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Magic Strikes: A Kate Daniels Novel: 3 (English Edition)
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Magic Strikes: A Kate Daniels Novel: 3 (English Edition) [Format Kindle]

Ilona Andrews
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I tapped the ladder with my hand. "See? It's very sturdy, Mrs. McSweeney. You can come down now."

Mrs. McSweeney looked at me from the top of the tele­phone pole, having obvious doubts about the ladder's and my reliability. Thin, bird–boned, she had to be past seventy. The wind stirred the nimbus of ne white hair around her head and blew open her nightgown, presenting me with sights better left unseen.

"Mrs. McSweeney, I wish you would come down."

She arched her back and sucked in a deep breath. Not again. I sat on the ground and clamped my hands over my ears.

The wail cut through the stillness of the night, sharp like a knife. It hammered the windows of the apartment build­ings, wringing a high–pitched hum from the glass. Down the street, dogs yowled as one, matching the cry with un­natural harmony. The lament built, swelling like an avalanche, until I could hear nothing but its complex, layered chorus: the lonely howl of a wolf, the forlorn shriek of a bird, the heart–wrenching cry of a child. She wailed and wailed, as if her heart were being torn out of her chest, lling me with despair.

The magic wave ended. One moment it saturated the world, giving potency to Mrs. McSweeney's cry, and the next it vanished without warning, gone like a line drawn in the sand just before the surf licked it. The technology reasserted itself. The blue feylantern hanging from the top of the pole went dark, as the magic–charged air lost its potency. Electric lights came on in the apartment building.

It was called post–Shift resonance: magic drowned the world in a wave, snufng out anything complex and technological, smothering car engines, jamming automatic weapons, and eroding tall buildings. Mages red ice bolts, skyscrapers fell, and wards ared into life, keeping undesirables from my house. And then, just like that, the magic would vanish, leaving monsters in its wake. Nobody could predict when it would reappear and nobody could prevent it. All we could do was cope with an insane tarantella of magic and technology. That was why I carried a sword. It always worked.

The last echoes of the cry bounced from the brick walls and died.

Mrs. McSweeney stared at me with sad eyes. I picked myself off the ground and waved at her. "I'll be right back."

I trotted into the dark entrance to the apartment, where ve members of the McSweeney family crouched in the gloom. "Tell me again why you can't come out and help me?"

Robert McSweeney, a middle–aged, dark–eyed man with thinning brown hair, shook his head. "Mom thinks we don't know she's a banshee. Look, Ms. Daniels, can you get her down or not? You're the knight of the Order, for Christ's sake."

First, I wasn't a knight; I just worked for the Order of Knights of Merciful Aid. Second, negotiation wasn't my forte. I killed things. Quickly and with much bloodshed.

Getting elderly banshees in denial off telephone poles wasn't something I did often.

"Can you think of anything that might help me?"

Robert's wife, Melinda, sighed. "I don't . . . I mean, she always kept it so under wraps. We've heard her wail before but she was so discreet about it. This isn't normal for her."

An elderly black woman in a mumu descended the staircase. "Has that girl gotten Margie down yet?"

"I'm working on it," I told her.

"You tell her, she better not miss our bingo tomorrow night."


I headed to the pole. Part of me sympathized with Mrs. McSweeney. The three law enforcement agencies that reg­ulated life in the United States post–Shift—the Military Supernatural Defense Unit, or MSDU; the Paranormal Activity Division, or PAD; and my illustrious employer, the Order of Knights of Merciful Aid—all certied banshees as harmless. Nobody had yet been able to link their wails to any deaths or natural disasters. But folklore blamed banshees for all sorts of nefarious things. They were rumored to drive people mad with their screams and kill children with a mere look. Plenty of people would be nervous about living next to a banshee, and I could understand why Mrs. McSweeney went to great lengths to hide who she was. She didn't want her friends to shun her or her family.

Unfortunately, no matter how well you hide, sooner or later your big secret will bite you in the behind, and you might nd yourself standing on a telephone pole, not sure why or how you got there, while the neighborhood pretends not to hear your piercing screeches.

Yeah. I was one to talk. When it came to hiding one's identity, I was an expert. I burned my bloody bandages, so nobody could identify me by the magic in my blood. I hid my power. I tried very hard not to make friends and mostly succeeded. Because when my secret came to life, I wouldn't end up on top of a telephone pole. I would be dead and all my friends would be dead with me.

