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Demons of Good and Evil (Hollows)
Rachel Morgan will learn that the price of loyalty is blood in the next Hollows novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Kim Harrison.
Rachel Morgan, witch-born demon, suspected that protecting the paranormal citizens of Cincinnati as the demon subrosa would be trouble. But it's rapidly becoming way more trouble than even she could have imagined.
While Rachel and her friends may have vanquished the trickster demon Hodin, his mysterious associate known only as "The Mage" is eager to finish what Hodin started, beginning with taking down Rachel's power structure piece by piece.
With her world falling apart, Rachel desperately needs help. But with all of her supporters under attack, her only hope is to make a deal with the unlikeliest of allies. . . .
Rachel Morgan, witch-born demon, suspected that protecting the paranormal citizens of Cincinnati as the demon subrosa would be trouble. But it's rapidly becoming way more trouble than even she could have imagined.
While Rachel and her friends may have vanquished the trickster demon Hodin, his mysterious associate known only as "The Mage" is eager to finish what Hodin started, beginning with taking down Rachel's power structure piece by piece.
With her world falling apart, Rachel desperately needs help. But with all of her supporters under attack, her only hope is to make a deal with the unlikeliest of allies. . . .
Editorial Reviews
Praise for Demons of Good and Evil
"Contains all the magical action, emotional tension, and snippy dialogue that fans adore." -Library Journal
"Harrison delivers another page turner in the Hollows series, leaving readers wondering how Rachel will emerge from this crisis and which of her allies will survive it with her."-Booklist
"Longtime readers will be gratified to see both increased momentum in the overarching series plot and callbacks to much earlier installments. This series still has some surprises up its sleeve."-Publishers Weekly
Praise for Kim Harrison and the Hollows series
"I wouldn't miss a Kim Harrison book for anything."-Charlaine Harris, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse series
"Blends the best qualities of Anita Blake and Stephanie Plum. . . . Kim Harrison carries it off with style."-Jim Butcher, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Dresden Files series
"The world of the Hollows is fast-moving, funny, harrowing, scary, and-the greatest compliment to a fantasy-absolutely real."-Diana Gabaldon, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Outlander series
"Movie pitch: Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets Tank Girl. . . . Personal growth, series-altering revelations, and a lot of humor make it inviting."-Entertainment Weekly
"Contains all the magical action, emotional tension, and snippy dialogue that fans adore." -Library Journal
"Harrison delivers another page turner in the Hollows series, leaving readers wondering how Rachel will emerge from this crisis and which of her allies will survive it with her."-Booklist
"Longtime readers will be gratified to see both increased momentum in the overarching series plot and callbacks to much earlier installments. This series still has some surprises up its sleeve."-Publishers Weekly
Praise for Kim Harrison and the Hollows series
"I wouldn't miss a Kim Harrison book for anything."-Charlaine Harris, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse series
"Blends the best qualities of Anita Blake and Stephanie Plum. . . . Kim Harrison carries it off with style."-Jim Butcher, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Dresden Files series
"The world of the Hollows is fast-moving, funny, harrowing, scary, and-the greatest compliment to a fantasy-absolutely real."-Diana Gabaldon, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Outlander series
"Movie pitch: Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets Tank Girl. . . . Personal growth, series-altering revelations, and a lot of humor make it inviting."-Entertainment Weekly
Readers Top Reviews
Marylee HoustonStacy
All the characters who inhabit the Hollows are well worth knowing. They are real, intelligent, flawed, well-meaning, and perfect. They lead complicated lives and forge complicated relationships. Don’t miss getting to know them.
Kerry Messer
As always Kim Harrison weaves a great story start to finish. She knows just were to twist & turn to leave you wanting to keep reading to the end and then ask How !much longer to the next book?
Thomas R Lake
Rachel hits the ground running. The twists and turns keep you guessing, as usual everything is complicated and Rachel tries to do the right thing. I honestly couldn’t put the book down, all the characters are like familiar friends, cannot wait for the next installment.
Kirstie
She’s fantastic, Rachel Morgan is one of my favorite characters to ever read… I love the ending and how she grips you so much so you don’t even realize you’ve read the last page till it’s done! Best book I have read so far!!!
