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PostWysłany: Pią 11:36, 14 Mar 2014    Temat postu: Ilona Andrews - różnorodności

Questing Beast




W świecie daleko, daleko stąd, gdzie urocze cosie zjadają komputery, a niebo jest szmaragdowo - zielone mała grupa naukowców stara się ocalić planetę i własne kariery przez zmieszanie inżynierii genetycznej i legend arturiańskich. Szkoda, że zapomnieli o pierwszej zasadzie eksploracji planety. To natura zawsze śmieje się ostatnia.

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PostWysłany: Śro 15:40, 14 Maj 2014    Temat postu:

Wydaje mi się, że nie powinnyśmy osobno pisac o wydanych tomach, a osobno o nie wydanych. Temat serii to temat serii. Czy ten tu zamykamy bądź usuwamy?

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PostWysłany: Pią 13:55, 30 Maj 2014    Temat postu:

Fragment książki widziane oczami Currana autorstwa Gordona:

* Pierwsze spotkanie z Kate

MAGIC BITES

I was in Unicorn Lane at night. A bad time to be in a bad place. Anything can happen there, but it's never something good.
No one was in charge of Unicorn Lane. None of Atlanta's many supernatural factions could claim dominion over it. It was populated by those once human and those who had never been, and they hid in the dark ruins, feeding on each other and making visitors unwelcome. Thus the Unicorn Lane is recognized by all as neutral territory, a no-man's land you entered at your own risk. The scared hovered at the edge the stupid died not far from it. I was here to meet someone, and if she made it far enough to find me, I would know she was neither.
I leaned back, feeling the cold stone of the abandoned building with my spine. Moonlight seeped through the holes in the roof, illuminating a gap in the wall. She would come through there. The night shadows hid me, so I'd have plenty of time to look her over.
The Unicorn lay quiet. The night is never truly silent, but right now the monsters minded their manners. None of them knew why I was here, but all of them recognized they didn't want to be the reason for my visit.
What I did know of the merc came from Jim, my chief of security. He'd worked with her in the Mercenary Guild. That gave me pause. Jim was a cat and preferred the solitary hunt. It was rare for him to let anyone outside the Pack watch his back. He said she was fast, for a human, and good with a blade. He also said she had a big mouth and fought when she should run. None of this endeared her to me. Mercs were bottom feeders. No honor, no integrity, no loyalty.
They didn't stand for anything. I wasn't in the habit of personally meeting low life thugs who wanted to be tough guys. I had people for that.
However, I was willing to take a chance this time, since Jim had vouched for her. He'd seen her come out of situations that should have ended her. Jim didn't believe all of her cards were on that table. She was likely hiding strong magic, which meant she came with baggage. That was fine if it made her useful. Something was hunting my people, the Free People of Atlanta. We had the best trackers in the City, but we had yet to catch it.
Normally we solved our own problems. We kept it in the family. Humans saw us as freaks, and I saw no need to give them more ammunition. But the murders had been too numerous and some of the vampires were destroyed as well, no big loss, and the Order of Merciful Aid got involved. The only human I trusted in that organization of fanatics, a Knight Diviner of the Order, had been investigating the case and killed for it, presumably by the same creature. I have little love and less use for humans, but Greg Feldman had died helping us and that counted for something. Incredibly this merc was his estranged ward and had inherited the case along with a temporary position with the Order.
I would find this thing that murdered my people. I would stand over it and taste his blood as the light faded from its eyes. Nothing would change that. But with Order's help, I would find it faster. If Greg's ward was looking for revenge, all the better. It would mean she was willing to
take risks that could help me get my teeth on this creature's throat.
I smelled her, before I heard her approach Jim outside. The night wind brought a mixture of scents to my tongue. Leather – old boots. A touch of sweat, clean and unmistakably feminine.
A mix of rosemary, chamomile, lavender – shampoo, an herbal fragrance foreign to this dank and moldy place, nice. A very faint trace of cloves and steel – oil for the sword.
She was quiet, nearly soundless for a human. Interesting. What was she?
Finally the faint sound of a step. Come closer, little mouse, you're almost there.
The night shadows swallowed me. She would come in right across from me – it was the only way – and I would see her before she saw me, if I choose to let myself be seen. Perhaps if she looked as good as she smelled I would give her that privilege.
A slight scratch of a foot sliding on stone. I leaned forward to get a better look.
Moonlight from gaps in the ceiling illuminated the scene as she put first a foot through the gap. She came in sideways, slowly and carefully, carrying a sword. An odd looking blade, pale.
She held it like she what she was doing, but her faith in its ability to protect her was misplaced.
The tips of my claws itched the inside of my skin, wanting to come out. She had one sword, but I had ten claws.
She scanned the area, stopped to listen, then moved forward stealthily like a dancer, hiding in the nearest shadow before I caught a glimpse of her face. The draft brought another whiff of her scent. She paused and I knew she was peering into the gloom, vainly trying to find me. I
liked the way she moved, balanced and light, neither tiptoeing nor stiff. Nice body. Come to me mouse, don't be scared.
She took a step forward and I saw her in profile. Exotic, strong features, not pretty, but I liked what I saw.
I drew my fingers through the dirt, scraping the floor a little.
She pivoted on one foot, turning her sword. Fast. Her head snapped toward me. Dark eyes stared straight at me. I detected no fear. Instead it was a look of challenge. So not a mouse after all, but something more. This could be interesting. I'd let her dance in the dirt a bit more.
She was fun to watch.
She crouched with her hand out. What the hell was she doing…
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty."
Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim.
She blinked and stared at me. She'd seen my eyes glow.
I let go, shifting in the dark into my true form in the dark. If you want a Kitty, little girl, I'll give you one you'll never forget.
I stepped into the moonlight. She froze.
That's right. No sudden moves. I padded toward her slowly and circled her allowing her take it all in. Do you like the kitty now? I could smell her surprise and fear. Our gazes met. Her eyes went wide and then she fell on her ass.
Heh. A bow would have been sufficient.
I retreated into the shadows of the corner. I was not sure what affect a laughing lion would have on her and I did not want her to faint. I reverted to human form and changed into sweats and a tee. Any other time, I might have walked out to her as is, but this was a business meeting.
Best to keep it that way.
I gave her a few seconds to recover. She was dusting off her jeans.
"Kitty, Kitty?"
She jumped a bit. Smart girl. Most shapeshifters can't switch back and forth like that. I'm not most shapeshifters. I am the Beast Lord.
"Yeah," she managed weakly. "You caught me by unprepared. Next time I'll bring cream and catnip toys."
Toys wouldn't be necessary. "There may not be a next time."
I stepped out and she turned toward me. She seemed almost relieved that I wasn't naked.
Most women had the opposite reaction. Her loss.
I hit her with my hard stare. She met my gaze and did not look away or cringe. Points for her. She was tall for a woman, maybe two or three inches shorter than me. Young, maybe early or mid-twenties. She looked strong and lithe, like an athlete or martial artist.
"What kind of woman greets the Beast Lord with 'here, kitty kitty'?"
"One of a kind."
She continued to hold my stare. She may not have been as funny as she thought she was, but she wasn't a coward. Good. I could work with brave.
I took a step toward her. "I am the Lord of the Free People."


