Labyrinth: A Greywalker Novel by Kat Richardson (English) Paperback Book

Description: Labyrinth by Kat Richardson To find the ghost of her killer--and rescue her father--Harper Blaine will have to enter into the Grey. And with her growing powers pulling her deeper into that paranormal world, shes afraid she may not be able to come back out. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description To find the ghost of her killer-and rescue her father-Harper Blaine will have to enter into the Grey. And with her growing powers pulling her deeper into that paranormal world, shes afraid she may not be able to come back out. Author Biography Kat Richardson lives on a sailboat in Seattle with her husband, a crotchety old cat, and two ferrets. She rides a motorcycle, shoots target pistol, and does not own a TV. Excerpt from Book Prologue Maybe he should have been more worried about the ghost detector going off. At the time it had seemed pretty exciting to have it work at all, but afterward it seemed as if the squawking of the alarm had presaged something much worse than a pack of ghosts. After Harper had left town, things went to hell. First there had been the little problem of vampires...;It wasnt the vampires qua vampires; it was the change in the way they acted and how many were visible. There was always the problem of vampires in the underground and hanging around the desperate and lonely looking for a snack. But suddenly there were more, and different, vampires around Pioneer Square and downtown Seattle. And they werent subtle. They killed people and they killed one another--nothing new--but now they were doing it in public, or as public as vampires got anyway. Dead and mutilated bodies in Belltown alleys, or awash in drifts of ash on unlit corners of First Avenue or Mercer Street, and still more after a lightning-fast gunfight a block from the Moore Theater about which witnesses could recall nothing but the speed and terror of it. The cops unhappily wrote it down as gang activity with some innocent bystanders caught in the middle and survivors too frightened to talk. All right, the vampire cliques were gangs of a sort, but since most of their victims vanished into dust and ash, the real explanation was unlikely to come up in any SPD briefing. The police were still looking into it, but Quinton was certain they werent going to arrest anyone soon. While Harper had been in Los Angeles trying to figure out why a dead boyfriend had called her and what he had meant by "things arent what you think," a vampire had killed another vampire under the streets of Pioneer Square and had used one of Quintons tools to do it. Or at least something that looked a lot like one of Quintons vampire stunners. This he had not appreciated. At all. But he also didnt understand it and that really bugged him. Quinton liked logic; it had stood him in good stead all his life. Where things didnt add up, hed learned to ignore what most people thought of as "common sense" and look for patterns that, when joined with confirmed facts, would establish a reasonable working hypothesis. After all, Fleming had discovered penicillin by ignoring the common wisdom of throwing out the "contaminated" petri dish, and taking a look at the mold, instead. Quinton had discovered magic. Of course, he didnt get a Nobel Prize for it. Quinton imagined at first that someone was trying to set him up for trouble with Edward, Seattles bloodsucker-in-chief, but nothing had come of that. Edward--never his biggest fan--seemed to know he hadnt done it and he didnt make a move Quinton could see in response to it. Not against Quinton; not against anyone. That was definitely outside standard operating procedure for El Supremo Sanquinisto. And then he had nearly begged Harper to look into a problem in London for him--another out-of-character move for Edward. Begging? Cmon...; Edwards desperation had pinged Quintons danger signals. He hadnt wanted Harper to accept the job, but it wasnt his decision and he hadnt tried to push her. Something was afoot, but whether the London job was a legit problem or just a dodge to get her out of Seattle, neither of them knew and data was too sketchy for an informed guess. It bugged the hell out of them both. In the end, despite being busy with the investigation of her past and why she was a Greywalker, Harper had agreed to the London job. She hadnt given all her reasons, but shed admitted that running Edwards errand would give her a chance to look into another, possibly related, problem of her own. Quinton hadnt been entirely surprised to discover another ex-boyfriend was involved--this one still alive but not in fantastic health by the time things were done in England. For a moment, hed wondered exactly how many ex-boyfriends she had, but it wasnt any real concern to him, so hed deep-sixed the question. He was with Harper and that was the important point to his mind. If anyone had asked Quinton ten years earlier what he thought hed be doing by this stage in his life, observing vampires and dating a female PI who worked for ghosts wouldnt have leapt to mind. Nor would he have said applying his skills to inventing ghost detectors or dodging monsters while living under the streets of Seattle. Its not the sort of life-ambition East Coast-born intellectuals and computer geeks generally aspire to. Even disillusioned ones whove discovered the world doesnt run on the rules taught to you in ethics class, and sometimes not on the ones you presumed in physics lectures either. On the night before Harper left for London, the