Released Date: 10/2014
Summary from Goodreads:
This is the
complete Steampunk Fantasy novel - all four parts of the serial in one volume!
Human life has value.
The poor living in the gutter is as valuable as the rich living in a manor.
The scoundrel is no less valuable than the saint.
Because of this, every life a reaper takes must be redeemed.
Raven has lived by this first tenet since she was trained by her father to become a reaper. But since his death, she’s been spending years redeeming the lives she’s taken. By her count, she’s even and it’s time for that life to end. If she settles down and becomes a wife, she might just feel human again. But on the way to the life she thinks she wants, the baron of New Haven asks her to complete a task which she cannot ignore… Just when Raven decides to give up on her life as an assassin, she’s pulled right back in.
Human life has value.
The poor living in the gutter is as valuable as the rich living in a manor.
The scoundrel is no less valuable than the saint.
Because of this, every life a reaper takes must be redeemed.
Raven has lived by this first tenet since she was trained by her father to become a reaper. But since his death, she’s been spending years redeeming the lives she’s taken. By her count, she’s even and it’s time for that life to end. If she settles down and becomes a wife, she might just feel human again. But on the way to the life she thinks she wants, the baron of New Haven asks her to complete a task which she cannot ignore… Just when Raven decides to give up on her life as an assassin, she’s pulled right back in.
Excerpt:
RAVEN STEELE COUNTED every footstep she
chanced through New Haven
A
throng crowded the street. People. Men. Women and children. It had become too
easy to think of them as cattle. But they were human. Her deepest desire was to
become one of them and live a normal human life. Gregory would make her feel
human; he always did. Her heart quickened at the thought of him, and her tread
became light.
Raven
winked at a fat-cheeked baby held by a pinch-faced woman with silver hair
pulled into a severe bun. The woman looked Raven up and down, tching her tongue
and shaking her head. Even in the city, a woman in breeches instead of a skirt
remained unacceptable. Or maybe the crossbow snapped to the magnets on the back
of her corset made the difference.
Would
the woman know her secret?
Raven
swallowed hard and assured herself of the ignorance of the populace. Few knew
what a reaper was, much less their prohibition from the city.
Only
the occasional cloud blighted the deceptively clear blue sky over New Haven
The
scraping metal and shouting continued down the street, scattering merchants who
gave the coach malicious looks and then checked their wares for damage. Beside
her, a bronze clockwork mechanical man pushed a merchant's cart, its jerky
movements unsuitable for zeppelin-living high society. It stopped just before
the haberdasher’s shop.
With
a wave of his arm and a grand flourish, the man next to the clockwork man
produced a small metal gadget in his palm. “Don’t be the last of your neighbors
to procure this one. You’ve never peeled potatoes as expeditiously or had as
much merriment in the doing. Your children will quibble over whose turn it is
to do what used to be scutwork.”
He
placed the gadget next to a pile of potatoes, and the clicking and whirring of
the blades set the crowd into exclamations of eager yearning. The people
applauded and mobbed the stand, blocking the entire walkway. No elbowing
through the throng this time. With a sigh, Raven hopped off the walk onto the
street, nearly stepping into a pile of manure left by a flesh horse. Her
metal-heeled boots clicked with each step on the smooth stones.
Seagulls
crowded a fishmonger’s cart on the other side of the street. The monger
accosted her as she neared the bridge, but quickly moved on to the next person
behind her when she shook her head. Boats docked behind him and bobbed up and
down in the river. Skipping up the steps of the footbridge, she pushed away a
black flyaway curl from her eyes and pulled the tendril behind her ear.
Halfway
across the bridge, she inhaled a lungful of the salty air and released a
contented sigh. Only a day’s journey still stood between her and Gregory’s
house, and for once, she wasn’t injured. She smiled to herself as she imagined
the look of surprise on his face. She planned to tell him she loved him this
time. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Would he be ready for marriage? Was
she?
The
fishmonger’s scream broke through the chattering crowd on the bridge. He jumped
into the river to avoid an out-of-control carriage pulled by a polished brass
automated horse. Steam poured from the nostrils of the metal horse and leaked
from its joints in an unnatural manner. Its black lacquer carriage careened on
two wheels through the turn onto the bridge before righting itself. Wires shot
out of the neck of the metal coachman where the head should have been. The
reins in its limp, useless hands were slack and whipping against the horse’s
metal flank.
Raven
jumped to the rail, moving out of the way of the crowd as they stampeded toward
her. She gripped the lamppost and her reaper training kicked in. No fear. Breathe deeply. Think ahead. Make
quick decisions.
The
black lacquer carriage squeezed between the bridge railings, and the oak boards
of the narrow footbridge splintered apart as though they were balsa wood. The
railing to the left gave free another meter and the automated horse jerked in
that direction.
