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To the guy who gave me my first pair of handcuffs. Thanks for being there. I'd like to thank the people closest to me for their understanding while I muddled through all this. But most importantly, I'd like to thank my agent, Richard Curtis - who saw the possibilities before I knew they existed, and my editor, Diana Gill - who guided those possibilities and brought them to life. Chapter One I took a deep breath to settle myself, jerking the cuff of my gloves up to cover the bare patch of skin at my wrist.
She struggles with her vampiric nature on a lifelong and personal level after a deeply traumatic adolescence twisted by Cincinnati's ancient undead master vampire Piscary, which has left her plagued with guilt at past violence and an inability to separate blood from sex. Ivy trusts Rachel to find some way to save her soul. She is highly protective and deeply devoted to both Rachel and Jenks, whom she credits with helping her discover how to live a 'normal' life.
As a bisexual vampire, she enjoyed long-time relationships with both Piscary's scion Kisten Felps, a male fellow survivor of the same nightmare she grew up with, and Piscary's young female lawyer Skimmer.
She is also attracted to Rachel. Ivy's father is still a living vampire, but her mother is 'undead'. Ivy has one younger sister, Erica, a bubbly teenager whose innocence Ivy is determined to protect. She will kill to preserve those she loves. Jenks[ edit ] An eighteen-year-old pixy: a four-inch-tall flying man. Jenks is an equal partner in 'Vampiric Charms' freelance runner and security service, together with Rachel Morgan a witch and Ivy Tamwood a living vampire.
An intel and reconnaissance specialist, Jenks is a skilled saboteur, swordsman, and electronics expert. He is gifted with an acute sense of smell and hearing.
He sees auras without needing second sight. Jenks backs up both Rachel and Ivy on their runs, but can and does provide lethal force as required against what he calls 'lunkers' big people as well as the six-inch and fearsomely carnivorous fairies, who are the natural and mortal enemies of pixies. Jenks' dragonfly-like wings change color with his emotional state due to changes in blood flow. With a wicked sense of humor, Jenks is a blunt speaker who is unafraid to say anything to anyone.
Even though he looks like a healthy college-freshman-in-miniature with his athletic form, laughing green eyes, and curly bright blond hair, Jenks is nearing the end of his natural pixy lifespan. This was a major concern to both Rachel and Ivy until Rachel gave Jenks a curse to make him human-size to help protect Rachel on a road trip during a cold month.
After he was returned to his normal size, he was rejuvenated and had a new lease on life, adding another 20 years. As the only married member of the team — Jenks and his wife Matalina are successfully raising 54 children multiple-births being the norm with pixies. Their children's extraordinarily high survival rate is the result of what is in pixy terms a veritable "castle of oak"  —Jenks and his family live in a stump within the church's lush garden.
Jenks unstintingly offers brash and unsolicited—but usually accurate—relationship advice to both of his work partners Rachel in particular, as he thinks her relationships need "particular help" as well as anyone else who will listen. Jenks and his family move indoors into the old church sanctuary during the cold winter months to avoid hibernation. This allows them to provide on-site security for the whole building and grounds all year round, which also makes his family the first pixies in Cincinnati to experience snow!
Trenton Aloysius Kalamack[ edit ] Billionaire businessman and politician, peculiarly mysterious for one of Cincinnati's most powerful citizens, whose global empire of legitimate businesses and public philanthropy serve as a front for drug-running and illegal genetic research activities.
Not until late in the second book The Good, the Bad, and the Undead does Rachel discover Trent is secretly an elf, a species thought to have become extinct during the Turn: a 21st-century elven prince of pure blood, charged with healing the elven genome crippled during their ancient war in the Ever After with the demons. Breeds racehorses and hunters as well as maintaining a full pack of hounds — 'The Hunt' pursues two- as well as four-legged quarry — at his vast and heavily wooded estate, which also serves as his primary residence and global corporate headquarters; public tours are available.
