Shaman Rises (The Walker Papers, 10) - Softcover

Murphy, C.E.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0778316912 ISBN 13: 9780778316916

Verlag: MIRA, 2014

Inhaltsangabe

Joanne Walker has two choices: 

Defeat the enemy…or lose her soul trying 

For over a year, Joanne has been fighting the Master—the world's most abiding evil entity. She's sacrificed family, friendships, even watched potential futures fade away…and now the Master is bringing the final battle to Joanne's beloved Seattle. 

Lives will be lost as the repercussions of all Joanne's final transformation into her full Shamanic abilities come to her doorstep. Before the end, she'll mourn, rejoice—and surrender everything for the hope of the world's survival. She'll be a warrior and a healer. Because she is finally a Shaman Rising. 

"The twists and turns will have readers shaking their heads while devouring the next page."  —USA TODAY on Raven Calls

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C.E. Murphy is the author of more than twenty books—along with a number of novellas and comics. Born in Alaska, currently living in Ireland, she does miss central heating, insulation and—sometimes--snow but through the wonders of the internet, her imagination and her close knit family, she’s never bored or lonely. While she does travel through time (sadly only forward, one second at a time) she can also be found online at www.cemurphy.net or @ce_murphy on Twitter

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Friday, March 31, 11:29 p.m.

Annie Marie Muldoon was supposed to be dead.

She had been dead the whole fifteen months I'd known her husband, and she'd been dead the three years previous to that, too. That had been pretty much literally the first thing I'd learned about Gary Muldoon: his wife had died of emphysema on their forty-eighth wedding anniversary, so no, he didn't have a cigarette for me to bum. He'd told me a lot about her in the past year and some: how she'd been a nurse, how she had been the breadwinner in their home for much of their marriage, how they'd traveled the world and how she had been a bright and gentle spirit. Everything he'd said had made me wish I could have met her.

Nothing he'd said had prepared me for the possibility I might. Not even the shamanic magic I'd finally mastered led me to believe it was possible. I did not, as a rule, see ghosts or talk to dead people.

I was, however, perfectly capable of seeing and talking to people lying in hospital beds, which is where Annie Mul-doon was, and where, according to her records, she had been for the past four days. The doctors were embarrassed about that, because according to their other records, she was dead, and somebody had clearly made a horrible mistake. Doctors weren't renowned for their apologies, but every time I'd spoken to one in the past couple hours, he or she had apologized to me, and I wasn't even technically a family member.

Gary, though, had made it pretty damned clear to them that they not only could, but should, be talking to me. He'd accepted every strange leap and twist of my life with equanimity, but this one had taken him in the teeth. He sat hunched and haggard at Annie's bedside, looking every one of his seventy-four years for the first time since I'd known him. He'd gotten up to hug me when I'd arrived. Other than that, he'd been sitting with Annie, holding her hand and watching her breathe.

She was a tiny woman, made smaller by sickness. The apologetic doctors had already told me six or eight times that she had emphysema, just like the older records showed, and…and then they faltered into silence. None of them had an explanation for her recorded death. None of them had any idea where she'd been in the intervening four and a half years. None of them were in fact entirely clear on how she'd shown up not just at the hospital, but in a bed, in a private room, and they sure as hell didn't understand how a dead woman's insurance policy was still active. That, of all things, was going to be the most trouble later. I didn't want Gary getting in trouble for insurance fraud.

The rest of it, I could explain.

Friday, March 31, 8:30 a.m.

"Jo," Gary had said on the phone, "I'm in Seattle. It's my wife, Joanie. It's Annie. She's alive." And my appetite vanished.

It should have vanished, of course, because I'd just eaten about eleven metric tons of food at Lenny's, the diner in Cherokee Town, North Carolina, that I'd loved as a teen and still thought highly of as an adult. But this was the bad kind of vanishing appetite. It wasn't sated. It was sick, my stomach suddenly in a hurry to reject every bite I'd just indulged in. I said, "But you were in Ireland," through a rushing sound in my ears, and only half heard Gary saying something about the hospital having called him two days ago and now he was home and Annie was alive.

I got up from the table, leaving my breakfast date, Captain Michael Morrison of the Seattle Police Department, to either pay the bill or skip out on the check. It wasn't that I didn't plan to pay. I just wasn't thinking that clearly as I went out into the cool Appalachian morning. "Gary. Gary, start again. Say that again. Annie—Annie…"

I didn't want to disbelieve him. I didn't want to say the words out loud: Annie died five years ago, Gary. My life was too damned weird to brush him off entirely, but coming back from the dead five years later was way beyond my ordinary level of weird.

Gary's voice shook. "Jo, I ain't told you the half of what happened with me when I went riding with Cernunnos."

"…tell me." I got myself across the diner's parking lot and sat on the hood of the Chevy Impala I'd rented to drive around Cherokee in. I pulled my knees up, wrapped an arm around them and put my head against them, like I could protect myself from all hell breaking loose if I curled into a small enough ball. "Okay, Gary, tell me what's going on."

"I went ridin' off with Horns to fight in Brigid's war, and—" My old buddy caught his breath and I could all but hear him editing the story down to the bare bones. "An' I caught the Master's attention, Jo. The rest of it don't matter right now, but he saw me. He looked right inta me, Joanie, an' he promised he was gonna take away everything I loved. He promised he was gonna take Annie away, Jo."

I closed my eyes hard. Gary and I had gone to Ireland together so I could hunt down the source of visions I'd been having, but a funny thing had happened on the way to the forum. My magic had thrown us into Ireland's distant past, where I'd had to prove myself as a shaman by summoning a god. I'd called on Cernunnos, god of the Wild Hunt, who was itching for a fight with our common enemy, a death magic we called the Master. I'd had other things to deal with just then, and Gary had volunteered to join Cernunnos in that battle. I hadn't seen him again until he rode up and stuffed a sword through the banshee queen who was trying to kill me.

I'd thought that was it. He hadn't suggested there was anything else to the story. Of course, in the twelve or fifteen hours immediately after our Irish adventures had ended, I'd been alternating between sleeping, eating and trying to help my cousin Caitriona get her feet under herself as the new Irish Mage. Then a friend had called me from North Carolina and told me my father was missing, and I'd been on the next plane to America. There had not, frankly, been much time for catching up.

Apparently I'd missed a lot. I caught pieces of the story now, stitching Gary's fear and confusion into something coherent only because he repeated bits often enough that I was able to build a time line. He had asked, no, demanded that Cernunnos take him into his own past so he could protect Annie from the Master's meddling. But we'd all learned the hard way that time travel didn't work that smoothly. The time line wanted to stay the way it was, without interference. One change in an era meant nothing else could be changed. Cernunnos had warned Gary not to make a move until the last possible minute. So he hadn't, and somewhere along the way he'd forgotten things, forgotten about killing the demon in Korea, forgotten about—

"Wait, wait, what? You killed a demon in Korea, Gary? What the hell, that was fifty years ago and you, dude, Gary, you didn't know anything about magic when I met you."

"That's what I'm tellin' you, Jo, he took it away. This whole damned life I led, this life me an' Annie led. I'm remembering it all now, like somebody's scrubbin' away the fog. He tried killin' her half a dozen times in half a dozen ways, Joanie, an' in the end he got a black magic inside her to eat up her lungs. You remember Hester Jones?"

I sat up straight, blood draining from my face. To my surprise, Morrison was a few feet away, leaning on a different car's hood, arms folded across his chest as he...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: MIRA
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2014
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0778316912
• ISBN 13: 9780778316916
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 336
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