by Lara Adrian
A Glimpse of Darkness is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the authors’ imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Chapter 2 copyright © 2010 by Harry Connolly
Chapter 3 copyright © 2010 by Lucy Snyder
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Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Preface
Chapter 1 by Lara Adrian
Chapter 2 by Harry Connolly
Chapter 3 by Lucy A. Snyder
Chapter 4 by Kelly Meding
Chapter 5 by Stacia Kane
Chapter 6 by Lara Adrian
Excerpt Chapters
Excerpt from Kiss of Midnight by Lara Adrian
Title Page
About the Author - Lara Adrian
Excerpt from Child of Fire by Harry Connolly
Title Page
About the Author - Harry Connolly
Excerpt from Spellbent by Lucy A. Snyder
Title Page
About the Author - Lucy A. Snyder
Excerpt from Three Days to Dead by Kelly Meding
Title Page
About the Author - Kelly Meding
Excerpt from Unholy Ghosts by Stacia Kane
Title Page
About the Author - Stacia Kane
Fan Voting Results
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Chapter 1
by Lara Adrian
By the time Munira bint Azhar stepped out of her street-level apartment that Monday morning, she had two good reasons to turn around and crawl right back into bed. The migraine jackhammering behind her eyelids had her feeling like one of the undead, but it was the near collision with a rickshaw full of tourists on their way to one of Port Nightfall’s many casinos that had really put the icing on her can-this-day-be-over-already morning.
It had also cost her a perfectly good cup of coffee, not to mention her favorite mug. She glared down at the shattered green zombie face and the cheap ceramic shards that used to proclaim GREAT MINDS TASTE ALIKE.
“Bloody tourists,” she grumbled as she swept the broken pieces into the gutter grate at the curb. “Can’t live with ’em, can’t pack ’em up and send ’em Below.”
Since trouble tended to run in threes in her experience, she could hardly wait to find out what else might be waiting for her. Unfortunately, what waited for her at her office a few blocks away was a stack of bills that weren’t going to get paid if she gave in to the prickling at her nape warning her to give the rest of this day a pass. It had been a long stretch since her last contracted job—long enough that she’d nearly begun to regret turning down the most recent one that had come her way.
Making a living as a Retriever was very specialized work, occasionally well paying, almost always dangerous. Munira had been doing it for a long time, since she was a little girl, in fact, growing up in Port Nightfall’s neighboring Baja desert lands among her father’s people. Azhar was djinn, part of an ancient ifrit tribe of beings with the power to manipulate fire. He’d taken great care in teaching his half-blood daughter how to use her own unique abilities to her best, most lucrative advantage. It had started off as a game, a challenge to see how quickly and efficiently Munira could fetch the objects Azhar had planted around their camp. She couldn’t recall when those games had turned to thievery and she the obliging accomplice, helping her father feed an insatiable habit for cards and dice.
Ancient history, she thought, heading across the street toward the local maqhan and the aroma of fresh-brewed espresso. She’d left home at the age of fifteen to make her own way and hadn�
�t looked back in all the years since.
As she entered the coffee shop, the tattooed barista lifted her dreadlock-fringed head and gave her a welcoming nod. Munira strode to the counter, perched on the edge of a batik-upholstered stool, and ordered a double shot. “On second thought, make it a triple, Lolita.”
“That bad, huh?”
Munira merely grunted in response. On the other side of the long lounging area, a couple of white-haired little old ladies in straw sombreros sipped Turkish coffees and listened, rapt and wide-eyed, as one of the city’s fortune-tellers dealt from a tarot deck and whispered lies about adventures soon to come in their lives. The fortune-teller was a fake, but most of the people coming to Port Nightfall and the other resort areas in the Emirate of Baja California didn’t know that.
