Nell Ingram and her team face a dire, supernatural evil in this newest thrilling paranormal procedural in the New York Times bestselling Soulwood series.
Nell Ingram draws her powers from deep in the earth, and uses them to help Psy-LED, the Psychometric Law Enforcement Division, which solves paranormal crimes. When a local vampire calls to report a dead body on her compound, Nell knows she and her team have to be ready for anything.
But the dead body is just the beginning of a mystery that involves supernaturals of all kinds, including some of the most powerful vampires in the country. As Nell gets closer to the truth, she begins to understand that the perpetrator is tracking her too—and that there is something personal about this crime. Something with roots that go almost as deep as those in Soulwood.
- ASIN : B0BHD9SMF7
- Publisher : Ace (March 5, 2024)
- Publication date : March 5, 2024
- Print length : 382 pages
- Buy links:
- Amazon/Apple/B&N: https://mybook.to/RiftinSoul
- Publisher: https://tinyurl.com/RiftSoulRandHou (Note, they have links to BookShop.org, Walmart, and Target on this page.)
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Praise for Faith Hunter’s Soulwood Series
“Hunter’s brand of supernatural is equal parts exciting, engaging and entertaining…Filled with high-stakes tension, Hunter’s storytelling is vivid and descriptive with edgy, sharp dialogue laced with humor.”– RT Book Reviews
“Nell’s coming into her own as an independent woman…Hunter’s many fans will be delighted with her strong new heroine.”– Publishers Weekly
“I love Nell and her PsyLED team and would happily read about their adventures for years.”– Vampire Book Club
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About the Author:
Faith Hunter, urban fantasy writer, was born in Louisiana and raised all over the south. Hunter fell in love with reading in fifth grade, and best loved SciFi, fantasy, and gothic mystery. She decided to become a writer in high school, when a teacher told her she had talent. Now, she writes full-time, tries to keep house, and is a workaholic with a passion for RV travel, Japanese maples, orchids, white-water kayaking, and writing. She and her husband love to RV to whitewater rivers all over the Southeast.
Author of series: Skinwalker (feat. Jane Yellowrock, urban fantasy), Rogue Mage (Thorn St. Croix, urban fantasy), Junkyard Cats (Shining Smith, dystopian-esque Scifi), and Soulwood (Nell Ingram, paranormal procedural where an escapee from a cult, a solitary woman with deadly magic of her own, is hired to help PsyLED: a paranormal division of Homeland Security; find a missing child. Find out more about the author here: http://www.FaithHunter.net
Excerpt
“You left a message for me at PsyLED Unit Eighteen,” I said to Ming, “that there is a dead body here. You asked for me specifically to pick it up. Tell me about the body.”
I added. “Is it a human or an undead?”
“Undead?” Ming asked. “What is undead? How can the undead have a soul? What can the undead doooo with a soul?” She held her hand up in the air, studying her fingers with the colorful, childlike nail polish on it. “How did my soul return to me? Where was it kept for so many centuries? There are those who say otherwise, but I know it was you.” She dropped her hand and scratched a single long cut across her chest between the robe’s lapels. A line of blood appeared in the trail of the fingernail. She had ripped her own skin.
There was something seriously wrong with Ming of Glass.
I fought to keep my breathing slow and deep, my heart rate steady and calm. I was in the presence of a predator, one not herself. Like a rabid dog. Or a bull with mad cow disease.
I clenched my fists and pulled on Soulwood, preparing my earth magic, keeping that slow trickle of blood in my line of sight. I might have to fight her and I had left my best weapon in the passenger seat of the car. But if I needed to kill her, to drain her to death, all I had to do was to touch that trickle of blood. The hunger of the land grew inside me.
“Did you force my soul into me?” Her eyes moved to my face. “Your life force is not human. Are you the danger to me? Should I drink you down?”
That was a threat. Even though she was nuttier than a candy bar, Ming could rip me apart with her bare hands.
That thought triggered my brain out of paralysis, into action.
“You owe me two boons,” I said, clutching at that memory, not knowing what it really meant in terms of a balance of power against her threat, but willing to use what I had. “You will not violate your own blood word.”
https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/ Copyright Faith Hunter
I added. “Is it a human or an undead?”
“Undead?” Ming asked. “What is undead? How can the undead have a soul? What can the undead doooo with a soul?” She held her hand up in the air, studying her fingers with the colorful, childlike nail polish on it. “How did my soul return to me? Where was it kept for so many centuries? There are those who say otherwise, but I know it was you.” She dropped her hand and scratched a single long cut across her chest between the robe’s lapels. A line of blood appeared in the trail of the fingernail. She had ripped her own skin.
There was something seriously wrong with Ming of Glass.
I fought to keep my breathing slow and deep, my heart rate steady and calm. I was in the presence of a predator, one not herself. Like a rabid dog. Or a bull with mad cow disease.
I clenched my fists and pulled on Soulwood, preparing my earth magic, keeping that slow trickle of blood in my line of sight. I might have to fight her and I had left my best weapon in the passenger seat of the car. But if I needed to kill her, to drain her to death, all I had to do was to touch that trickle of blood. The hunger of the land grew inside me.
“Did you force my soul into me?” Her eyes moved to my face. “Your life force is not human. Are you the danger to me? Should I drink you down?”
That was a threat. Even though she was nuttier than a candy bar, Ming could rip me apart with her bare hands.
That thought triggered my brain out of paralysis, into action.
“You owe me two boons,” I said, clutching at that memory, not knowing what it really meant in terms of a balance of power against her threat, but willing to use what I had. “You will not violate your own blood word.”
https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/ Copyright Faith Hunter
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