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Автор: Laura Anne Gilman
Издательство: HarperCollins
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      Praise for the Retrievers novels of

       laura anne gilman

      Staying Dead

      “An entertaining, fast-paced thriller set in a world where cell phones and computers exist uneasily with magic, and a couple of engaging and highly talented rogues solve crimes while trying not to commit too many of their own.”

      —Locus

      Curse the Dark

      “With an atmosphere reminiscent of Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code and Umberto Eco’s The Name of the Rose by way of Sam Spade, Gilman’s second Wren Valere adventure (after Staying Dead) features fast-paced action, wisecracking dialog and a pair of strong, appealing heroes.”

      —Library Journal

      Bring It On

      “Ripping good urban fantasy, fast-paced and filled with an exciting blend of mystery and magic…this is a paranormal romance for those who normally avoid romance, and the entire series is worth checking out.”

      —SF Site

      Burning Bridges

      “This fourth book in Gilman’s engaging series delivers…Wren and Sergei’s relationship, as usual, is wonderfully written. As their relationship moves in an unexpected direction, it makes perfect sense—and leaves the reader on the edge of her seat for the next book.”

      —Romantic Times BOOKreviews [4 stars]

      Free Fall

      “An intelligent and utterly gripping fantasy thriller, by far the best of the Retrievers series to date.”

      —Publishers Weekly, starred review

      Laura Anne Gilman

      Blood From Stone

      AUTHOR NOTE

      Blood from Stone was an easy book to write—and a difficult one at the same time.

      Easy, because I’ve lived with these characters, their personalities and problems, for the length of six books now. We’ve been together for the long haul, and each book is like visiting with old and dear friends.

      Difficult, because with this book their story comes to a (temporary) close. The Cosa Nostradamus universe continues with Hard Magic, but Wren and Sergei will be taking a short break to let Bonnie and her crew take center stage. While I’m sad to see them go, I’m thrilled that Bonnie’s getting her chance to shine. You can read a teaser for that book at the end of this one.

      Meanwhile, you have Blood from Stone yet to read, wherein Wren and Sergei are faced with a new challenge—one that involves Wren’s sidekick P.B. and the fate of all demon-kind!

      Enjoy!

      Laura Anne Gilman

       May 2009

      There’s only one person this book could be dedicated to:

       my editor, Mary-Theresa Hussey, who has put up with this entire

       crew and their writer for six books now, and come back and

       asked for more….

      And maybe that’s all that we need is to meet in the middle of impossibility.

      —“Mystery”

       Indigo Girls

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter one

      Chapter two

      Chapter three

      Chapter four

      Chapter five

      Chapter six

      Chapter seven

      Chapter eight

      Chapter nine

      Chapter ten

      Chapter eleven

      Chapter twelve

      Chapter thirteen

      Chapter fourteen

      Chapter fifteen

      Chapter sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter eighteen

      Chapter nineteen

      Chapter twenty

      prologue

      “Why do you think you need it?”

      “I…” He wants to say that he doesn’t know, but that’s already been established as a cop-out. He may not know, but there is a reason. There is always a reason. So he says what he already knows. “It feels good. The pain. But it’s not about masochism. It’s about trust.” That was true. It felt true. “The pain means that something bad is happening, but I trust that nothing will go wrong.”

      “But things do. You’re damaging yourself. Every time you do it, you’re hurting yourself.”

      “I didn’t…I don’t care. I still need it.” A pause, because he has always been honest in his own way. “I don’t need it. I want it. I want it enough to risk everything. And it will cost me everything. That’s why I’m here.”

      “It” was current, magical energy. Talent could use it, manipulate it. To a Null like himself, it was deadly, screwing with the internal organs. Being caught in a current backlash was like being repeatedly hit with lightning bolts. Nobody in their right mind would find it a turn-on.

      It wouldn’t be the first time he’d wondered if he was crazy.

      “What do you what to accomplish here? Do you want to not want it?”

      That was the damned thing about therapists. They ask the kinds of questions you don’t want to think about, much less answer. He shifts in the chair, his legs suddenly too long for comfort, his hands too large, his skin too tight around his frame.

      “What do you want?” The voice probes again, soothing but insistent.

      “I don’t know. That’s the problem.”

      “Indeed.”

      “I hate it when you say that. I hate everything about this.”

      “Then why are you here?”

      Sergei shifts again, wishing desperately for his cigarette case. He hasn’t had a cigarette in years, but right now, the feel of the thin cylinder in his fingers would be just as soothing as the hit of nicotine ever was. Because he doesn’t know why he is here, doesn’t know what he is supposed to do or say, or bring out of it.

      “I don’t know.”

      Except he does know. Wren. Always, ever, Wren Valere. Partner, lover, best friend…the source of his addiction, and the thing he would lose, if he couldn’t get it under control.

      He just doesn’t know how to do that, without walking away from her, too.

      one

      In the middle of a copse of trees, bordered on one side behind her by a dry creek bed and on the other in front of her by a low stone wall covered with moss and bird shit, Wren Valere crouched, her backside an inch off the leaf-strewn ground, her palms resting on her knees, and her knees complaining about the whole situation. She was tired, sweaty and pissed-off at the universe in general and one person in particular.

      “Annoying, ignorant woman,” she scolded that person, hidden inside the house on the other side of that wall. “You couldn’t have taken the kid to Boston, or Philadelphia, or somewhere semicivilized? No, you had to go all bucolic