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pabushobupchild.cf KB Magic Triumphs by Ilona Andrews (Kate Daniels #10) . Clean Sweep (1) - Andrews, pabushobupchild.cf This is a short novel, about pabushobupchild.cf the outside, Dina Demille is the epitome of normal. She runs a quaint Victorian Bed and Breakfast in a small Texas. In a quiet Texas suburb, life is calm and peaceful, and that's just like Dina Demille likes it. But now something with long claws and savage teeth is hunting.
Come out. I peered into the night, scrutinizing the familiar landscape. The row of hedges separating Park Street from my lawn appeared undisturbed.
No strange footprints crossed the lawn.
Nothing hid in the oak tree, nothing rustled the bushes behind it, nothing troubled the cedar twenty feet behind the bushes,,, Two amber eyes stared at me from the shadows under the cedar. I almost jumped. Sean Evans didn't move, a darker shadow in the deep night. Several months ago, we'd met just like this, except that time he was marking his territory on my apple trees. Now he just waited, silent, respecting the boundaries of the inn.
No need to wake up the entire neighborhood. Deja vu. Beast woofed once, quietly, just to let him know she was there in case he decided to try anything. When Sean first moved into the Avalon subdivision, he'd caused a mild epidemic of swooning. If someone looked up "ex-military badass" in the dictionary, they would find his picture.
He was closing on thirty, with a handsome face he kept clean-shaven, russet-brown hair cut short, and an athletic, powerful body.
He was strong and fast, and crossing him was a dumb idea. He was also a werewolf without a planet, something the overwhelming majority of people on Earth had no idea existed. Several months ago, while Sean helped me defend the Avalon subdivision from an interstellar assassin, he'd learned about his origins and then left to find himself. He ended up being trapped in an interstellar war in a place called Nexus, and it took all my resources to break him free of it. The war took a toll.
A long scar now marked his face. The pre-Nexus Sean had been arrogant and aggressive. This new Sean was quiet and patient, and if you peered into his clear amber eyes, you would find a steel hardness.
Sometimes you would see nothing at all, as if you were gazing into the eyes of a tiger. No hunger, no rage, just an inscrutable watchfulness. Sean and I had gone to the movies three nights ago, and a drunk guy tried to pick a fight with us outside the theater after the show. Sean looked at him, and whatever that man saw in Sean's eyes must've cut right through the alcohol haze, because the drunk turned around without a word and walked away.
I could handle the arrogance and the anger, but that watchful nothing alarmed me. He hid it well enough. I saw him have conversations with people around the neighborhood, and none of them ran away screaming. But the nothing was still there.
He didn't say more than two words to me through the whole evening. With his other neighbors, he took pains to pretend to be normal, but I knew exactly what he went through. With me he was himself, and that Sean held the door open for me, offered me his jacket when he thought I was cold, and put himself between me and the drunk, but he wasn't talking.
Whatever he had lived through on Nexus had pushed him outside the normal human life and I wasn't sure I could pull him back into the light. Gertrude Hunt is spreading its roots and you skimmed the zone of the new growth. The boundary of the inn glowed with pale green for a second and faded again. I didn't mean to wake you. In the middle of the night. While wearing a cardigan and a Hello Kitty sleeping T-shirt that barely came to my mid-thigh. What exactly was I doing? An amber sheen rolled over his eyes.
Was that a joke? Please be a joke. And do they wait to drink it until it's old and bitter and then compare the chest hair growth it produced? Hope sparked inside me. It was tiny, but it was so much better than nothing. Suddenly I wasn't so cold anymore. Someone might see us and get the wrong idea. He leapt off the branch and landed softly next to me.
He was so very,,, tall. And standing too close. And looking at me. The sky above Park Street split in an electric explosion of yellow lightning and spat a boost bike. Sean whipped around. The needle-shaped aboveground craft tore down the road a foot above the payment, its engine roaring loud enough to wake the dead.
The windows in the inn vibrated. Car alarms blared down the street. Oh no. The deafening blast of sound receded and came back, growing louder. The idiot had turned around and was coming back this way. Sean took off, leaping over the balcony.
The roof of the inn split open, the shingles flowing like melted wax, and a three-foot-long cannon barrel slid out.
The boost bike thundered, engine roaring. Lights came on in the two closest houses. Damn it. The boost bike shot into my view.
The lights in the Ramirez residence went out. The lamp post turned dark. The engine of the boost bike died like someone had thrown a switch. An electromagnetic pulse is a terribly useful thing.
The bike spun, rotating wildly, crashed into a lamppost and bounced off, landing on the pavement, and skidding to a stop. Twenty feet from the inn's boundary. In a moment Mr. Ramirez would realize his lights refused to come on and he would do exactly what most men did in this situation.
