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Tales of the Otherworld par [Armstrong, Kelley]
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Aaron stumbled from the tavern and gasped as the first blast of cold air slapped him. He paused in the doorway and took a deep breath. Geoffrey jostled him from behind, and Aaron gave him a good-natured shoulder that sent his friend staggering back.  

"Move it, you big ox," John said, kneeing Aaron in the rear. 

  "Just push me out of the way." Aaron shot a grin over his shoulder. "Or maybe you should squeeze past instead. You're skinny enough."

   Aaron stepped onto the cobblestone street and grimaced. So much for fresh air. The narrow street stank of shit--horse shit, dog shit, human shit; that's what came of living so close you couldn't take a crap without piling it on someone else's. Give himfarm life any day. Plenty of shit there, too, but at least there was room to spread it around.   He squinted up and down the street, his ale-soaked brain struggling to remember which way they'd come. That was another problem with towns. You couldn't see a damn thing. The buildings not only crowded your view, they crowded out the moonlight, and thelanterns dotting the street added more smoke than light.  

"Inn's this way," Geoffrey said, smacking Aaron's arm. "Come on before the mistress locks the door."  

She had locked them out the last time, and it had been a long, cold night on the street. Aaron and Geoffrey came to the city every other month, bringing goods to market. They'd finished their work this morning, but their families didn't expect them backuntil Sunday night, knowing that any young man who stayed home to help his parents on the farm deserved time to sample the cosmopolitan treats he was forgoing.  

One of those "treats" peered out from a side street as they passed. She met Aaron's gaze and batted her lashes in what he supposed was meant to be a come-hither look, but seemed more like soot caught in her eyes. She couldn't have been more than twelve,the bodice of her dirty dress stuffed to simulate the curves she wouldn't see for another few years . . . if she lived that long.  

Aaron walked over, and pressed a few coins into the whore's palm. A look--part relief, part trepidation--sparked in her eyes, then they clouded with confusion as he returned to his friends.  

John bumped against him. "How drunk are you? You forgot to take what you paid for." 

  "Oh, Aaron never has to pay for it," Geoffrey said. "When a tart sees him coming, she closes her purse and opens her legs."  

"If you don't want it, I'll take it."  

John started to turn, but Aaron grabbed his shoulders and steered him forward.  

"What?" John grumbled. "It's paid for."  

As they stumbled past an alley, a whimper snaked out from the darkness, followed by the crack of a fist hitting flesh.   Aaron stopped.  

"Ya gotta have more than that," a voice rumbled. "Find it . . . or I will."  

"Aaron . . ." Geoffrey said, plucking Aaron's sleeve. "It's none of your business. And, for once, let's leave it that way, or we'll spend another night on the street."  

Aaron brushed his friend off and strode into the alley. As he walked, his steps steadied, the effects of the ale sloughing off as he focused on the voices. He pulled himself up to his full height and peeled off his jacket. That was often enough--towerover the thug and flex his muscles, and most decided they really didn't need that few pence tonight after all. As he approached the black-haired lout and quaking shopkeeper, his gaze went to the ruffian's hands, looking for a weapon. Nothing. Good.  

Aaron grabbed the man's shoulder. "You want to rob someone? Try me."  

The lout's hand slammed forward. A flash of metal. Where had that come--?  

The blade drove into his chest. Aaron shoved the man away and staggered back. His hands went to his chest. Blood pumped out over his fingers. The man came at him again, but the sound of running footsteps made him think better of it and he ran off intothe darkness.  

"Aaron? Aaron!"  

Aaron tried to take a step, but faltered and hit the wall. He stood there, knees locked, forcing himself to stay upright. Then he crumpled.    

Aaron twisted in his bed. The damned thing dug into both of his shoulders and butted against the top of his head and bottoms of his feet. Inns. Cram as many people into a room as they can, and if you're more than average height, well, that's not the inn'sfault. 

  Eyes still closed, he took a deep breath. Flowers and a faint musty smell. The mistress probably set out fresh blooms to cover the stink, so she wouldn't have to change the bedding more than once a month. 

  He should open his eyes. He knew that--but he also knew that first blare of morning sun was going to feel like Satan's imps stabbing his eyes with pitchforks. He shouldn't drink so much. He wasn't used to it, and he paid for his folly every morning after.