In
a quick, natural motion, Raven unsnapped her crossbow and felt through the
quiver attached at her thigh for the right bolt. Pulling the wire from her
belt’s winch, she hooked it to the arrow, pointed it at the wooden post of the
gas lamp standing closest to the carriage, and pulled the trigger.
For
a moment, the heavy metal horse hung over the edge with the carriage wedged
between portions of broken railing. The horse’s brass legs still poured steam
as they struggled in the air, creating the eerie sound of scraping metal.
Gouges raked along the black side of the carriage as it inched its way toward
the river. A small hand pressed against the window. The door surged past the
railing and swung open. The body of a young boy tumbled out. He hung from the
door handle with his fingertips. A gasp and a few screams filled the air behind
her.
A
female voice shrieked, “It’s the young baron!”
Adrenaline
coursed through her veins, and Raven leapt toward the boy—toward the river. She
fell in a controlled arc, the wind pulling her long hair as taut as the line
from her belt. The carriage broke free from the bridge a moment before she
reached it. She thumbed her winch to release more line and grabbed the boy in a
full embrace. The cold water enveloped them.
The
sudden change in temperature forced the air from her lungs, but she held it in
as they darted below the surface. Her submerged body jerked to a stop as the
line reached an end. The boy’s forehead struck her in the temple. Saltwater
burned her eyes, and stars danced in her vision. Bubbles of air escaped her
lips.
The
boy went limp in her arms. She gripped him tightly in one arm and hit the
rewind lever on the winch. She grabbed the line, and it wrenched her toward the
light above. Streaks of her long, black hair stuck to her face as she emerged
from the river. She released her breath and gripped the line. The winch pulled
her toward the bridge, and the crowd above applauded. Gasping, Raven struggled
with the sudden, heavier weight of the boy, struggling to hold him until they
reached the top of the bridge. The line cut into her hand and her arm muscles
ached.
Her
tall black boots squished against the side of the bridge as they were pulled
steadily up. She pushed off a tarred pylon to make it over the lip before the
cable pulled them against the railing. The winch slowed when it neared the top.
She reached up with her free hand and grabbed the crossbow bolt. With a flick
of her thumb, she depressed the lever and the grappling hooks withdrew. After
pulling the hook free of her line, she replaced the bolt in her quiver. A slow
zipping sound continued as the winch on her belt drew in the cable. She allowed
hands from the crowd pull the boy from her grasp. She blinked the saltwater
from her eyes, her vision still blurred, her muscles quivering.
Four
armed guards and one skinny man in a bowtie surrounded the boy she’d hauled to
the surface, shooing away the people. Two other guards stepped forward to hold
back the crowd.
With
a sputter and a cough, the boy retched water from his lungs. The tension in
Raven’s chest relaxed. She smiled and attempted to step toward him, but a
vice-like grip took hold of her arm. Her fingertips twitched; she was ready to
grab the knife on her hip and fight her way out, if necessary. The hard faces
of two guards stared down at her. She could smack one in the jaw with the back
of her head, and when he loosened his grip, throw a punch at the other. The
taste of escape grew bitter on her tongue when she considered the surrounding
crowd. She made a count of the collateral damage and clenched her jaw. The last
thing she needed were more kills on her conscience, more lives to redeem
herself for. With a deep sigh, she remained still.
The
man in the bowtie held the wet boy to his chest. His cold blue eyes pierced
hers. He pointed and said, “Arrest her.”
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About the Author
In simple language, Pauline Creeden creates worlds that are both familiar and strange, often pulling the veil between dimensions. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long.
Pauline is a horse trainer from Virginia, but writing is her therapy.
Armored Hearts, her joint effort with author Melissa Turner Lee, has been a #1 Bestseller in Christian Fantasy and been awarded the Crowned Heart for Excellence by InDtale Magazine. Her debut novel, Sanctuary is scheduled for release September 30, 2013, and has already been nominated for two awards in YA Science Fiction.
One of Pauline's short stories has won the CCW Short Story contest. Other short stories have been published in Fear & Trembling Magazine, Obsidian River and Avenir Eclectia. An urban fantasy short will appear in The Book of Sylvari: An Anthology of Elves from Port Yonder Press, and a vampire short will appear in Monsters! from Diminished Media Group.
Pauline is a horse trainer from Virginia, but writing is her therapy.
Armored Hearts, her joint effort with author Melissa Turner Lee, has been a #1 Bestseller in Christian Fantasy and been awarded the Crowned Heart for Excellence by InDtale Magazine. Her debut novel, Sanctuary is scheduled for release September 30, 2013, and has already been nominated for two awards in YA Science Fiction.
One of Pauline's short stories has won the CCW Short Story contest. Other short stories have been published in Fear & Trembling Magazine, Obsidian River and Avenir Eclectia. An urban fantasy short will appear in The Book of Sylvari: An Anthology of Elves from Port Yonder Press, and a vampire short will appear in Monsters! from Diminished Media Group.
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