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PostWysłany: Pią 17:10, 30 Maj 2014    Temat postu:

Ten fragment można w w kilku miejscach znaleźć po naszemu.

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PostWysłany: Pon 12:13, 02 Cze 2014    Temat postu:

Daria, wiem to Smile Dodałam to dla osób, które chcą przeczytać tą niesamowitą historię w oryginale Smile
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PostWysłany: Śro 15:10, 15 Paź 2014    Temat postu:

Cytat pochodzi z blogu Ilony Andrews Smile

I jumped down from the Tahoe, pulled a ziploc bag from my pocket, and unsheathed Sarrat.

“Stand back please.”

“Oh no,” Derek said from above. “Are you about to do science?”


***

“Where are *****'s kids now?” Julie asked.

“At the office with Ascanio,” Curran told her.

Julie's gaze was so saturated with derision, it should've been illegal.

“He's perfectly capable of taking care of them,” I said.

“Sure he is.”

What would my life be without teenage sass?



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PostWysłany: Śro 12:09, 01 Kwi 2015    Temat postu:

Na stronie autorki można znaleźć nowy fragment książki widziany oczami Currana autorstwa Gordona:

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Czy znalazłaby się jakaś cudowna osóbka, która mogłaby to przetłumaczyć? Smile


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PostWysłany: Śro 14:01, 01 Kwi 2015    Temat postu:

Dzięki Aventia :-) przeczytałam sobie :-) na szczęście prosto piszą :-)

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PostWysłany: Wto 14:14, 28 Kwi 2015    Temat postu:

Kate and Curran Twitter: The Dress Smile


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Kate: At the market. Do you want anything besides coffee?

