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Night Owls [Format Kindle]

Lauren M. Roy

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Father Value had taught Elly everything she knew about living to see another day. His number one lesson, drilled into her over and over since childhood, was: Never get cornered by a Creep. Which was precisely what she was trying not to do as she pelted down the kind of alleyway that tended to host muggings or murders. She figured if someone popped out of the shadows demanding her wallet, she’d toss it to him and keep running. Maybe the Creep would let her go and gnaw on the thief counting her money instead.

Not likely. Her knapsack slammed into the small of her back with every jolting step. The item within pretty well guaranteed an extended chase.

Father Value had taught her other things, just as important: Always carry something silver and pointy. And, If one happens to be nearby, virgins make excellent fodder. Creeps found the flesh of the chaste particularly tasty. It might not be the nicest tactic, but when it was a choice between your own hide or someone else’s, well, she’d been raised as a survivor, not a savior.

Elly had lost her own virginity when she was sixteen. She was never quite sure which desire had been stronger—wanting to get in Billy Chambers’ pants, or wanting to make herself less delectable to the Creeps. It came in handy a few weeks later, though, when Billy became one of them himself right before her eyes. The fact that she’d been deflowered kept him from leaping upon her immediately, and it bought her those few heartbeats she’d needed to reach for her Silver and Pointy and drive it into his chest.

They said you never forgot your first. Every time she thought of Billy, it was his blood on her hands that she remembered, not his come on her thighs. Not so warm and fuzzy, as memories went.

For the most part, she stuck to Father Value’s teachings. After all, they’d kept her alive so far, even if some were steeped more in superstition than survival. Would the universe really notice if, just once, she didn’t leave three strands of hair on the windowsill during a full moon? Would the Creeps win by default if she just wiped up the salt she spilled and didn’t fling some over her shoulder?

Those were things she probably should’ve asked Father Value to clarify, but she’d never gotten around to it, and now he was dead. The police had declared it an accident, but Elly knew exactly what had killed him. The old man had broken one of his own cardinal rules when it came to the Creeps: If you have something they want, sometimes it’s best to hand it over.

That way, you had a chance to live another day.

So what could be so important about this damned book that Father Value had died trying to keep it out of the Creeps’ hands?

And how stupid was she, that she’d gone and stolen it back to find out?

Her feet slapped along the pavement, the other end of the alley getting closer with every ragged breath. She felt like she’d been running for hours; her lungs burned, her muscles screamed in protest. But Creeps didn’t get tired like humans did, and if she slowed down now, the one behind her wouldn’t even have to break his stride to scoop her up.

She burst out of the alley, casting about frantically for somewhere to go. During the summer, this strip of the beach road would be filled with tourists until all hours. But Labor Day had come and gone and the clam shacks and clubs closed up early. She didn’t even bother looking both ways as she streaked across the street.

Two choices: the bus stop or the pier, both of them deserted. The bus stop was well lit, but that wouldn’t deter the Creep. The water, though . . .

Elly’s footsteps thumped hollowly along the wooden planks. For a moment, she fostered the impossible hope that the Creep wouldn’t venture out with her at all, that he’d stand at the place where sand met dock and be unable to follow—did the ocean count as running water? Then she’d just have to wait until morning, until the sunrise drove him back to his hidey-hole.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

So much for hope.

Thirty feet on, Elly ran out of pier. She spun around, shrugging the backpack off so it slipped from her shoulders. She held it in one hand, dangling it over the water as the Creep closed the distance.

“That’s close enough.” Too close, in fact. She could smell him—wood shavings and rancid meat, making her want to gag. He wore the hood up on his sweatshirt, so most of his face was in shadow. But the tip of his snout protruded out from it: thin, angular. Sharp-tipped teeth glinting in the dim light. The better to eat her with.

Or tear out her throat, then eat her with.

The Creep stopped. He held out his hands and spoke in a dusty, raspy voice: “Give it to me and I’ll let you live.”