I approached the pole and looked at Mrs. McSweeney. "Alright. I'm going to count to three and then you have to come down."

She shook her head.

"Mrs. McSweeney! You're making a spectacle out of yourself. Your family is worried about you and you have bingo tomorrow night. You don't want to miss it, do you?"

She bit her lip.

"We will do it together." I climbed three steps up the ladder. "On three. One, two, three, step!"

I took a step down and watched her do the same. Thank you, whoever you are upstairs.

"One more. One, two, three, step."

We took another step, and then she took one by herself. I jumped to the ground. "That's it."

Mrs. McSweeney paused. Oh no.

She looked at me with her sad eyes and asked, "You won't tell anyone, will you?"

I glanced at the windows of the apartment building. She had wailed loudly enough to wake the dead and make them call the cops. But in this day and age, people banded together. One couldn't rely on tech or on magic, only on family and neighbors. They were willing to keep her secret, no matter how absurd it seemed, and so was I.

"I won't tell anyone," I promised.

Two minutes later, she was heading to her apartment, and I was wrestling with the ladder, trying to make it t back into the space under the stairs, where the super had gotten it from for me.

My day had started at ve with a frantic man running through the hallway of the Atlanta chapter of the Order and screaming that a dragon with a cat head had gotten into New Hope School and was about to devour the children. The dragon turned out to be a small tatzelwyrm, which I unfortunately was unable to subdue without cutting its head off. That was the rst time I had gotten sprayed with blood today.

Then I had to help Mauro get a two–headed freshwater serpent out of an articial pond at the ruins of One Atlantic Center in Buckhead. The day went downhill from there. It was past midnight now. I was dirty, tired, hungry, smeared with four different types of blood, and I wanted to go home. Also my boots stank because the serpent had vomited a half–eaten cat corpse on my feet.

I nally managed to stuff the ladder in its place and left the apartment building for the parking lot, where my female mule, Marigold, was tied to a metal rack set up there for precisely that purpose. I had gotten within ten feet of her when I saw a half–nished swastika drawn on her rump in green paint. The paint stick lay broken on the ground. There was also some blood and what looked like a tooth. I looked closer. Yep, denitely a tooth.

"Had an adventure, did we?"

Marigold didn't say anything, but I knew from experience that approaching her from behind was Not a Good Idea. She kicked like a mule, probably because she was one.

If not for the Order's brand on her other butt cheek, Marigold might have been stolen tonight. Fortunately, the knights of the Order had a nasty habit of magically tracking thieves and coming down on them like a ton of bricks.

I untied her, mounted, and we braved the night.

Typically technology and magic switched at least once every couple of days, usually more often than that. But two months ago we had been hit with a are, a wave so potent, it drowned the city like a magic tsunami, making impossible things a reality. For three days demons and gods had walked the streets and human monsters had great difculty controlling themselves. I had spent the are on the battleeld, helping a handful of shapeshifters butcher a demonic horde.

It had been an epic occurrence all around. I still had vivid dreams about it, not exactly nightmares, but intoxicating, surreal visions of blood and gleaming blades and death.

The are had burned out, leaving technology rmly in control of the world. For two months, cars started without fail, electricity held the darkness at bay, and air–conditioning made August blissful. We even had TV. On Monday night they had shown a movie, Terminator 2, hammering home the point: it could always be worse.

Then, on Wednesday right around noon, the magic hit and Atlanta went to hell.

I wasn't sure if people had deluded themselves into thinking the magic wouldn't come back or if they had been caught unprepared, but we'd never had so many calls for help since I had started with the Order. Unlike the Mercenary Guild, for which I also worked, the knights of the Order of Knights of Merciful Aid helped anyone and everyone regardless of their ability to pay. They charged only what you could afford and ...

Revue de presse

“Fans of Carrie Vaughn and Patricia Briggs will appreciate this fast-paced, action-packed urban fantasy full of magic, vampires, [and] werebeasties.”—Monsters and Critics

“Splendid…an edgy, dark fantasy.”—Patricia Briggs

“Kate is a great kick-ass heroine, a tough girl with a heart, and her adventures…are definitely worth checking out.”—Locus

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  • Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 316 pages
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  • Editeur : Gollancz (11 novembre 2010)
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Née en Russie, Ilona Andrews a appris l'anglais à l'adolescence grâce à une bourse qui lui a permis d'étudier aux États-Unis. Elle s'est mariée pendant ses études. Ses romans sont écrits en collaboration avec Gordon, son mari.

