Chapters (42)
- Title Page
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Acknowledgements
- Also by Kim Harrison
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
- Cover
“You aren’t. And because of that, someday you’re probably going to find yourself in a position where your choices will have an impact far beyond what you see right now. And when that happens, I want you to remember what it’s like to ride through the woods on horseback under a night sky with no moon and nothing stronger than you are. I want you to know so you will fight for it. So that my children will know of it. You have to keep the demons where they are, Rachel. No one else can do it. You won’t fight for us unless you know. Let me show you what you’re fighting for.”
He was entirely dark now, a shadow on a moving wisp of wind, eager to be away.
My heart was heavy. I didn’t want to believe him. I wanted to be like everyone else. I’d worked hard to be like everyone else. I’d gotten the coven to rescind my shunning, even if it was only temporary until the official meeting in June. My name was cleared. I’d failed Brooke, but I’d found Pierce and the chance for what might pass as a normal relationship for me. I even had the joy of knowing that Jenks was going to survive. I had my life back. But someday it was all going to end and I wouldn’t be able to rebuild my walls of pretend. I should play while I could. And tonight … I felt good.
Taking a deep breath, I gathered myself and swung up into the saddle. The horse under me shifted until I pulled the reins in, demanding obedience. I started this morning crawling out of a hole in the ground, and now I was riding with elves.
“Race you to that tree over there,” I said, and with a wild yell, I thumped my heels into my horse … and we were gone.
Acknowledgements
Acknowledgments
I’d like to thank Richard Curtis, my agent, and Diana Gill, my editor. The more I know, the more I appreciate them and what they do.
Also by Kim Harrison
ALSO BY KIM HARRISON
Books of the Hollows
White Witch, Black Curse
The Outlaw Demon Wails
For a Few Demons More
A Fistful of Charms
Every Which Way But Dead
The Good, the Bad, and the Undead
Dead Witch Walking
And Don’t Miss…
Unbound
Once Dead, Twice Shy
Holidays Are Hell
Dates from Hell
Hotter Than Hell
Copyright
Copyright
This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.