“No.” She took another half step back, feeling the edge of the dock beneath her heels. “Leave me alone, or I’ll drop it.”

“Do that and you’ll die.”

She let the bag dip lower, until the tails of the adjustable straps touched the water. “Maybe. But you still won’t have your book. Something that old, it’s not going to survive half a minute in salt water. And you can’t go in after it, can you?” Her heart slammed. She should give it to him. She should give it to him and live another day, just like Father Value had always taught her.

But she remembered Father Value’s broken body, how small he’d looked beneath that sheet. The accident report said the fall had killed him, that all those shattered bones were consistent with a dive from several stories up. Bullshit. The Creeps had worked him over before they’d pitched him over the side. Elly only hoped he’d taken a couple out first. For the thousandth time since it happened, she wondered if things might have been different if they hadn’t decided to split up.

The plan was solid. Even now, she knew she’d have made the same calls as Father Value had. Plans can go bad, Eleanor. That was one of his lessons, too.

Was the Creep standing in front of her one of the ones that did it? If he hadn’t pushed the old man to his death, had he been there to witness it? Had he laughed in that dry voice while Father Value’s life bled out on the pavement?

Headlights flashed along the road, their beams reflecting out over the water: the bus, on its late-night circuit. It trundled down the hill toward the stop.

Elly edged to her left, keeping the backpack out over the water. “You stay right here. Take one goddamned step and I’ll drop it.”

The Creep glared. His eyes caught the moonlight, two spots of amber glinting beneath his hood. But he didn’t move to snatch at her as she inched past him and back toward the beach. “We’ll find you,” he said, turning to watch her retreat. “And it will go as well for you as it did for the old man.” Those leathery lips peeled back into a grin. He sounded eager for that day to come. “Always remember you had a choice.”

“Screw you.” She backed up as quickly as she dared, feeling her way along so she wouldn’t have to take her eyes off him. At last, her sneakers sank into the coarse sand. Only then did she put her back to the Creep, as she took off toward the bus.

“Wait! Wait! Oh please, wait.” Father Value had always said she had a hell of a set of lungs. Her voice echoed off the closed-up clam shacks and the shops across the way. With every step, she expected the Creep’s hands on her shoulders, yanking her back. She put on one last burst of speed as she reached the sidewalk, hollering for all she was worth at the idling bus.

The driver heard her. He waited, one hand on the lever that opened and closed the doors, a grin splitting his face. She imagined what she must look like to him, winded and windblown, her mouse brown hair in wild disarray from her run. Her clothes were old and oft repaired, but clean. No one would have called her intimidating at a glance; usually they saw her petite frame and dismissed the possibility of danger altogether. That was usually their mistake. With the bus driver now, it worked to her advantage.

“Didn’t want to say good-bye to your boyfriend until the absolute last minute, eh?”

Fumbling for her wallet, Elly followed his gaze. Out at the end of the dock, the Creep’s silhouette was visible against the moonlit waves. He could have caught her. It wasn’t even a matter of him worrying that the bus driver might see and interfer. He let me go because they like to hunt. This was a head start to him, nothing more. She shuddered and fed a fistful of quarters into the collection box.

That had been another of Father Value’s lessons: Always carry bus fare.

The bus rolled into Edgewood a little after two a.m. It had picked up a few more passengers after Elly’s frantic boarding, mostly college kids coming off closing shifts at restaurants and coffeehouses. Elly watched them as they pulled out their cell phones and texted their friends or dragged huge textbooks into their laps for some after-hours studying.

She wasn’t much older than they were, and yet their world was so alien to her. She’d tried hanging out with normal kids once, a couple of years before. It had been easy enough to slip into the party, which had overflowed from the house into the street. All Elly’d had to do was walk in the door. Whenever anyone asked, she’d said she was “Mark’s friend.” No one had challenged her, which meant either there really was a Mark, or the other partygoers were also ...

