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585 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 14, 2016
Felicity kept her gun and her eyes firmly pointed at the man. Unfortunately, that meant that she got a good look at his backside. It was hairless, but then, so was the rest of him. Or at least, the parts that she could see. There was no hair on his scalp, but was a set of curious bony ridges ringing his head. His skin was paper white and shone like glazed porcelain.
As she peered closer, she saw that he was actually covered in tiny, perfect, polished scales. He was tall and slim.
The man finished and took his foot off the pedal off the rubbish bin, sending the lid down with a clang. To Felicity's consternation, he then turned around. He didn't look over his shoulder, and he didn't cover himself up. Despite herself, she looked at his penis.
Okay, that's. . . unorthodox.
Instead of any form of genitalia with which Felicity was acquainted, the white man's groin sported a smooth skin of those tiny white scales that shivered and locked together seamlessly before her eyes.
"And the red button fills the room with fire. Don't worry, though. The really heavy fire will be centered on the table, so if you have to hit the button, be sure to step back as far as possible."So where we last left off the Checquy (Britain's Supernatural Secret Service) they had just fought off an attack by the Wetenschappelijk Broederschap van Natuurkundigen (the “Scientific Brotherhood of Physicists� or, as the Checquy refer to them, the Grafters), an ancient enemy the Checquy had thought destroyed centuries ago. But instead of escalating into an all out war pitting the supernatural against science (albeit SUPER advanced biological science) the Grafters are interested in a merger instead. So where we had a mystery of who stole Myfanwy's memories from The Rook, we have a more diplomatic cloak-and-dagger story-line in this one. Which leads to some of the aforementioned new characters, both from the Grafters and the Checquy.
"But the whole room is filled with fire?"
"Only a light fire."
Just calm down. These people may be monsters, but they're professionals, and they're upper class and British, so they'll be polite.It was fascinating to see how the prejudices of both sides played out over the course of the book and negotiations. A good lesson for us all in this non-supernatural world we live in.
They regarded the dress in respectful silence. It was the kind of respectful silence heard at ceremonies held to commemorate disasters.I loved both of them and the entire Grafter entourage:
"I'm no expert in dresses," said Felicity finally, "but that... that's not a good dress, is it?"
"I know what I want to say," said Odette, "but I am mindful of my role as a diplomatic envoy here to make peace between our people."
...
"If Judas Iscariot were alive, and a woman, and attending formal functions, wearing this dress would still represent a disproportionate punishment for his sins."
"Her sins."
"Right. Anyway, I have a spare dress you can wear."
"So, you clone things?"The entire Grafter outlook on life and how it contrasted with the Checquy was fascinating to read about and I think will serve future books (which I really hope get written) very well. For instance the Checquy, for all they do to control their employees, does allow them the autonomy to pursue the path through the organization they most want to. For instance Felicity's power (being able to read an object's past) would make her very useful for research purposes but she aspires to be among the organization's elite soldiers. She is allowed to pursue this dream (already making good progress when the book opens) though they do occasionally call her in to do some important object readings. Odette, on the other hand, was pretty much directed down the path of being a medical doctor with little input from her. She loves what she does and has learned, but reflects, after seeing the opportunities Felicity has, that she would have liked a little input on the matter. Like I said a really interesting contrast of organizational cultures.
"We can. We don't, though, not usually. Of course, we grow bits of people, but we don't make whole people."
"Why not?"
"We prefer sex. Plus, anyone who wants to clone himself is usually an asshole. You don't want any more of those running around than absolutely necessary."
“It’s my urine?� Felicity said incredulously.
“Don’t think of it as urine,� Pawn Odgers advised her. “Try to think of it as an olfactory disguise.�
Felicity tried and was not measurably comforted. “But where did you get my urine?� she asked.
“The Checquy has samples of everyone’s everything,� said Odgers cheerfully. “Remember, during your time at the Estate, they kept taking specimens of your every fluid and solid?�
“That was for scientific research!� exclaimed Felicity. “And it was years ago!�
“Would someone else’s fresh urine be better?�
If you gave birth to a child whose breath baked bread, it too belonged to the monarch.
Of course, the monarchy didn’t want these people (and creatures) hanging around the palace, being all unnatural and touching the furniture. Thus, the throne delegated this authority of guardianship to the Checquy, so, by royal writ, the Court of the Checquy held the right and the obligation to take into its custody any person on the British Isles who was possessed of supernatural abilities.
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Naturally, he broke all the Estate records for the throwing sports (except for the javelin, because one girl in his class managed to fold space so that her javelin landed in China).
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She had nine confirmed kills of people and two confirmed kills of creatures who, although they wore trousers, were not counted as people by the Checquy.
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There is no way this conversation is not going to get horrible, thought Odette. No situation is improved by the presence of a gigantic anus.
At that moment, the gigantic anus in question trembled and, before anyone could react, unclenched.
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“They sounded English,� remarked Bishop Alrich. “Tasted English too.� (Bishop Alrich is a vampire.)
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“Louis can draw wasps to him.�
“Very cool,� said Odette. “Wait, so you can both do things with wasps? Are you two related?�
“Oh, no,� said Louis. “Sorry, she does the thing with insects. I can attract white Anglo-Saxon Protestants.�
"So, you clone things?�
“We can,� said Marcel. “We don’t, though, not usually. Of course, we grow bits of people, but we don’t make whole people.�
“Why not?� asked Eckhart.
“We prefer to have sex,� said Ernst, causing Pawn Clements to choke on her orange juice. “Plus, anyone who wants to clone himself is usually an asshole. You don’t want any more of those running around than absolutely necessary.�
“So, darling,� he said to Odette, “are you my fanny?�
“I beg your pardon?� she said, completely at a loss.
“Not ‘my fanny,� you tosser,� said one of the black guys. �Myfanwy.�
“Oh, whatever,� said the first guy. “Like that’s even a name.