Rift in the Soul by Faith Hunter EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Faith Hunter
- Language: English
- Genre: Angel Paranormal Romance
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I stepped on the dirt by the driveway and sniffed the winter air. A cold snap
had come through at dusk, and the scent of the Tennessee River only yards
away rode high and warm on the night, rising in a swirling mist that
obscured much of the landscape. There wasn’t time for a deep read of the
land, but I needed a feel for it, so I bent and touched the soil with a
fingertip, sending my thoughts through the upper layers of dirt and lawn,
skimming the surface.
The earth around me was unsettled, as property walked by the undead
usually was, but there was no sense of danger. Nothing hurtled through the
earth and grabbed me, no wild energies, no fear, no vines or roots, so that
was good, but the soil felt different from the last time I had read it. The
sense of death was stronger and there was a mixture of something disturbed,
disquieted here, so I pushed a little deeper. I caught a hint of fire and
excitement, of an unresolved exhilaration, as if the earth rode the brink of
something wild. It felt the way it must feel to be at the top of a roller
coaster, ready to plunge down. Though I had never been on a roller coaster
and couldn’t imagine why I ever would want to.
The important thing was that nothing dangerous leaped at me. That was
a good start.
I opened my eyes and studied the property owned by Ming Zhane of
Glass, the Master of the City of Knoxville. There were several dark circles
near the rear of the otherwise pristine lawn, like burned spots, places that
might correlate with the sensation of fire. There were burn warnings all
over the eastern half of the state, but I could envision Ming demanding
autumn’s fallen leaves be burned. Her blood-servants would have complied.
While I was down low and out of sight of the house, I pulled the minipsy-meter from a pocket. It was about the size of a cigarette case, and while
not as sensitive as the larger model, it would do in a pinch. Before leaving
HQ, I had checked the device against the ambient magics of the witch and
the were-creatures of Unit Eighteen, and so a quick reading was possible.
Of the four psysitopes, the device settled firmly in the reading for
vampires, so whatever this visit was for, it was likely not a situation with
mixed paranormal-creature politics.
I stood, stepped back onto the drive, and glanced at the other cars. Their
lights were off, drivers barely visible in the thickening mist. When I gave a
thumbs-up, they climbed out of their vehicles, closed their doors, and
walked to me across the concrete.
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