Kindle
Loved the story line. We can finally see Rachael as human. Not running around like a chicken its head cut off! Hated that I read the story to fast. But Kim is just that good of a story teller. Everyone enjoy this book and if you are New to The Hollows please take the time to read from the beginning of Rachael and everyone else's stories. You won't be disappointed.
Short Excerpt Teaser
CHAPTER
1
Eden Park's overlook was one of my earliest childhood memories, not in its sun-drenched glory of a summer afternoon filled with dogs and kids cutting loose, but in the dark as it was now, the rumble of Cincinnati's lives muted under the moon's haze, the lights from the distant buildings an inviting glow. Far below and behind me, the Ohio River glinted as if a living thing, a welcome separation between the city and the more . . . unique citizens in the Hollows. Fixed between and overlooking both, Eden Park felt like the middle, which was where I had always been, surrounded by all, never quite fully belonging to either.
My dad had come up here when his choices lay heavy on him, invariably when my mother was at her distracted worst. I'd long been convinced that he had known who and what I was, and lately . . . the thought had occurred that perhaps he had brought me here to sit beside a ley line much as the woodsman had taken his children to the forest, not to leave them to starve, but to find someone who might be able to raise them to their full potential, because to stay ignorant of what I was might be more dangerous still.
Which might sound vain or presumptuous if I wasn't now sitting on that same park bench, staring at a ley line, a demon beside me instead of the man who had raised me as his own.
"My synapses are singed," I complained, and Al's expression became rife with annoyance.
"If you get caught in a circle by some wannabe magic user and can't jump out, it will be more than your head hurting," the demon said, hitting his affected, proper-British accent hard. "You're making us look bad. You are a demon. You should have at least one ley line memorized with which to jump to. That you have to stand within a line and translocate to get to the ever-after is embarrassing."
True, I was a demon, and as Al was fond of pointing out, it wasn't hard to make me vulnerable if you knew how. Just my luck that there was an entire university major devoted to it. "Yeah?" I said sourly. "Singeing my synapses to char isn't going to help."
Al's wide shoulders shifted in an unheard sigh. It was an unseasonably warm October night, and he had forgone his usual crushed green velvet frock coat for a lightweight and decidedly Victorian-feel vest. His high-top hat was gone as well, and the lace. But a new, silver-tipped walking cane rested against his knee-possibly holding a spell or two-and a pair of blue-tinted glasses he didn't need hung low on his nose. Seeing him eye my jeans and boots over them, I wondered if he felt he'd fallen to a new low despite his still-overdone appearance.
His mood, too, was off, being an uncomfortable mix of forced cheerfulness and dejection. I was fairly sure it wasn't my lack of progress. Honestly, the reason the demons had created gargoyles was that they couldn't master transposing, or jumping, the ley lines on their own. Gargoyles could "hear" the lines as easily as reading a book and, once bonded to a demon, could show them how to shift their aura to join with the ley line and pop out wherever they wanted, either here in reality or in the ever-after. But until I managed it, the only way I could get to the ever-after was by standing in a line and translocating myself there.
"The ley line is right there," Al grumped, looking at it on the other side of the small footbridge. "You can see it. You can hear it. Adjust your aura to match it-"
"And become a part of it, shifting my body to nothing but energy within its flow. Yeah, that's not the part I'm having trouble with," I smart-mouthed, and he mockingly gestured for me to get on with it. Losing myself in a ley line wasn't anything new, but trying to jump into it from halfway across a park was. I'd tried three times tonight already, failing miserably.
Frustrated, I sent my attention to Bis. The adolescent, cat-size gargoyle had perched himself in a nearby tree, on standby to snag me out of the line if I should somehow manage the jump and get myself stuck. Al's far older and larger gargoyle, Treble, had settled herself on a nearby streetlight as a secondary spotter. The craggy, hut-size beast appeared too large to be supported by the thin pole, but gargoyles, for all their stony looks, were relatively light.
Bis had bonded to me over a year ago, which basically meant he could teach me how to shift my aura to match any ley line on the planet. After a hundred years or so of gargoyle-aided practice, I'd be able to not only jump into a ley line from anywhere but jump out again at any location I wanted by using three or more ley lines to triangulate.