He'd come outside to check if the rest of the neighborhood had lost power. He would see us and the boost bike that clearly didn't look like it belonged on Earth. I leapt over the balcony.
Some devices may display a blank page after the images. We apologize for this inconvenience. His body lay under an oak on the Hendersons' lawn. A small group of neighbors had gathered around his corpse, their faces sad and shocked.
It had been such a nice morning. The Texas summer had finally cooled a little, allowing for a light, happy breeze. Not a single cloud marked the blue sky, and the walk to the twenty-four-hour gas-station convenience store had turned out to be downright pleasant. Normally I didn't go shopping at the gas station at seven thirty on Friday morning, but when you run a bed-and-breakfast, it's a good policy to accommodate requests from your guests, especially if they've paid for a lifetime membership.
So I gathered my blond hair in a ponytail, put on my flowered skirt and a pair of sandals, and hightailed it half a mile to the store.
I was coming back, carrying my downloads, when I saw my neighbors gathered under the tree. And just like that, my happy day ground to a halt. A second's worth of looking told me everything I needed to know.
See a Problem?
Just like the other two. Brutus hadn't been what you would call a good dog. An oversized black Chow Chow, he'd been suspicious of everyone, ornery, and often too loud for his own good. His chief activity when he'd managed to escape Mr.
Byrne's yard had been hiding behind trash cans and exploding with thunderous barking at anyone who dared to walk by. But no matter how annoying he'd been, he hadn't deserved to die.
No dog deserved to die this way. Tan, slight, with a fluffy cloud of dark, curly hair framing her face, Margaret was in her mid-forties. She looked at the body again and turned away, her fingers covering her mouth. Being seventeen, Kayley lived for drama. David Henderson shrugged his shoulders. He was a heavy man, not fat, but thick around the middle. He and his wife owned a pool-supplies shop in town and did their best to parent Kayley, with mixed success.
In a subdivision? They're birds. A puma would've pinned the dog and bitten through the nape of his neck, then dragged him off or at least eaten the stomach and the insides. The thing that had killed Brutus had smashed his skull with a devastating blow.
Then it had scoured the dog's sides and sliced open its abdomen, releasing the intestines, but hadn't taken a single bite. This was a territorial kill, left for everyone to find -- look how bad and clever I am. She'd been found the exact same way, disemboweled, behind the hedge by the mailboxes.
The second had been a beagle named Thompson, a notorious lawn bandit who'd made it his life's mission to add a present to every patch of mowed grass. He'd been left in the shadow of a shrub. And now Brutus. Brutus had a lot of fur. Whatever had made those gashes in his sides had to have long claws. Long, razor-sharp, and growing from fingers with a lot of manual dexterity.
I've got to take Kayley to school and open the store in fifteen minutes. Did anyone call Byrne? Byrne's pride and joy. He'd walk him every afternoon through the subdivision, beaming when people stopped to pay him compliments. I left a message. It had to stop. A man strode up the street. He walked with a light spring in his step that said he could run and run very fast if he chose. Sean Evans. Just the devil I wanted to see.
Sean Evans was a new addition to Avalon Subdivision. Rumor said he was ex- military. The rumor was probably right. In my experience, the ex-military guys came in two types.
Sweep in Peace
The first grew long hair, sprouted beards, and indulged in all the things they hadn't been able do while they'd been in the armed forces. The second did their best to pretend they never got out.
Sean Evans belonged to the second category. His russet-brown hair was cut short. His square jaw was clean-shaven. Tall and broad-shouldered, he had a strong, fit body, honed by exercise to a lean, muscular precision.
He looked like he could pick up a fifty-pound rucksack, run across the city with it, and then beat an ungodly number of enemies to a bloody pulp with his bare hands while things exploded dramatically in the background. He was said to be unfailingly polite, but something in his stare communicated a clear "don't mess with me" message. David turned purple in the face. That's too old for you. Unfortunately, in light of the events two nights ago, he was also the prime suspect for the dog killings.
Sean stopped and looked at Brutus. As he glanced up, I checked his eyes. They were amber, a particular shade of brown with a touch of a golden hue, almost orange in the sunlight, and they were surprised.
He hadn't killed Brutus.Agatha Christie - Appoinment With Death. Affie Book pinned post 14 Mar at 1: Scattered throughout the continent and racing against time, Chaol, Manon, and Dorian must forge their own paths to meet their destinies. Especially considering Dina has no staff.
Please be a joke. I should've known. Love the Innkeeper Series but really love Maud. The lights in the Ramirez residence went out.
The Ku were actually reptilian and had more in common with dinosaurs than birds. It was five days before Christmas, and I wasn't expecting guests, especially not at two o'clock in the morning.