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378 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published April 1, 2008


"We have a problem."
Pritkin snorted. "Only one? That would be a change."

Mircea in black looked like sin.
Some people thought he had only one mode—pissed off. In reality, he had plenty of them. Over the past few weeks, I’d learned to tell the difference between real pissed off, impatient pissed off and scared pissed off.

...he was murmuring low, musical Romanian against my shoulder, and I understood every word down to my bones.
It was all too easy to imagine loving Mircea. It was even easier to imagine the problems it could cause.
It was almost like there were two of me, one who heartily approved of the mage and one who would have dearly loved to see him dead.
There are, so tradition says, four main reasons for a ghost to appear to mortals: to reproach, to warn, to recall and to advise. I could add a few more: to annoy, to obstruct or, in Billy Joe’s case, to seriously piss off.
I glanced at Françoise. "I could use a diversion."
"’Ow beeg?" she asked casually.
"Beeg."
"D’accord."
"Then it should have been easy to locate," Radella groused. "The power output alone—"
"Come again?"
She gave me a disgusted look. "Portals don’t run on batteries! They’re rare not only because they’re regulated but because few people have a power source capable of handling one."
"What kind of power are we talking about?"
"A lot. A ley-line sink is usually required, although there are talismans capable of opening a short-term gateway. But they’re rare. I doubt that vampire had one."
"A ley-line what?"
"Where two lines cross and pool their energy," Radella said impatiently. I blinked at her. "Ley. Lines," she said, very slowly and distinctly. "You do know what those are, right?"
I had heard of them, but the memory was vague. Just something about a lot of ancient monuments being constructed on parallel lines. "Assume I know nothing," I told her.
She smirked. "I always do." Françoise said something in a language I didn’t know and Radella flushed bright red. She slapped her tiny hand down, making the whole cabinet shudder beneath her. "Quiet, slave! Remember to whom you’re speaking!"
"I always do," Françoise told her sweetly.
"Ladies!" I looked back and forth between the two of them, but nobody was going for weapons, which made it a pretty congenial conversation for those two.
"To put it really, really simply," Radella said icily, her eyes still on Françoise, "ley lines are borders between worlds: yours, mine, the demon realms, whatever. When those borders collide, you get stress, like when two of your tectonic plates rub together. And stress creates energy."
"Like magical fault lines."
"That’s what I said!" Radella snapped. "Only in this case, there’s no land to move, only magical energy getting hurled about. Therefore, instead of earthquakes or tsunamis, you get power, which can be used for various applications by those who know how."
"Like running portals."
"Under certain circumstances. If two particularly strong ley lines cross, they might generate that kind of energy, but it doesn’t happen often."
"Then all we have to do is look for this sink thing," I said excitedly. "If it’s putting off that kind of power, it should be easy to find!"
Radella sighed and muttered something I was just as glad I couldn’t understand. "There are ley lines all around Vegas," she finally said. "But none cross anywhere near here. The closest area where they do is the MAGIC enclave, which is why it was built where it is."

“A weeping angel shattered in a crack of gray dust, sending its wings flying off in two directions. It took a second for me to realize I wasn't dead, and then I dove for the side of a nearby obelisk.” - Cassandra PalmerMy favorite entry yet! Sure I say that about each new addition to this series, but the thing is when I reread the series this title always makes me extra giddy. Probably because this is the title that shows just how epic the time travel is. Things from the first book flawlessly tie in. My. Mind. Boom!