Unfortunately Bis and I had lost our instinctive connection when his soul had been stuck in a bottle. The first hints of our ment...
1
Eden Park's overlook was one of my earliest childhood memories, not in its sun-drenched glory of a summer afternoon filled with dogs and kids cutting loose, but in the dark as it was now, the rumble of Cincinnati's lives muted under the moon's haze, the lights from the distant buildings an inviting glow. Far below and behind me, the Ohio River glinted as if a living thing, a welcome separation between the city and the more . . . unique citizens in the Hollows. Fixed between and overlooking both, Eden Park felt like the middle, which was where I had always been, surrounded by all, never quite fully belonging to either.
My dad had come up here when his choices lay heavy on him, invariably when my mother was at her distracted worst. I'd long been convinced that he had known who and what I was, and lately . . . the thought had occurred that perhaps he had brought me here to sit beside a ley line much as the woodsman had taken his children to the forest, not to leave them to starve, but to find someone who might be able to raise them to their full potential, because to stay ignorant of what I was might be more dangerous still.
Which might sound vain or presumptuous if I wasn't now sitting on that same park bench, staring at a ley line, a demon beside me instead of the man who had raised me as his own.
"My synapses are singed," I complained, and Al's expression became rife with annoyance.
"If you get caught in a circle by some wannabe magic user and can't jump out, it will be more than your head hurting," the demon said, hitting his affected, proper-British accent hard. "You're making us look bad. You are a demon. You should have at least one ley line memorized with which to jump to. That you have to stand within a line and translocate to get to the ever-after is embarrassing."
True, I was a demon, and as Al was fond of pointing out, it wasn't hard to make me vulnerable if you knew how. Just my luck that there was an entire university major devoted to it. "Yeah?" I said sourly. "Singeing my synapses to char isn't going to help."
Al's wide shoulders shifted in an unheard sigh. It was an unseasonably warm October night, and he had forgone his usual crushed green velvet frock coat for a lightweight and decidedly Victorian-feel vest. His high-top hat was gone as well, and the lace. But a new, silver-tipped walking cane rested against his knee-possibly holding a spell or two-and a pair of blue-tinted glasses he didn't need hung low on his nose. Seeing him eye my jeans and boots over them, I wondered if he felt he'd fallen to a new low despite his still-overdone appearance.
His mood, too, was off, being an uncomfortable mix of forced cheerfulness and dejection. I was fairly sure it wasn't my lack of progress. Honestly, the reason the demons had created gargoyles was that they couldn't master transposing, or jumping, the ley lines on their own. Gargoyles could "hear" the lines as easily as reading a book and, once bonded to a demon, could show them how to shift their aura to join with the ley line and pop out wherever they wanted, either here in reality or in the ever-after. But until I managed it, the only way I could get to the ever-after was by standing in a line and translocating myself there.
"The ley line is right there," Al grumped, looking at it on the other side of the small footbridge. "You can see it. You can hear it. Adjust your aura to match it-"
"And become a part of it, shifting my body to nothing but energy within its flow. Yeah, that's not the part I'm having trouble with," I smart-mouthed, and he mockingly gestured for me to get on with it. Losing myself in a ley line wasn't anything new, but trying to jump into it from halfway across a park was. I'd tried three times tonight already, failing miserably.
Frustrated, I sent my attention to Bis. The adolescent, cat-size gargoyle had perched himself in a nearby tree, on standby to snag me out of the line if I should somehow manage the jump and get myself stuck. Al's far older and larger gargoyle, Treble, had settled herself on a nearby streetlight as a secondary spotter. The craggy, hut-size beast appeared too large to be supported by the thin pole, but gargoyles, for all their stony looks, were relatively light.
Bis had bonded to me over a year ago, which basically meant he could teach me how to shift my aura to match any ley line on the planet. After a hundred years or so of gargoyle-aided practice, I'd be able to not only jump into a ley line from anywhere but jump out again at any location I wanted by using three or more ley lines to triangulate.
Unfortunately Bis and I had lost our instinctive connection when his soul had been stuck in a bottle. The first hints of our ment...
