Hunt the Moon (Cassie Palmer)
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Cassandra Palmer recently defeated a god, which you'd think would buy a girl a little time off. But it doesn't work that way when your job description is Pythia-the world's chief clairvoyant. Cassie is busier than ever, trying to learn about her power, preparing for her upcoming coronation, and figuring out her relationship with the enigmatic sexy master vampire, Mircea.
But someone doesn't want Cassie to become Pythia, and is willing to go to any lengths to make sure the coronation ceremony never happens- including attacking her mother before Cassie is even born.
him power to save his life, and now he’d returned it. And while that didn’t mean anything in human terms, except emergency and necessity and the only possible way out, in demon terms it meant— It meant— “What have you done?” I screamed to no one, because he wasn’t there. I dropped to my knees, screaming in fury, and the earth shook. A time wave boiled under the soil, causing roots to fly out of the ground, pushing up boulders, sending a cascade of mud and debris spilling down the hill
other than the Renaissance master Raphael, who had been turned after unwisely refusing a job for Florentine up-and-comer Antonio Gallina. It had been the last time he’d refused one of Tony’s commissions, not that he’d been given many. Appreciating art required a soul, something I was pretty sure Tony had been born without. “Yes,” Mircea agreed. “Because I asked him to.” I frowned. I hadn’t known that. “You asked him? Why?” “I thought a child should have something to look at besides
stash. None of it matched, but right then, I didn’t give a damn. I hauled everything back to the bathroom, and after dressing and combing and slapping on some mascara, I decided I looked mostly normal. If normal people had green hair and wore hats indoors. The vamp folded his paper and got to his feet when I started out the door, even though there was another guard just outside. He was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, looking bored and butt-sore. He didn’t say anything
looking like he’d like to rip someone else’s off. This wasn’t one of those times. “What the hell?” he demanded in his deep voice, before he’d even reached us. “Hi, Caleb,” I said, resigned. “I was asked to get her out; I got her out,” Pritkin said obscurely. “You were told to bring her in!” “Bring me in where?” I asked. “HQ,” Pritkin said. “After Jonas found out about this latest attack, he insisted—” “And instead, you bring her here!” Caleb gestured sharply. “Middle of goddamned
just arrived—” “And you think they’re going to be able to handle this?” “If they don’t, he’s gone. I’m telling you, we can’t—” “Get out,” I said softly, my eyes on the ruined map of Pritkin’s back. “And if we try the emergency unit and they can’t do anything?” Caleb demanded. “We’ll have lost any chance of—” “There’s no time for anything else!” “I said, get out!” I snarled, pushing at the nearest mage. “All of you, except for Caleb!” “What?” the mage who’d been arguing with the