Nor did they have any inkling of the true magic of this place. Strange and sometimes fearsome creatures roamed the land, both within the glittering city these tourists trod through so casually, and in the darker realm that lurked Below, in El Sótano: the undead domain of the necromancer Soledad. To preserve a precarious peace, Magickind kept their secrets hidden from human eyes and ears. They lived and worked among the city’s general population as though they were no different from the mundane who surrounded them.
Lolita came back with the triple and placed the lidded cup on the counter. She leaned in toward Munira, her voice barely a whisper. “Did you hear about Tariq el Sabueso?”
Munira shook her head, although she knew enough about the bottom-feeding werehound shapeshifter to guess it likely wasn’t good.
Lolita’s blue eyes were grim beneath her arched, dark brows. The dreds that covered her head writhed nearly imperceptibly, but enough that Munira noticed the heightened worry churning behind the pretty Gorgon’s level stare. “He’s dead, Nira. Last night his shredded carcass was found near El Sótano’s south portal.”
Munira blew out a long sigh. “What was he doing down there? Any idiot knows the only way you come back from Below is in pieces.”
Then again, the werehound wasn’t exactly famous for his good sense. He was reckless and opportunistic, not to mention indiscriminate, scraping up the crap jobs that Munira and her business partner, Arielle, wouldn’t touch, no matter how high their bills had stacked up. Whatever Tariq had been after in Soledad’s domain sure as hell hadn’t been worth it.
“I gotta go,” she said, paying Lolita as she hopped off the stool. “Thanks for the caffeine.”
“Anytime,” the Gorgon replied. “You be careful, Nira. You hear?”
Munira waved and headed out to the sunlit, palm-tree-lined street. The walk to her office took only a couple of minutes, past the rows of boutiques and restaurants whose architecture and offerings exemplified Port Nightfall’s mixed heritage of exotic Arabian influences and the colorful, earthy exuberance of neighboring Mexico.
Gleaming white domes of marble and slender minarets stood in serene elegance beside awe-inspiring red adobe cathedrals rich with elaborate, jewel-toned stained-glass windows and life-like, sculptured reliefs. As Munira cut through the drifting smoke of a nearby incense shop, a street vendor selling spicy kebabs and fajitas smiled at her from between the hanging clusters of bright red chili peppers that festooned his cart like bunches of grapes.
Up ahead, at the end of the main drag, a towering high-rise of sparkling glass and steel loomed, not so much a part of the city as dominating it. She wasn’t Catholic, not even human actually, but Munira barely resisted the urge to cross herself as she walked into its long shadow on her way to her low-rent office door just off the street.
Expecting her partner to be in already, Munira was surprised to find the door still locked, the blinds shuttered over the small window from the night before. Juggling her precious triple espresso, she fumbled her keys out of her pant pocket with one hand, then opened the door.
“Arielle?”
No answer. Typical of the free-spirited sylph to come in late on a Monday. Of course, it didn’t help her punctuality any that she was currently infatuated with her new man. Arielle was a decent business partner and a hell of a Retriever in her own right, but the girl was seriously impaired when it came to telling time.
Munira lifted the cup of espresso to her lips as she walked through the small reception area to her workstation down the hall.
As soon as she crossed the threshold into her cubbyhole of an office, the fine hairs at her nape and along her arms rose in warning. The normally caramel color of her skin took on a bluish tint, betraying her djinn blood. Her instincts intensified with sudden alarm.
That’s when she spotted the ball of energy hanging in the upper corner of the room.
“Holy—”
“Munira bint Azhar.” The malevolent swirling sphere of light began to waver and gather more solid form. It took on the basic shape of a man, though Munira knew all too well that Temesis the wizard was no man at all. The most powerful resident of Port Nightfall, Temesis lived in the penthouse of the city’s tallest tower, the very one that eclipsed most of the street and Munira’s office as well. “You’ve been refusing my calls, Munira. How very rude of you.”
She snorted, perhaps not the wisest response, but if he’d taken the time to teleport his likeness into her office, politeness probably wouldn’t save her now. “I’ve told you before, Temesis. I don’t want your business.”