Revue de presse

"Night Owls is a fast, fun read that kept me turning the pages. Lauren M. Roy delivers a plot that zips, dialogue that zings, and a cast of characters you'll cheer for to the very end. Thumbs up!"—Devon Monk, national bestselling author of Cold Copper

"Filled with great characters and action. Can't wait to read the next one!"—Keri Arthur, New York Times bestselling author of Darkness Splintered

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  • Format : Format Kindle
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  • Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 305 pages
  • Pagination - ISBN de l'édition imprimée de référence : 0425272486
  • Editeur : Ace (25 février 2014)
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 Not bad, but not good 3 mars 2014
Par Lost in Denver - Publié sur
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It took me a little while to realize why reading this book didn't do anything for me. There wasn't anything particularly wrong with it (no editorial issues, no real plot holes, etc.), but the book was just boring. Part of it was that it really didn't give anything new. The characters all had potential but none of them really developed anything resembling a personality (except Elly to a fairly minor degree). The plot was predictable and felt like something that I've seen a hundred times before. There wasn't anything really new about the world that Roy created here, and there weren't any surprises in regards to the plot. It felt like reading a work by someone with solid technical skills who had filled in an urban-fantasy-paint-by-numbers kit. I think that there's a lot that the author COULD do with the world that was created here, but this book just wasn't very engaging.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Really fun read, lots of characters to love! 25 février 2014
Par Anya @ On Starships and Dragonwings - Publié sur
Night Owls by Lauren M. Roy is a new urban fantasy series starring a new take on werewolves (adding in some creepy zombie elements), a couple of awesome heroines, solid friendships and sibling bonds, and an all-around intriguing new world! Night Owls borrows from more traditional fantasy in that it has several characters who all tell the story through multiple points of view, making it a well-rounded book with primary and secondary characters with surprising depth. I’m generally a bit stingy when it comes to urban fantasy since I’m such a fan girl of my favorite series, but Night Owls has managed to convince me to add another UF series to my must-read list! So when is book two coming out???? >.> Make sure to enter the giveaway (US only, sorry!) at the bottom of the post so you can enjoy this new series too!

Note: I received Night Owls from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

Night Owls is so much fun! The writing is fast, the characters are witty, the ending left me wanting more. Night Owls definitely captured the addictive quality of the urban fantasy genre.
In the world of Night Owls, there aren’t your typical werewolves. Instead, there are Jackals, which are kind of a mix of werewolves and zombies! I’m suspicious there will be some Egyptian mythology thrown in in the future as we figure out more about Jackals, and I’m freaking pumped :D. I love it when urban fantasy stories manage to take familiar elements and add a new twist to them.
The plot of Night Owls is exciting and interesting. Right from the start we are wondering what is so important about this book that the Jackals are hunting our heroine for. I really enjoyed finding the answers alongside the characters and really never felt things lagged.
Urban fantasy traditionally focuses on one main character right? Well, Night Owls has multiple PoVs including a number of chapters from secondary characters’ perspectives. I thought this worked great to convey more depth for each of the characters (seeing them from other perspectives was cool) and what all was going on in the plot.

Night Owls didn’t provide quite as much information as I expect from a first in series. Sure we don’t want to be overwhelmed, but I don’t like having too many basic world-building questions left over. One of the main questions I had while reading was the title of Renfield for the vampire’s assistant. Obviously if you are familiar with Dracula, you will catch this reference, but if you aren’t then you will probably be pretty confused. In any case, that’s the name of Dracula’s servant, but Night Owls doesn’t actually explain that. I’m also still wondering a lot about the Jackals’ origins and kind of expect a new critter to be explained more since we can’t make as many assumptions about them.
The Jackals have another nickname, “Creeps” which just really felt out of place to me. I don’t really see the need for this species to have two names and whenever Elly used the word, I got thrown out of the story a bit.
Night Owls uses a dialogue technique from time to time that just didn’t work for me. At times, the characters will use sentence fragments where ellipses or commas seemed more appropriate. I ended up saying the dialogue in my head to see if I was missing some special emphasis but came to the conclusion that I wasn’t. There is also some slang that I don’t think is common day slang but also seemed odd to be newly created. Though perhaps I’m just not hip ;-).