 Speaking of folly . . . He let out a groan as he remembered the man in the alley. Next time he decided to rescue someone, he'd take an extra moment to make damned sure the lout wasn't concealing a knife. Now he really didn't want to get up. He'd been stabbedin the chest once before, and it had taken him weeks to recover.  

The last time, he'd been unable to lift anything heavier than a piglet for a month. His father had to do all the chores, and he'd kept sighing and muttering "Aaron, Aaron, Aaron," his weathered face wrinkling. But he kept his gaze down when he said it,to cover the pride in his eyes.  

"A big strong boy with a good heart," he'd boast to the neighbors when he thought Aaron couldn't hear. "What more could a father want?"  

"God gave you strength," his mother always said. "Always remember that it's a gift, and gifts from God are to be used in his service. Help those less fortunate than you, and you'll please him." 

  Helping others, though, did not mean getting stabbed and being unable to help his father. His mother would be very firm about that.  

"Be careful, Aaron," she'd say. "You're too quick to act. Take a moment to think as well."  

Maybe he could persuade one of his brothers to come back home for a month and help. Even as the thought occurred, though, he dismissed it. They had their own families and jobs and farms. He was the only one left. His father relied on him.  

He groaned again.  

Enough of that. Time to grit his teeth and get up.  

He pulled up his knees and they struck something with a hollow thwack. He opened one eye. The wavering glow of candlelight cast a dim glow in the dark room. Was it still night?   He reached sideways to brace himself as he sat up, and his hand smacked against wood. A bed with sides on it? Had Geoffrey and the others dumped him in a horse trough again?  

He opened the other eye. Then, grabbing the sides, he heaved himself up, bracing for the throb of pain through his chest. It didn't come.   Had he dreamed the stabbing? His fingers moved to his chest. It felt fine . . . fine and whole. That damned cheap ale was giving him nightmares now. 

  He sat up and blinked. He was in a dark, empty room, lit only by a few candles. It looked vaguely familiar. There was a board across his boxlike bed, pushed sideways away from his head and chest; that's what he'd hit his knees on. A black-robed figuresat near his feet, head bent forward in sleep.   Aaron rubbed his eyes. Where the hell was he? It looked familiar. Then he blinked as the memory clicked. It looked like the inside of the family mausoleum. Well, not really a mausoleum; it was made of rough-hewn wood. A mausoleum for a farmer's familywas ridiculous, as every neighbor had at some point whispered to another. But that was the condition of marriage his mother had made.   "My children must be buried aboveground," she'd told his father. "It is our way."  

His father hadn't argued. Who knew what her ways were? She was a Jew and a foreigner, and all he knew was that this beautiful young woman he'd met in London was willing to marry a forty-year-old bachelor and bear his sons. She could have said she wantedhim to build her a tower to the moon, and he'd have done it.

   As for why Aaron was waking up in the mausoleum . . . well, obviously the ale was giving him nightmares. Damn. He'd really hoped the stabbing part of his evening had been the dream, not the waking. 

  He went to lie back down when his knees knocked the board again, this time sending it clattering to the floor. The figure in the chair jumped up, her hood falling back, and he saw a dark-haired woman, gracefully sliding into middle age--his mother.  


She rushed to him, hands grabbing his shoulders, fingers digging in. Her face loomed over his--blotchy with tears, eyes swollen, hair bedraggled.  

"Say something," she whispered. "Please."  

"I drank too much. Again."   Her arms flew around him, head going to his chest, burrowing in, shoulders convulsing in a silent sob.  

"I prayed it would be you," she whispered. "I know it's not right for a mother to have favorites, but I always hoped that if God chose one of my children for the blessing, I hoped it would be you. And then after . . ." She hiccuped a sob. "I prayed, Aaron.I prayed you'd be the one."  

"What one?" He pulled back to look at her. "I really think I drank too much. Maybe if I go back to sleep--"  

He tried to lie down, but her fingers dug into his shoulders.  

"No! There's no time. Your father wants to seal the coffin. It's been three days. It must be sealed."  

"Seal? Coffin?"...

