Prince of Shadows (Val Cache, Band 3) - Softcover

Buch 3 von 3: The Val Cache Series

Krinard, Susan

 
9780553567779: Prince of Shadows (Val Cache, Band 3)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0553567772 ISBN 13: 9780553567779
Verlag: Fanfare, 1996

Inhaltsangabe

A rising star in the fantasy romance firmament, Susan Krinard returns to the land of the bestselling Prince of Wolves in this mesmerizing new love story.The legend of the werewolf is reborn in this thrilling tale from the author who "set(s) the standard for fantasy romance" (Affaire de Coeur). Wolf researcher Alexandra tries to help a gorgeous wolf she discovered in the wild, only to discover the unimaginable: that the animal has vanished and a man has taken its place. Following a grisly murder, the weight of suspicion falls heavily on Alexandra's mysterious companion who wields legendary powers--and soon both are scrambling to escape.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Susan Krinard graduated from the California College of Arts and Crafts with a BFA, and worked as an artist and freelance illustrator before turning to writing. An admirer of both romance and fantasy, she enjoys combining these elements in her books.

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A rising star in the fantasy romance firmament, Susan Krinard returns to the land of the bestselling "Prince of Wolves in this mesmerizing new love story.The legend of the werewolf is reborn in this thrilling tale from the author who "set(s) the standard for fantasy romance" ("Affaire de Coeur). Wolf researcher Alexandra tries to help a gorgeous wolf she discovered in the wild, only to discover the unimaginable: that the animal has vanished and a man has taken its place. Following a grisly murder, the weight of suspicion falls heavily on Alexandra's mysterious companion who wields legendary powers--and soon both are scrambling to escape.

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The wolf was on his feet again, standing by the door.  She forgot her resolve not to stare.  Magnificent was the only word for him, even as shaky as he was.  He lifted one paw and scraped it against the door, turning to look at her in a way that couldn't be misunderstood.

He wanted out.  Alex felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.

He wasn't ready.  Only moments before she'd been debating what to do with him, and now her decision was being forced.

Once she opened that door he'd be gone, obeying instincts older and more powerful than the ephemeral trust he'd given her on the edge of death.  In his weakened state once back in the woods, he'd search out the easiest prey he could find.

Livestock.  Man's possessions, lethally guarded by guns and poison.

Alex backed away, toward the hall closet where she kept her seldom-used dart gun.  In Canada she and her fellow researchers had used guns like it to capture wolves for collaring and transfer to new homes in the northern United States. She hadn't expected to need it here.

Now she didn't have any choice.  Shadow leaned against the wall patiently as she retrieved the gun and loaded it out of his sight.  She tucked it into the loose waistband of her jeans, at the small of her back, and started toward the door.

Shadow wagged his tail.  Only once, and slowly, but the simple gesture cut her to the heart.  It was as if he saw her as another wolf.  As if he recognized what she'd tried to do for him.  She edged to the opposite side of the door and opened it.

Biting air swirled into the warmth of the cabin.  Shadow stepped out, lifting his muzzle to the sky, breathing in a thousand subtle scents Alex couldn't begin to imagine.

She followed him and sat at the edge of the porch as he walked stiffly into the clearing.  "What are you?" she murmured.  "Were you captive once? Were you cut off from your own kind?"

He heard her, pausing in his business and pricking his ears.  Golden eyes held answers she couldn't interpret with mere human senses.

"I know what you aren't, Shadow.  You aren't meant to be anyone's pet.  Or something to be kept in a cage and stared at.  I wish to God I could let you go."

The wolf whuffed softly.  He looked toward the forest, and Alex stiffened, reaching for the dart gun.  But he turned back and came to her again, lifted his paw and set it very deliberately on her knee.

Needing her.  Trusting her.  Accepting.  His huge paw felt warm and familiar, like a friend's touch.

Once she'd loved being touched.  By her mother, by her grandparents--by Peter. She'd fought so hard to get over that need, that weakness.