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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Le meilleur de la série 23 avril 2009
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Après la vague monstrueuse de magie qui a secoué la ville deux mois avant, une vague techno s'en est suivie. Petit à petit, la magie revient par touches légères mais pour l'instant Kate est attachée à la revue des chiens écrasés et n'arrête pas d'aider des supernaturels. Sa dernière tâche, faire descendre une banshee de l'arbre dans lequel elle s'est perchée.
Mais c'est l'assassinat d'un garou qui la replonge dans le mileu des garous et elle doit se faire à l'idée qu'elle va devoir revoir Curran après deux mois de silence. C'est une hyène qui lui raconte les différences entre les différentes espèces et la façon dont chaque espèce courtise le sexe opposé. Chez les hyènes, ils se jouent des tours, chez les lions, ils tentent d'entrer chez leur proie sans qu'elle le sache. On peut se demander où est passée la part de tarte que Kate voulait déguster après 48 heures sur le terrain.

Pour aider Jim, son ancien partenaire et le chef de la sécurité des garous, elle va se cacher avec lui et son équipe défiant Curran. Derek a été laissé pour mort par quelque chose et ils tentent de découvrir ce qui attaque les garous sans que ceux-ci puissent se transformer pour se protéger ou guérir.

C'est le plus abouti des trois romans qu'Ilona Andrews a écrit dans l'univers de Kate Daniels. Les personnages sont développés encore plus et c'est toujours aussi drôle. Le défi que se jette Kate et Curran est très intéressant et surtout on attend avec impatience de savoir comment Kate va faire pour s'en sortir.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 La série exhale toute sa saveur 8 août 2014
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Nous retrouvons notre mercenaire Kate bien plus humaine, sans doute adoucie par la responsabilité qu'elle pense avoir concernant la petite Julie, mais aussi le jeune loup Derek qui est retrouvé presque mort et dont le virus V-Lyc a du mal à agir sur ses blessures. Elle doit aussi se confronter à l'étrange cour que lui fait le terrifiant Curran, et doit accepte de venir en aide au désopilant Saiman, qui lui demande d'évaluer d'étranges créatures combattant dans une arène!

Ce troisième opus nous transporte tant il est semé d'embuches, d'actions, et de doux sentiments! Tous les protagonistes se rapprochent, liés par une complicité issue des épreuves endurées, Kate se retrouve les fesses entre deux chaises, voulant protéger Jim qui agit dans le dos de Curran et ménageant comme elle le peut l'autorité et l'amour propre du seigneur des Bêtes! Et c'est à la mythologie Hindoue que nous avons affaire ici, ce qui n'est pas pour nous déplaire.
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Ce tome 3 de la série des Kate Daniels m'a bien amusée: c'est un tome "relaxant" dans la mesure où l'intrigue est facile à suivre même si c'est un tome peut-être moins dramatique que d'autres. Disons en tous cas qu'il y a un côté très ludique, entrecoupé de pas mal de scènes entre Curran et Kate pour la sensualité, ce qui donne un cocktail rafraîchissant.

Kate s'immerge un peu plus dans le monde des changerformes et son passé est un peu plus dévoilé. Les amitiés se confortent et sont aussi mises à l'épreuve.

Tout débute avec un appel téléphonique de son employeur lui demandant d'aller vérifier une scène de crime. Mais lorsqu'elle arrive sur plcae, son aide est refusée par celui qui est pourtant un ami de longue date. Elle est en outre contrainte d'aller à la rescousse de Derek, son "protégé" dans un certain sens, et se trouve face à un mur lorsqu'elle demande des comptes...que complote donc l'équipe Sécurité du Pack? Dans quel guêpier se sont-ils fourrés?
Une partie de l'action se situe dans une Arène, cadre original car "fermé" et avec des spectateurs hurlant leur soif de sang...

Fans d'action sanglante, d'humour et d'histoires d'amour? plongez-vous dans ce tome 3 qui est mon préféré de la série (5 tomes à ce jour).

A noter que certains côtés illogiques du scénario sont très bien résumés dans le livre par le Leader du Pack et j'ai trouvé ça très bien amené...Un peu comme si l'auteur pointait du doigt ses faiblesses tout en les assumant.
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