Format: Mass Market, 464 pages
Release Date: September 6, 2022
Publisher: Ace Books
Source: Publisher
Genre: Urban Fantasy
The stakes couldn’t be higher in the newest novel in the New York Times bestselling, pulse-pounding Jane Yellowrock series.
Jane Yellowrock is the queen of the vampires, and that makes her a target as she fights to maintain control and keep peace in the city of New Orleans. She has enemies at every turn, because vampires live forever, and they keep their grudges alive with them. That includes the Heir, the vampire sire of the Pellissier bloodline, which gave rise to Leo Pellissier himself—Jane’s old boss and the former master of the city.
With the Heir and all the forces of
darkness he can muster arrayed against her, Jane will need all the help
she can get. She’ll find it in her city, her friends, her found family,
and, of course, the Beast inside of her.
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FINAL HEIR Excerpt 6
Aggie swore and dumped a bucket of water on the fire. Smoke, sparks, and filth shot out like miniature fiery thunderheads blooming. On the far side of the firepit, the elder was standing, a wicked blade in her hand. “You bring an abomination to my door?” she spat.
“He’s not feral,” I said, pressing against my scalp to put out any sparks. My hair made crunching sounds from dried sweat salt. I crawled to my feet, hearing the salt crack and feeling it crust painfully in places best not mentioned. I was salty and sweat-streaked and now sooty. My braid swung forward, stiff as a stick, filthy.
“All werewolves are rabid beasts.” Aggie hissed the last word and I blinked at her. She didn’t look like herself. Dressed in her handmade, undyed ritual shift, her hair cut short to her shoulders, her feet bare, Aggie held a single-edged vamp-killer—fourteen inches of steel, silver- plated on the back of the blade, one that would poison vampires or were-creatures.
A weapon in the hands of a Cherokee elder, in the midst of a sweathouse ceremony. Aggie, furious. Her mouth twisted down in fear.
I stared at her, trying to decide if what I saw, the terror I saw on her face, was real or part of a drug-induced ceremonial hallucination.
Is real. Elder smells of fear, Beast thought at me. Aggie is afraid of werewolf. And is afraid of the I/we of Beast. Aggie has feared since she first saw us in half-form.
Yeah. And werewolves are evil in post-white-man tribal tradition, I thought back. Evil.
A shiver of shock raced through me. I tried to lick my lips, but they were cracked and I tasted blood. “Not all werewolves are rabid. And this one travels with a grindy low who’ll kill him if he so much as opens his mouth to lick someone.” I stepped slowly to the door, my eyes on Aggie and her weapon, one that could kill me as easily as the vampires for which the blade had been designed and named. The reasons an elder might be armed in a place where no such weapons were allowed flitted through my mind. Her fear, her need to protect herself from me was the best possibility.
She no longer trusted me to keep her safe.
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