Trent shares a childhood history with Rachel that neither completely remembers, due to memory blockers in the water at the make-a-wish camp for dying children they both survived. His father was responsible for curing Rachel's Rosewood Syndrome. Orphaned as a teenager, Trent had two older siblings who failed to survive infancy.
Though less than two years older than Rachel, Trent has been raised since birth by fellow elves his chief of personnel the six-foot-ten-inch Jonathan Davaros and chief of security magic and martial arts master Quen Hanson to use 'whatever means necessary' to ensure the survival and recovery of the elven people. A brilliant, clever, and resourceful man Trent is very attractive, tall, lean and athletically built, with baby-fine blond hair and green eyes. He employs his personal charisma and low melodious voice as effective weapons.
Algaliarept[ edit ] Also known as "Al" or "Gally". An ancient demon at least 5, years old. In his own words, "a dealer in flesh and seducer of souls, skilled in training people in the dark arts enough to make them marketable, then abducting them when they made a mistake in order to sell them to his peers [demons] into an extended lifetime of servitude"  — a Purveyor of Fine Familiars.
Personally remembers, with great bitterness and much hatred, the elf-demon war which transformed the formerly eden-like Ever After into a red hell and trapped the demons there forever.
Survived slavery to an elf in ancient times, by killing his master. Still hates the elves with passion, today. Trapped an elf princess Ceridwen Merriam Dulciate for 1, years as his personal familiar and sex slave. Clever, resourceful, conniving, yet honorable enough in his own peculiar twisted way. Like all the surviving demons, has shape-shifted through spells for so many thousand years that he no longer remembers his original form. Takes particular pleasure in adopting whichever persona his current target fears most — whether male, female, or not even humanoid — pulled from that target's deepest subconscious.
But his own personally preferred persona of self-representation is a ruddy skinned 18th-Century British nobleman, tall and powerfully built, with green crushed velvet tailcoat and white gloves.
The one aspect he finds difficult to hide are his horizontally goat-slitted red demon eyes, so he frequently wears round blue-tinted glasses to disguise them.
Had been married in ancient times, to a demoness named Celffnah. Background[ edit ] The series is set in an alternate history where supernatural beings live side-by-side with normal humans.
Watson , Francis Crick and Rosalind Franklin , genetic manipulation becomes a possibility, changing several events in the history of this alternate universe. A virus nicknamed the T4 Angel virus attached itself to a flaw in the genome of a genetically manipulated tomato its lab identification being T4 Angel tomato , and quickly spread around the world.
As a result of the plague, all biogenetic research, including reverse engineering and genetic splicing, has been outlawed. Additionally, the human race has developed a cultural fear of tomatoes and tomato-based food products such as pizza sauce and tomato ketchup. The Turn[ edit ] The T4 Angel virus killed a quarter of the human population. Upon noticing the combined number of their various species now neared that of humanity, the supernatural species quickly seized the opportunity to make themselves known.
The fact the structure of the civilization remained somewhat intact during "The Turn" is attributed to the fact many of the supernatural beings being in or seizing positions of power, including a vampire named Rynn Cormel acting as the president of the USA but never sworn in.
The supernatural beings are known as "Inderlanders". As laws and societies are dramatically changed by factors relating to these new sentient species, all levels of law enforcement in the United States break down.
Two new organizations, the Inderlander Security service consisting entirely of non-humans and the Federal Inderlander Bureau consisting entirely of normal humans , replace the former law enforcement agencies at all levels.
The convention that allows both agencies to operate forbids Inderlanders from being on the F. The Ever-after[ edit ] The Ever-after is a magical plane that existed outside the ken of normal humans until the Turn. The main pixy character, Jenks, describes it as " The only race that currently dwells in the Ever-after is that of the demons, having driven out the elves nearly two thousand years ago. Witches also formerly dwelt in the Ever-after but fled to the mundane plane approximately five thousand years ago.
