Böcker av Br Kingsolver

Alice Henderson was a legend at Wicklow College long before she took a header three and a half stories from her apartment window to the sidewalk below. Savanna Robinson has only been teaching at Wicklow College of the Arcane Arts for two months, and the body count is already alarming. Her friend, Kelly Grace, is ghost writing Alice's memoir-filled with illicit affairs and covert espionage while working for the CIA. And upon her death, the CIA appears, demanding all of Alice's papers and the half-written book. Then the International Council of Magical Practitioners gets involved. But Alice's isn't the last murder to cast its shadow on Wicklow.

I was blissfully ignorant of a book, usually translated into Human languages as The Gospels of Satan, until it was stolen from the Great Library. My twin sister, a Senior Scholar, showed up at my door and asked me to help her retrieve the cursed book. It's magical, priceless, and in the wrong hands might be dangerous. It could be anywhere in thousands of Worlds, but the logical place for the thieves to sell it is the Great Marketplace at the Crossroads of the Worlds. Not out in the open, but in the shadows known as the Night Market, where the buyers and sellers don't mind disposing of a body or two.

One Magi Family has allied itself with the demons in a bid for world domination. It was ugly before, but now it's getting worse.My name is Danica James. I'm a cop with the Arcane Division. My job is to protect humanity from monsters - whether they be human or creatures from the Rift. It beats sitting in a factory cubical all day, which is where magiteks usually work.Most of humanity hates the magic users who rule the world, but the Magi stand between humans and the creatures who came across the Rift.For a hundred years, the Magi have kept the demons, vampires, and other monsters in check.

Sometimes family is there to love you, and sometimes family is there to kill you... When a man came into my shop in the Great Marketplace at the Crossroads of the Worlds and tried to kill me, it completely ruined my day. Not only did I have to clean up the blood, but disposing of his body made me late to meet my friends for drinks. A nagging little detail kept bugging me, though. As he died, he said he was hired by my mother's family-people I hadn't seen for more than a decade. Then I discovered that assassins had made attempts on my brother and sister as well. As much as I didn't want to, I decided I should find out who wanted us dead, and put a stop to it Talk about stepping out of the pan into the fire...

It had been thirteen years, but my heart skipped a beat. My brain was bursting with things I wanted to say-many of them contradictory-things I had thought I might say if I ever saw him again. So, I said nothing. He pulled a leather bag out of an inside pocket of his cloak, opened the drawstrings, and turned it upside down over a display tray on the counter. A flood of rubies-smooth but uncut-poured out. "I need you. There's probably a whole mountain full of them. But I can't find the vein myself. Come with me, and we'll split the take." What I had-what he wanted-was a talent for earth magic. I sifted them through my fingers. The quality was extraordinary, the feel of them electric as they touched my magic.