Maria Schneider

Ghost Shadow (Moon Shadow Sidekick Series, #3) (eBook, ePUB)

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Produktbeschreibung

Shadow is stuck In Between, dead, but not gone. Martin insists she isn't dead and doesn't belong here, but so far as she can tell, the trip was a one-way ticket. She can't even remember her real name or how she ended up here. In Between is dangerous enough without wasting time peering through the weave at the living and dreaming of what might have been. Of course, if Adriel the witch and Lynx the cat insist on trying to help her, she can hardly refuse to meet them at the edge. But if magic can't find her living body, how can one stubborn cat do the impossible? And is there really enough magic in the world to bring her back over?

Lynx has beaten the odds before, and he's determined to do so again. The stakes have always been high, but crossing the veil may be more than anyone can survive.

The Moon Shadow Side-Kick novels can be read without reading the first three in the series, although with Ghost Shadow, the background for both Adriel and Lynx are fully developed in Under Witch Moon, Under Witch Aura and Under Witch Curse. Witch Way (novella) and Null Witch can be read as a stand alone side series, although main characters from the series are in all the novels.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Maria Schneider
• Erscheinungstermin: 25. Januar 2015
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781310888403
• Artikelnr.: 46911230

Autorenporträt

Maria writes cozy mysteries, romantic fantasy, paranormal mysteries, urban fantasy and has just completed a ghost story. Audio books for some of her novels can be found on google play or kobo books.

Introduction to Author Maria Schneider

It's gardening season again! I go out every morning to water and plant. Had just started the sprinkler, when I realized a bird had become tangled in the support strings hanging off the tomato cages used to prop up large tomato vines.

Upon closer inspection the fluttering, frantic "bird" was actually a baby dragon. "Not again," I muttered. Dragons were so temperamental. Birds couldn't singe me while I freed them either.

"Okay, you. Hold still." I shut the water off, leaving the poor baby dripping. His dark blue head feathers hadn't yet hardened into spines. Most of his iridescent scales were a mix of brown, light yellow and white. Later in life he'd probably turn more beige and sage to match the desert terrain.

I retrieved clippers from my garden cart, an old rag that used to be a kitchen towel and approached slowly. The dragon's eyes were huge, wide orbs staring piteously up at me.

"You're gonna hafta hold still," I ordered. "I'll cut you free." Scissors would be a better tool, but I hated to leave him there, dripping, sad, and at his young age, vulnerable.

"Do not flame me," I instructed, cutting at string behind him. This particular piece of twine wasn't holding him at all, but he needed to adjust to my intent. Snip, Snip. The string frayed instead of cutting clean, but I kept at it. The dragon's snout was wide open in distress.

"Gimme a couple of minutes and you'll be free." I ran the old towel down his back, squeegeeing his scales and accidentally smashing down a few feathers. He looked worse for it, but he barely dripped anymore. I finally freed one clawed foot. Predictably, he tried to fly, but his wing still had a cotton string running under and around. I latched onto it and half pulled, half cut the threads. He shredded the rest of the string and left a pretty good sized trench in the back of my hand from a toothy, smokey strike.

"Dammit!" I snatched my hand back. "Ease up, little one!" More cutting and suddenly he squawked, much like a bird, and bounced off the wire gate. He was still pathetically wet and in such a hurry, he splatted rather ungracefully onto the ground face-first.

A large shadow covered the sun, put...