The Ever-after presented in the novels is referred to as the basis for the 'happily ever after' that often occurs at the end of modern fairy tales; due to mistranslation and omission, the factual "in the Ever-after" referring to a place became the figurative "happily ever after" referring to time.
The Ever-after, once a beautiful land filled with fog and forest, was destroyed by the imbalance of the Elf-Demon war, leaving a desert-like wasteland stinking of burnt amber. This led to them being bound there in yet another war, until the Elves migrated to reality. Supernatural Races[ edit ] The novels use Inderlander to refer to all of the supernatural beings that revealed themselves during the Turn. They are divided into two groups: those that are derived from humans and those that are non-human in origin.
Inderlander non-human races[ edit ] Witches : An Inderlander species and the primary practitioners of magic in reality who are a distinct species from humans, although almost phenotypically indistinguishable, and due to a different number of chromosomal pairs , hybrids with humans are impossible. Witches possess a life expectancy of years and a preferred circadian rhythm in which they arise at noon. They are demographically the largest four major Inderlander species, although the least political.
Most of the population is unaware that the race of witches is the result of a curse cast on demons by elves; they fled the Ever-After 5, years prior to the Turn, abandoning the realm to the demons and elves. Rosewood Syndrome is a consequence the curse that created the witches which affects certain children who would otherwise be capable of kindling demon-magic, and the disease, with only two exceptions resulting from illegal genetic medicine, invariably leads to an early death.
Witches of low magic ability, generally due to a lack of education, are called warlocks. Witch and warlock have no gender connotation. Demons : A highly aggressive race that dwells only in the Ever-After, although capable of traveling through the ley lines to reality, they are incapable of being in reality during the day or being on consecrated ground.
Witch and former bounty hunter Rachel Morgan's managed to escape her corrupt company, survive living with a vampire, start her own runner service, and face down a vampire master. But her vampire roommate Ivy is off the wagon, her human boyfriend Nick is out of town indefinitely and doesn't sound like he's coming back while the far-too-seductive vampire Kisten is looking way too tempting, and there's a turf war erupting in Cincinnati's underworld.
Aiken Jr. Lerch, Sr. The Complete User Guide by C. Regional Cooking from the Heart of Mexico by Mr. Updated for the GNU Compiler version 6. The Complete Series by Ron C. I so hoped you would. Yelping, I shrugged out of my coat. It hit the edge of my bubble and slid down. The demon eyed me. Stop trying my patience. Get over here and recite the damned invocation. If I didn't, it would call my deal breached, take my soul in forfeit, and drag me into the ever-after. My only chance was to play the agreement out.
I glanced at Ceri, wishing she would move away from Algaliarept, but she was running her fingers over the dates engraved in the cracked tombstone, her sun-starved complexion now even paler. I snuck a glance in, not surprised to find the demon's aura was black. I nodded, feeling faint as my thoughts went back to having accidentally made Nick my familiar. Was it only three months ago? Oh God. I hadn't said good-bye. He had been so distant lately that I hadn't found the courage to tell him.
I hadn't told anyone. My heart raced, but I had made this choice. I would live or die by it. Deep and resonate, seeming to vibrate my very core, Algaliarept's voice slipped from between its lips. It was Latin, the words familiar, yet not, like a vision of a dream. Vinctus vinculis, prece factis.
Bound by ties made so by plea. Chaos statutum, pejus minutum. Semper servus dum duret mundus," it said, and Ceri sobbed, a small kitten sound, quickly stifled. Take off one of your marks as agreed. Finish the curse and be done with it. Not at all, and if you were hoping to break our arrangement on that, then you're sadly the fool. I'll take off one of my marks, but you still owe me a favor.
But I had to fulfill my end of the bargain completely before I would see if my beliefs were right and I could slip the demon's snare by a small point called choice. Slave until the worlds are slain.
Jaw gritted, I plunged my hands into the cauldron.
Cold struck through me, burning them numb. I yanked my hands out.