“I think you’re wrong,” his vaporous image replied. “In fact, I’m quite certain you’ll want my business more than anything. That’s why I’ve come to pay you this in-person visit.”
She set her coffee down on the edge of her desk, wary now. “You don’t need me. There are others in this city who would be more than happy to run whatever errand you have in mind. I told you that the last time we spoke.”
“Yes, you did.” His translucent face tightened with a thin smile. “I’ve wasted enough time on imbeciles who weren’t worthy of the task. I need someone with the skill and intelligence you possess.” His lips curved into a contented, confident sneer. “I want you, Munira. I will have you.”
She didn’t like the sound of that at all. And his mention of unworthy imbeciles sent her thoughts hurtling back to poor, shredded Tariq el Sabueso. “Oh, my God. You sent the werehound to El Sótano? You should have known he wouldn’t make it back.”
Temesis shrugged. “You will, however.”
“What?” Now she was pissed. “You think you can come in here and coerce me into offering myself up to Soledad for her amusement? Forget it. Whatever it is you need from El Sótano, you’re going to have to go down and get it yourself.”
Temesis’s shrewd eyes darkened like a coming storm, a reminder of the wizard’s legendary temper and his deadly power. “You know that’s not possible. Soledad and I have an understanding; we have our boundaries. I keep to my realm up here, and she to hers Below.”
“Yet you expect me to waltz down there instead? How stupid do you think I am?”
“It’s not stupidity I’m counting on with you, Munira.”
“Then what makes you think I’d ever willingly agree to something like this?”
“Loyalty,” he said simply. “The bond of family. Namely, yours.”
Something cold grabbed hold of her stomach. “My family?”
Within the ball of energy hovering in the corner, Temesis’s image morphed into the face of someone else. Someone she hadn’t seen for many long years.
Her father.
Azhar was in Temesis’s penthouse, submerged in a large cylinder filled with water—the only element that could douse his ifrit djinn magic. He was powerless, a prisoner to Temesis’s whim. Her blood ran cold.
“You see, Munira,” said the wizard’s detached voice from somewhere all around her, “you have a very good reason to help me get what I want. You have twenty-four hours to go Below and bring me the Light of Ta’lab from where it resides at Soledad’s palace.”
She stared at her father’s face through the magic and the liquid prison that held him. Temesis was
asking the impossible. Venturing Below was treacherous on its own, but to demand she steal from Soledad’s well-guarded domain? “I can’t … no one would be able to steal the Light and make out of El Sótano alive.”
Temesis’s voice held the hint of a malicious smile. “I know you can do it. The life of your father depends on it.”
Chapter 2
by Harry Connolly
The ball of energy—and the image inside it—shrank, vanishing like water down a drain. When Munira was sure it was truly gone, her ramrod-straight posture turned wobbly. She grabbed the edge of her desk to hold herself steady.
She stared, not really seeing the bills and old messages scattered on her desktop. Her rage was building, and the wooden desk became very cold to her touch.
No, she thought. Keep your cool. You don’t have the time or the energy to waste. She stepped away from the desk and took note of the scorch marks her hands had left. Again. Perfect. Arielle would be so pleased.
The worst part of all this was the expression on her father’s face. Her kind, mischievous, feckless father, who had a smile for everyone—including the ones he robbed—had despaired. His shame she was used to; he’d been ashamed of his own weakness many times. But she’d never thought of him as someone who’d give up.
Munira pushed that thought out of her mind. She only had twenty-four hours. She didn’t have time to waste.
What she did have was options. She could drop a letter of resignation on Arielle’s desk. Lolita would hire her at the maqhan. Maybe. It would mean abandoning the only thing she was truly good at, but no one would ever blackmail her into a job again. All she’d have to do is punch a clock, pay taxes, wipe up after humans, and generally wade deeper into the muck of the mundane world. Ugh.