Night Owls has a couple of quirks but is otherwise an excellent new addition to the urban fantasy genre. I’m a huge Ilona Andrews and Patricia Briggs fan, so I highly recommend you check out Night Owls if you like those two urban fantasy writers. Night Owls is a bit interesting for an urban fantasy since it has almost no romance, though room for a slow burn later in the series makes me happy. I’m thinking this is going to be another favorite urban fantasy series for my list! And seriously, when is book two coming out??
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Hooray! NO Romance! Hooray! 9 mars 2014
Par Katina Henderson - Publié sur
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I'm not going to summarize the plot, because several others have already done that better than I could. What I will say is that this was a fun read, and I'm looking forward to the continuing series. I truly appreciate that there is no "romance" because I really prefer a story driven by plot and character without the forays on the side into scenes that don't really do anything but titillate for the sake of sex. Because this author chose to focus on the story, the characters and world building are actually fairly substantial, and I am looking forward to the next installment. I generally won't even look at a book that has less than 300 pages, and though this one fit that criterion, I think there was room to make it longer without mere filler, and I hope that happens in the next book. All in all, this is an author I will keep an eye on for the future.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 A Good Start to a New Urban Fantasy Series 6 avril 2014
Par Gary Henderson - Publié sur
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Note: There are some very mild spoilers, but you'll encounter them in the first few chapters. I'm not giving away much.

For a debut novel, this is very strong. One of the better ones I've come across. The premise is simple: Night Owls is a book store in a college town where students hang out until the wee hours. The owner, Val, happens to be a vampire. Not a very old one, but old enough. She's been through a lot, and came to this small town to get away from all the big, hairy problems. To live a quiet life, selling books, collecting rare books, and going about her unlife.

Until circumstances land those big, hairy problems right in her lap. A rare book with dangerous magic in it arrives at the bookstore in the wake of its owner's murder by Jackals, which are kind of like a cross between a vampire and a werewolf, but not as cuddly. Vampires and Jackals hate one another. More like loathe. And in Val's old life, she used to hunt Jackals down and kill them. Now, they want that book. Val's fine with giving it to them, if it will get them to leave her alone.

The problems start when one of her young employees accidentally reads the book . . . and the magic enters him instead of remaining in the book. The Jackals now want the young man, and will stop at nothing to get it.

I enjoyed the book thoroughly. It has good, believable, sympathetic characters who have strengths and weaknesses, and lives that don't seem to have just begun on page 1. The magic is believable and neither over- nor under-powered. The vampire lore is different to an extent that we only brush lightly in this first book. And the Jackals are, as far as I know, Lauren Roy's own invention. The world feels richer than is shown in this novel, and it's clear that there's more going on than is told in these pages.

The pacing is wonderful. The book is filled with action, but not so relentless that I felt out of breath. Nor are there lulls during which I was tempted to flip forward to find out when it was going to get moving again. In other words, just right.

A larger story is hinted at, tantalizingly, in this first novel, and there are definitely sequels coming. And I will eagerly pick them up. I think you will like it, too, if you like urban fantasy, vampires, shape-changers, magic, action, adventure, dark secrets, and a good dose of humor.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Something was just a little off with this book 15 avril 2014
Par Tamara Greer - Publié sur
There is nothing obviously wrong with this book. The plot is pretty quick and it walks a fine line between being familiar enough not to scare people off while being new enough that it should keep you interesting. The characters involved are realistic enough that you believe that they could exist in this insane situation. And this is one of the only times recently that I have read a book in which vampires are treated in a way that is intelligent and doesn't make me want to hurl. All that being said this book just doesn't jell. There's nothing about it that says why I couldn't get into it because it has all the write ingredients, and the writing isn't bad, but somehow it just doesn't work well enough to make it a good book.
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