By Marjorie M. Liu
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Demon hunter Maxine Kiss, inked with residing tattoos, is on a challenge to rescue the guy she loves from a bloodthirsty military. to save lots of him, Maxine has just one selection: to lose control—and liberate her personal powers of darkness.
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He smelled like yeast and hot beeswax. Grant began to follow the priest. ” “Don’t know,” he muttered, tugging me close. ” CHAPTER 3 WE walked to Grant’s office. There was a crowd in the hall. Bulletin boards hung on the walls between framed posters: Charade mingled with temporary job openings, while Indiana Jones, in all his Raiders of the Lost Ark glory, rubbed shoulders with new announcements for night classes and cheap housing. I recognized some of the faces reading the crisp papers pinned to the board; mostly men, dressed in varying degrees of comfort and cleanliness—none of whom wore the shadow of a zombie.
You have investigators,” replied Grant. ” I was looking at Grant when he said that. I was staring straight into his eyes, and so I saw the flinch, even though his body stayed still as death. “I had a lot of friends in the Church,” Grant replied, but I knew him too well, and a fist of dread pushed into my stomach. Unfamiliar sensation. Ugly. I had felt dread while my mother lived. I had felt dread after she died. Dread, when it was just me and the boys, up against the world. Trivial, though. My mother had been indestructible, larger than life—and I was merely hard to kill.
Zombies watched him. Three, scattered amongst the humans. Auras stirring black and listless. Two men, one woman, wearing dull frayed coats and knit caps. Cold-weather clothes for a cold Seattle winter. It amazed me, always, that humans could be so blind to the dangers around them. No one looked twice at the zombies. Folks sat elbow to elbow with them, chatting, making nice. But I knew. I stared. Only one of them met my gaze. Brief, haunted. Pale. His leg twitched under the table. I did not look away.
Darkness Calls (Hunter Kiss, Book 2) by Marjorie M. Liu