Curran: Meat.

Kate
: What kind of meat?

Curran: Delicious meat.

Kate
: I get that. Beef or venison?

Curran
: I don't care. Hey, so about your dress.

Kate
: Which dress?

Curran
: The white one. I washed it but the blood won't come out.

Kate
: Did you try to do laundry again?

Curran: I don't try. I do.

Kate DM: Julie, is he doing laundry?

Julie
: Yussss.

Kate
: Did he separate whites and darks or did he just stuff them all together into the washing machine again?

Julie
: He separated. He bleached your dress. I told him not to do it.

Kate
: It's the second time he has ever done laundry in his entire life. We just need to cut him some slack.

Kate
: Hey honey, did you use bleach on my silk dress?

Curran
: Yes, I did. The stains won't come out. The instructions on the container said to soak it in a gallon of water and a cup of bleach, so it's been soaking.

Kate
: Aha. Can you check on the dress?

Curran
: Sure. Hmm. Kate, I don't know how to tell you, but your dress has holes in it. I don't know how that happened.

Curran: Kate?

Kate
: I didn't like that dress anyway.

Kate
: Curran, are you there?

Curran
: Yeah. Hang on, there is something walking across our lawn.

Kate
: It's probably just the electric meter dude again.

Kate
: Curran? Do not assault the meter person. If you chase him up a tree again, we'll never hear the end of it. I'm serious.

Kate DM: Julie, what the hell is he doing?

Julie
: There is a giant two headed dog in our yard. It has huge horns and it's dripping glowing spit. Curran's talking to it. Hang on, I'll open the window.

Kate
: Oh.

Julie: It's just told him it's a demon. He's asking it what it wants.

Kate: ::facepalm::

Julie: Apparently, it wants to eat his face. Oh it puked up a dog corpse. Gross.

Julie
: He-he-he.

Kate: Is he beating it?

Julie: With a cinder block the contractors left.

Kate: Does he look happy?

Julie
: Yus. He's smiling. There is blood everywhere.

Kate: ::sigh:: Do you want anything from the market?

Julie
: Eyeliner and apples.


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PostWysłany: Nie 18:14, 19 Lip 2015    Temat postu:

Boże. Ta para nigdy się nie zmieni. Oni są po prostu EPIC. hahahahaha. U nich nawet zwykłe pranie ciuchów jest związane z oddzielaniem zakrwawionych rzeczy, podziurawionych rzeczy, i oczywiście pokonaniem jakiegoś potwora w przerwie między namaczaniem i praniem ubrań. Very Happy Epickie. Po prostu epickie.
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PostWysłany: Śro 14:48, 23 Wrz 2015    Temat postu:

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Small Magics składa się z pięciu wcześniej opublikowanych opowiadań:

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Wydarzenia w Questionable Client mają miejsce na kilka lat przed tymi opisanymi w Magia kąsa.

Kate Daniels jest zmęczona. Ma krew na butach i chce pójść do domu. Niestety, praca najemnika nigdy się nie kończy i zamiast udać się na całkowicie zasłużony odpoczynek, zostaje ochroniarzem klienta VIP-a, człowieka o nazwisku Saiman. Kate widziała wiele dziwnych magicznych istot podczas swojej pracy dla Gildii Najemników, ale jeszcze nigdy los nie zetknął jej z takim stworzeniem...

Retribution Clause


Opowieść osadzona w świecie Kate, ale w Filadelfii z kuzynem Saimana, całkiem poza historią Kate.

Days of Swine and Roses

Krótka młodzieżowa historia o dziewczynie, świni, trochę magii i najgorszej randce.

Chad Thurman jest zbirem, który nosi kastety w obu kieszeniach i zakłada magiczne pułapki na intruzów w "swojej" dzielnicy. Ostatnie co Alena Kornov chce, to iść z nim na randkę. Ale gdy jej rodzina naciska na nią, nie może powiedzieć nie. Teraz lodziarnia jest zamknięta, świnia ucieczką ratuje swoje życie, a nawet nie wspomnimy o martwym mężczyźnie...

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antologia: Under Her Skin
Kobieta musi spłacić rodzinny dług u zmiennokształtnego magica.

Magic Tests

Krótka historia o Julie.


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