Revue de presse

“Fans and newcomers alike will relish Kelley Armstrong’s eerie tales.” —The Globe and Mail
“Armstrong’s longtime fans . . . will be delighted.” —Publishers Weekly
 “Terrific . . . a superb compilation.”—Midwest Book Review

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  • Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 466 pages
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Mon "roman" préféré est celui où Clayton et Elena se rencontrent. On découvre un nouveau Clayton peu sûr de lui, attendrie par Elena et faisant tout pour qu'elle reste avec lui (y compris la morde). Mais il y aussi des anecdotes sur le mariage de Paige et Lucas ou une enquête melant Sean, le demi-frère de Savanah.
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Très bonnes histoires plus ou moins courtes nous permettant d'y voir encore plus clair dans cet univers !
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Kelley Armstrong writes some of the best short stories/novellas for a series I've ever read, and the is an incredible collection 11 août 2014
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Rebirth - How Aaron became a vampire and met Cassandra.

Bewitched - This is the story of how Eve and Kristof met and fell in love. And also the specifics concerning why she left him. Fair warning--it's as lovely as it is heartbreaking.

Birthright - Logan POV. How he joined the Pack.

Beginnings - At close to 200 pages this is closer to a short story than a novella (not that I'm complaining). It's included in the Tales of the Otherworld collection, and it is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.

I'm talking OMGOMG!! amazing.

It's the story of how Clay and Elena met and fell in love right up to where it all went to hell (you can read about the hell part in Becoming). It's told, alternating, from both Clay and Elena's POV, so it finally answers the question, "What was his thinking?!" a million times over. Was it a crap thing to do? Yes. Do I love, love, L-O-V-E him anyway? YES.

Expectations - From Lucas's POV, about a run-in he had with Eve in an attempt to steal one of her grimoires.

Ghosts - Jeremy POV from right after he sent Elena and Clay to Toronto in Bitten.

Wedding Bell Hell - Countdown to Lucas and Paige's wedding. Meh.

The Case of El Chupacabra - Lucas and Paige short story with a tiny bit of Sean Nast tossed in. About an alleged vampire killing and how Lucas and Paige came into possession of their office space.
4.0 étoiles sur 5 One outstanding story, while the others are ok 6 mai 2015
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I picked up (or as it were down-loaded) Tales of the Otherworld on a whim and because I've read some favorable comments about the series. While the majority of the stories were ok, I found some of the protagonists a bit juvenile and I also had some trouble with the shifting of perspectives between different first person narrators within the same story. But I absolutely, completely loved "Bewitched", the story of how Eve Levine and Kristof Nast meet. It's so beautiful, emotional and tragic, when at the end Eve leaves him so as not to have him make an impossible choice. I really wanted to find out how the story of these star-crossed lovers continued, so imagine my disappointment when I went online and found out, that Eve dies and their mutual daughter Savannah becomes the ward of Paige Winterbourne. After this hauntingly beautiful love story I don't want to read about Eve as a ghost, so I won't be picking up anymore of Kelley Armstrong's books.
5.0 étoiles sur 5 If you know what this is before you buy it, you won't be disappointed. 8 septembre 2013
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This is pretty much just for existing fans of Kelley Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series. If you're expecting stories with conflict-resolution, don't bother. These are small tidbits from the lives of characters already established, and I love it. I love that Armstrong writes for her audience, I love that she asks us what we want to read, I love that she published these for free for us, and I love that when we asked for a book, we got one. I especially love that she donates the proceeds to charity. There isn't anything about this book I would change, except - of course - for making it longer and with more stories.
4.0 étoiles sur 5 Intrigued 21 juin 2014
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I enjoyed the elements of the story. I was driven to keep reading. Kelly's writing style intrigues me. I'd already read "Bitten" and truly enjoyed it. Watching the Syfy version of "Bitten" is what brought me to this author. I am grateful for the discovery. Kelly Armstrong writes The Otherworld series in the style of anthology. Didn't think I'd like that, but I was mistaken. She gives glimpses into the lives of her other supernatural characters while intersecting their lives. Like I said, intriguing. Try her.
5.0 étoiles sur 5 Tales of the Otherworld 21 juin 2013
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I've read all the Otherworld books, saving the two short story collections for last, I have to admit they surprised me, with the detail about my favorites characters' lives, plus the plot questions they answered. Well worth the read.
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