Rating: Four stars
Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, Humour
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Synopsis
Down in Atlanta, tempers – and temperatures – are about to flare…
As a mercenary who cleans up after magic gone wrong, Kate Daniels has seen her share of occupational hazards. Normally, waves of paranormal energy ebb and flow across Atlanta like a tide. But once every seven years, a flare comes, a time when magic runs rampant. Now Kate’s going to have to deal with problems on a much bigger scale: a divine one.
When Kate sets out to retrieve a set of stolen maps for the Pack, Atlanta’s paramilitary clan of shapeshifters, she quickly realizes much more at stake. During a flare, gods and goddesses can manifest – and battle for power. The stolen maps are only the opening gambit in an epic tug-of-war between two gods hoping for rebirth. And if Kate can’t stop the cataclysmic showdown, the city may not survive…
Review
Synopsis
Down in Atlanta, tempers – and temperatures – are about to flare…
As a mercenary who cleans up after magic gone wrong, Kate Daniels has seen her share of occupational hazards. Normally, waves of paranormal energy ebb and flow across Atlanta like a tide. But once every seven years, a flare comes, a time when magic runs rampant. Now Kate’s going to have to deal with problems on a much bigger scale: a divine one.
When Kate sets out to retrieve a set of stolen maps for the Pack, Atlanta’s paramilitary clan of shapeshifters, she quickly realizes much more at stake. During a flare, gods and goddesses can manifest – and battle for power. The stolen maps are only the opening gambit in an epic tug-of-war between two gods hoping for rebirth. And if Kate can’t stop the cataclysmic showdown, the city may not survive…
Review
Kate is the heroine of the series, and one of my all-time favourite characters.
She's anything but a sweet-talking diplomat:
"Negotiate. He [Jim] wanted me to engage a lunatic who had already burned four people into smoking meat. Okay, I could do that.'Alright, Jeremy,' I yelled into the night. 'Give me the salamander and I won't cut your head off!'"
She's got a gift of understatement:
"His nose no longer looked broken. No blood, either. Wonderful. Not only could he teleport, but he also regenerated while he did it. If he started spitting fire, we'd be all set."
She knows a losing battle when she sees one:
"I looked at his face and saw the decisive thrust of the adolescent jaw. No intelligent life there. I turned to Julie."
She's creative:
"The vampire stared at me, his mouth slack as Ghastek assessed his options. I took a couple of forms from my desk, put them in the vamp's mouth, and pulled them up by their edges.'What are you doing?' Gasket asked.'My hole puncher broke.''You have no respect for the undead."
And sometimes, very rarely, she has nothing to say:
"She [Julie] shrugged. 'Sex. Red knows a ritual that would give him my powers if I do sex with him.'I stared at her, speechless. There were so many things wrong with what she said that my brain experienced a momentary shutdown."
But don't be misled, she isn't all sarcasm, and her confrontations with evil aren't marked by trading witticisms. But there's enough humour to ease the way into the serious stuff.
She's anything but a sweet-talking diplomat:
"Negotiate. He [Jim] wanted me to engage a lunatic who had already burned four people into smoking meat. Okay, I could do that.'Alright, Jeremy,' I yelled into the night. 'Give me the salamander and I won't cut your head off!'"
She's got a gift of understatement:
"His nose no longer looked broken. No blood, either. Wonderful. Not only could he teleport, but he also regenerated while he did it. If he started spitting fire, we'd be all set."
She knows a losing battle when she sees one:
"I looked at his face and saw the decisive thrust of the adolescent jaw. No intelligent life there. I turned to Julie."
She's creative:
"The vampire stared at me, his mouth slack as Ghastek assessed his options. I took a couple of forms from my desk, put them in the vamp's mouth, and pulled them up by their edges.'What are you doing?' Gasket asked.'My hole puncher broke.''You have no respect for the undead."
And sometimes, very rarely, she has nothing to say:
"She [Julie] shrugged. 'Sex. Red knows a ritual that would give him my powers if I do sex with him.'I stared at her, speechless. There were so many things wrong with what she said that my brain experienced a momentary shutdown."
But don't be misled, she isn't all sarcasm, and her confrontations with evil aren't marked by trading witticisms. But there's enough humour to ease the way into the serious stuff.
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