ghost detector had gone off. Quinton was pleased when his prototype ghost alarm started screeching. He had surmised that ghost activity might be rising along with the vampire activity. His working hypothesis was that paranormal activity tended to rise as a body, not just as isolated actions of isolated groups. He had expected to find a ghost or two, and here it was. Except that according to Harper, it wasnt just one ghost hed measured; it was fifty. And they had come looking for her. Then theyd taken over the detectors speaker and blurted out the same message that had come from the dead boyfriend: "Things arent what you think." A few hours later, Harper was on her way to England and Quinton was ferret-sitting under the streets of Seattle, puzzling over what the vampires were up to, tinkering with the ghost detector, and wondering how his calibration could have been so far off. After that, things got seriously weird. He and Chaos, the ferret, had been down in the abandoned sidewalks under the old part of town when push finally came to shove. They were exploring near the site where the electrocuted vampire had expired, Quinton hoping to find some clue as to why the other vampire--the survivor and aggressor--hadnt taken him out, too. The area was in bad shape, a trash-filled space that had once been a single large basement room, now partially subdivided by long-abandoned efforts to rehabilitate it into useful storage. A spill of crumbling plaster, garbage, lumber, and plain old dirt made a rat playground at one end, cutting off the small plumbing and wiring closet in which Quinton had originally found himself trapped by the vampires. Quinton was becoming paranoid and very jumpy. Ahead of him in the darkened room, the ferret leapt straight up into the air, chittering and twisting, before she hit the ground on all fours and shot off across the rubble-strewn floor. Quinton had to dive and grab her before she made it into an unseen hole in the wall of the abandoned underground. Even wearing a harness and leash, Chaos was hard to catch. The ferret squirmed in his grip, determined to get to whatever was holding her attention. Quinton tightened up the harness, ignoring the little animals tiny claws and teeth. "Give it up, tube rat," he muttered. "You are not breaking for freedom on my watch. Harper would skin me if I lost you." Normally, she was a well-behaved little pocket pest, but since the first vampire incident, Chaos had been pretty spooky, suddenly taking off with no visible provocation to zoom along baseboards and floors with determined concentration, chuckling like a lunatic. Huh. No visible provocation, he thought. With his free hand, Quinton pulled the newest version of the paranormal activity detector out of one of his roomy pockets and flicked it on. It wouldnt work very long since hed had to trade battery bulk for portability, but it might pick up something while it lasted. He placed the ferret back on the floor, keeping a tight grip on her leash. Chaos danced around in an angry circle of hops, baring her teeth, as if taunting some unseen foe to take its best shot. The detector chirped. The chirping accelerated. Then the pitch changed and the detector began wailing. "Uh-oh," Quinton muttered, sweeping side to side with the device, trying to pinpoint a source direction--so he could avoid it. Fascinating as hunting ghosts might sound, he was sure that whatever was causing the aberrant response was not something he wanted to tangle with. The signal was strong enough to push the detector into a near-overload state and that couldnt be good. He snatched Chaos up and stepped around the garbage fall with the wriggling ferret in one hand and the detector in the other. He didnt know what he was getting, but it was putting out a lot of paranormal energy. In the gloom behind the scree of trash, a pale woman with black-and-white-striped hair and embers for eyes turned toward him and hissed like a snake. Whoa. He stopped cold. OK, hypothesis confirmed: The detector picked up more than remnant spirits because this was no a ghost. His instincts screamed "Vampire!" while his mind tried to argue; she wasnt quite like the vampires hed seen before. There was something ineffably horrifying about her and she looked...;vaguely like a cobra spreading its hood with the way her hair fanned around her head. Quinton twitched to the side as she charged at him. The vampire woman passed him, then whipped around. Quinton had already shoved the detector into a pocket and snatched one of the vampire stunners as she recoiled to lunge at him again. The detector continued screeching. She shot forward like an unloaded spring. The sound from the detector pierced upward like a needle through Quintons spine and debilitating terror rooted him to the spot. The ferret shrieked and bit Quintons thumb, clawing his hand in pure panic. The pain cut through Quintons daze, and he jerked the stunner upward at the last second. The vampiress was Details ISBN0451463692 Author Kat Richardson Short Title LABYRINTH Language English ISBN-10 0451463692 ISBN-13 9780451463692 Media Book Series Number 5 DEWEY FIC Year 2011 Publication Date 2011-08-02 Subtitle A Greywalker Novel Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2011-08-02 NZ Release Date 2011-08-02 US Release Date 2011-08-02 UK Release Date 2011-08-02 Pages 368 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Series Greywalker Format Paperback Imprint Signet Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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