Horrified, I stared at them, seeing no change in my red-enameled fingertips. And then Algaliarept's aura seeped farther into me, touching my chi. My eyes seemed to bulge in agony. I took a huge breath to scream but couldn't let it out.
I caught a glimpse of Ceri, her eyes pinched in memory. Across the cauldron, Algaliarept was grinning. Gagging, I struggled to breathe as the air seemed to turn to oil. I fell to my hands and knees, bruising them on the concrete. Hair falling to hide my face, I tried to keep from retching. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think!
The demon's aura was a wet blanket, dripping with acid, smothering me. It coated me, inside and out, and my strength was surrounded by its power. It squeezed my will to nothing. I heard my heart beat once, then again. I took a shuddering breath, swallowing back the sharp tang of vomit.
I was going to live. Its aura alone couldn't kill me. I could do this. I could. Shaking, I looked up while the shock lessened to something I could deal with. The cauldron was gone, and Ceri was huddled almost behind the huge grave marker beside Algaliarept. I took a breath, unable to taste the air through the demon's aura. I moved, unable to feel the rough concrete scraping my fingertips. Everything was numb. Everything was muted, as if through cotton.
Everything except the power of the nearby ley line.
I could feel it humming thirty yards away as if it were a high-tension power line. Panting, I staggered to my feet, shocked to realize I could see it. I could see everything as if I was using my second sight - which I wasn't. My stomach roiled as I saw that my circle, once tinged with a shading of cheerful gold from my aura, was now coated in black.
I turned to the demon, seeing the thick black aura surrounding it and knowing a good portion of it coated mine. Then I looked at Ceri, hardly able to see her features, so strong was Algaliarept's aura on her. She didn't have an aura to combat the demon's, having lost her soul to it. And that was what I had pinned everything on. If I retained my soul, I still had my aura, smothered as it was under Algaliarept's. And with my soul came free will. Unlike Ceri, I could say no.
Slowly I was remembering how. Free her now. You can thank Rachel for that. I had always been Rachel Mariana Morgan before. Apparently as a familiar, I wasn't worth my full name anymore. That ticked me off.
She made a small sound, staggering. I watched with my new vision as Algaliarept's bond fell from her. The barest, faintest glimmer of purest blue rimmed her - her returned soul already trying to bathe her in protection - then vanished under the thousand years of darkness the demon had fostered on her soul while it had been in his keeping.
Her mouth worked, but she couldn't speak. Her eyes glazed as she panted, hyperventilating, and I leapt forward to catch her as she fell. Struggling, I dragged her back to my end of the circle. Algaliarept reached after her. Adrenaline surged. I dropped Ceri. Straightening, I drew on the line. With a force that sent me lurching, my new circle exploded into existence, sealing Ceri and me in a second, smaller circle inside the first. My circle had lacked a physical object to focus on, so the excess energy went everywhere instead of back in the ley line where it was supposed to.
The demon swore, blown backward until it slammed against the inside of my original circle, still up and running. With a ping that reverberated through me, my first circle broke and Algaliarept hit the ground. Breathing heavily, I hunched with my hands on my knees. Algaliarept blinked at me from the concrete, then a wicked smile came over it.
Oh, God. If my first circle didn't hold it now, neither would my second. I had thought that might happen. We have to move. My muscles tensed. The demon leapt. Shrieking, I jerked Ceri and myself backward. The surge of ever-after flowing into me from breaking the circle was almost unnoticed. My breath was knocked from me as we hit the ground, Ceri on top of me.
Still not breathing, I sent my heels scrabbling against the snow and pushed us farther away. The gold-colored trim on Ceri's ball gown was rough under my fingers, and I yanked her to me until I was sure we were both on holy ground.
I got up, shaking. My breath caught, and I stared at the frustrated demon. Or I'll blacken your soul so badly that your precious god won't let you in no matter how you beg it!
My face grew tight from anger. This would have been me. This still could be me. You can't make me. You're my bloody familiar. I gave you my aura. Your will is mine!