Alex raised her hand and felt it tremble.  She let her fingers brush the wolf's thick ruff, stroke down along his massive shoulder.  Shadow sighed and closed his eyes to slits of contentment.

Oh, God.  In a minute she'd be flinging her arms around his great shaggy neck.  Wrong, wrong.  He was a wolf, not a pet dog.  She withdrew her hands and clasped them in her lap.

He nudged her hand.  His eyes, amber and intelligent, regarded her without deception.  Like no human eyes in the world.

"I won't let them kill you, Shadow," she said hoarsely.  "No matter what you are, or what happens.  I'll help you.  I promise." She closed her eyes.  "I've made promises I wasn't able to keep, but not this time.  Not this time."

Promises.  One to a strange, lost boy weeping over the bodies of two murdered wolves.  A boy who, like the first Shadow, she'd never found again.

And another promise to her mother, who had died to save her.

The ghost of one had returned to her at last.

The wolf whined and patted her knee, his claws snagging on her jeans.  A gentle snow began to fall, thick wet flakes that kissed Alex's cheeks with the sweetness of a lover.  She turned her face up to the sky's caress.  Shadow leaned against her heavily, his black pelt dusted with snowflakes.

If only I could go back, she thought.  Back to the time when happiness had been such a simple thing, when a wolf could be a friend and fairy tales were real.  She sank her fingers deeper into Shadow's fur.

If only--you were human.  A man as loyal, as protective, as fundamentally honest as a wolf with its own.  A man who could never exist in the real world.  A fairy-tale hero, a prince ensorcelled.

She allowed herself a bitter smile.  The exact opposite of Peter, in fact.

And you think you'd deserve such a man if he did exist?

She killed that line of thought before it could take hold, forcing her fingers to unclench from Shadow's fur.  "What am I going to do, Shadow?" she said.

The wolf set his forepaws on the porch and heaved his body up, struggling to lift himself to the low platform.  Alex watched his efforts with a last grasp at objectivity.

Now.  Dart him now, and there will still be time to contact the ADC. She clawed at the dart gun and pulled it from her waistband.

But Shadow looked up at her in that precise moment, and she was lost.  "I can't," she whispered.  She let her arm go slack.  The dart gun fell from her nerveless fingers, landing in the snow.  She stared at it blindly.

Teeth that could rend and tear so efficiently closed with utmost gentleness around her empty hand.  Shadow tugged until she had no choice but to look at him again.

She knew what he wanted.  She hesitated only a moment before opening the door. Shadow padded into the cabin and found the place she had made for him by the stove, stretching out full length on the old braided rug, chin on paws.

"You've made it easy for me, haven't you?" she asked him, closing the door behind her.  "You're trapped, and I can keep you here until...until I can figure out what to do with you."

The wolf gazed at her so steadily that she was almost certain that he'd known exactly what he was doing.  She wanted to go to him and huddle close, feel the warmth of his great body and the sumptuous texture of his fur.  But she had risked too much already.  In the morning she'd have to reach a decision about him, and she knew how this would end--how it must end--sooner or later.

Shadow would be gone, and she'd be alone.

Feeling decades older than her twenty-seven years, Alex took her journal from the kitchen and retreated into the darkness of her bedroom.  She paused at the door, her hand on the knob, and closed it with firm and deliberate pressure.

She stripped off her clothes and hung them neatly in the tiny closet, retrieving a clean pair of long underwear.  The journal lay open on the old wooden bed table, waiting for the night's final entry.

It's ironic, Mother.  I thought I'd become strong.  Objective.  I can't even succeed in this.

Her flannel bedsheets were cold; she drew the blankets up high around her chin, an old childhood habit she'd never shaken.  Once it had made her feel safe, as if her mother's own hands had tucked her in.  Now it only made her remember how false a comfort it truly...

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Verlag
Fanfare
Erscheinungsdatum
1996
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0553567772
ISBN 13 
9780553567779
Einband
Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
384
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