Waylaid
By Kim Harrison
4.5/5
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About this ebook
The paranormal and the futuristic meet in this thrilling novella featuring your favorite badass heroines from two of “the amazingly gifted” (RT Book Reviews) Kim Harrison’s most beloved series: the Hollows and the Peri Reed Chronicles. The magic of the Hollows runs full force into the technological sophistication of The Drafter when a device capable of carrying a city’s data stream pulls Rachel, the bounty hunter witch of the Hollows, between realities, marooning her in a world where the supernatural holds no sway. To get Rachel and Jenks home, Peri, the dangerous renegade of 2030, must decide what will chart her future: her blind trust in those who grant her power, or her intuition telling her to believe.
Kim Harrison
Kim Harrison is best known as the author of the #1 New York Times bestselling Hollows series, but she has written more than urban fantasy and has published more than two dozen books, spanning the gamut from young adult, accelerated-science thriller, and several anthologies and has scripted two original graphic novels set in the Hollows universe. She has also published traditional fantasy under the name Dawn Cook. Kim is currently working on a new Hollows book between other, nonrelated, urban fantasy projects.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A great meshing of Peri and Rachel's worlds, it's always fun to read an Author written cross-over. :)
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Waylaid - Kim Harrison
FOREWORD
The concept to bring the diverse words of The Hollows and The Drafter together was one that I initially considered with equal parts excitement and dread. I wondered if it could ever be done. After all, though taking place in modern America, The Hollows centers around everyday paranormals living among us, their timeline skewing from ours sometime around the discovery of DNA.
Then there’s The Drafter, which takes place in a slightly futuristic world where Detroit has become a Mecca of green technology, the city again a showcase for innovation, music, and corporate espionage.
Suffice it to say, bringing these two worlds together seemed impossible without breaking any rules in either universe. But then . . . just maybe, seeing as the magic in The Hollows is based on science, and the technology in The Drafter has its roots in the impossibility of magic . . . well . . . you tell me.
Waylaid still reads like self-made fan fiction to me, as I dearly like keeping my universes in their separate little dreams, but I had fun with it, and I hope you do, too.
Kim Harrison
1/11/16
1
You know what I’d like to do?
Jack leaned in to Peri, his hand curving suggestively about her waist, and she breathed in the faint scent of ozone and aftershave like a balm. Under it was a hint of gun oil, and Peri was hard-pressed to decide which one intrigued her more as they stood outside her apartment door with their carry-ons, glad they had the next week off.
Mmmm, I like games,
Peri said as she tapped her key card to her apartment door pad. It disengaged the lock with an almost unheard click, and she turned to him, seeing the bound heat behind his sandy hair and blue eyes as he leaned to nuzzle under her ear. The tips of her short black hair tickled her neck along with his lips, and she stifled a quiver.
I’d like to be there tomorrow when they find that ball of wax you left them,
Jack whispered. That’s all. What did you think I meant?
Peri exhaled in annoyance, giving him a little shove as he pulled back and took up their bags. Eyes rolling, she pushed open the door, her faint smile widening as Carnac, their cat, came out to weave between their feet, threatening to trip them.
Hi, Carnac. Did you miss me more than Jack is going to tonight?
she said, scooping up the orange tabby and cuddling him as she followed Jack into the spacious apartment they shared. It was dark, and Detroit’s neon-draped skyline sparkled through the wide glass windows. The lighted mass-transit rail circled to touch upon the city’s hot spots to look like jewels on a necklace, and she let Carnac slide from her. It hadn’t been a strenuous job, but the timing had been meticulous, requiring several days and multiple dry runs. She was mind-weary and ready for some downtime.
Lights up,
she said, to shake the apartment out of extended leave, and the glow brightened to show the comfortable mix of her and Jack among the modern open-floor plan, everything angled to take advantage of the view of a glittering new Detroit.
Sure is a pretty thing,
Jack said as she dropped her coat and purse on a chair and went into the open kitchen to give Carnac some soft food.
The accelerator?
she asked, seeing that he’d taken it from his pocket and was holding it up to the spotlight over the gas fireplace. The walnut-size, meticulously engineered crystal was one-of-a-kind, and it caught the light like a disco ball, sending wavelengths too short to be seen ricocheting around the apartment to make her back teeth hurt. She’d held it briefly before giving it back for Jack to carry. It gave her the willies, the orb’s facets feeling warm and malleable even as they pricked her skin.
Jack lowered the glittering crystal. Hard to believe something this small is worth an entire city,
he said as he put it back in his pocket.
Hard to believe you can hold it like that in your bare fingers, she thought as she ripped open a pouch of cat food. When it’s plugged in, sure,
she muttered, watching Carnac weave between her feet as she set the bowl on the floor and fondled the cat’s ears. Right now it’s giving me a headache.
The small orb was Event Horizon’s latest wonder, fracturing wavelengths to allow information to be sent out on a particle, instead of an entire wave. In layman’s terms, it was like having a single bandwidth hold a hundred thousand conversations instead of one, and it would revolutionize how information was handled. Whoever held it would own the world.
And it’s in Jack’s pocket, she thought as she seriously considered sleeping with it under her pillow tonight. It would go to Opti in the morning, and from there, returned to Event Horizon, the company that had developed it. It bothered Peri how often corporations stole or patented technology just to shove it in a drawer so their older technology would remain viable.
The pop of a wine bottle brought her head up, and she smiled at Jack, loving him. The accelerator had been in a research facility outside of Cincinnati, and they’d done well to get in and out with no one the wiser. Preparation and skill had meant there’d been no need for her to draft, transposing a small part of time and space a few seconds into the past in order to erase a mistake. Content, Peri gave Carnac a last fondle about the ears and went to join Jack in the living room. It had been months since she’d needed to draft to rub out what could have been a fatal error, and she enjoyed feeling normal.
Oh, please tell me you’re joking,
she said as Jack turned on the TV and settled back into the cushions, eyes riveted on the menu as he loaded his latest fix. Ja-a-a-ack . . .
she moaned as opening credits flowed over the flashing images of an athletic girl and her sidekick parrot, doing a magic spell and catching the sexy vampire. Can’t you fall in love with something remotely possible?
Jack’s ears reddened. Stop making fun of my entertainment. Come sit with me. Have some wine. I got a white this time. We need to expand our palate.
Brow furrowed, she stood between him and the TV. You just threaded a technological fence that rivals the Pentagon’s, and you want to watch Dungeons & Dragons?
Jack tugged her out of the way and down to sit beside him, his eyes never leaving the screen as the slim blonde with her long flowing hair chatted with her vampire girlfriend in a coffee bar. Behind them, two raggedy men with beards growled. Werewolves, apparently. It’s not Dungeons & Dragons,
Jack said as he shifted closer to her. This takes place in contemporary America. Cell phones and computers. You’d like it if you’d give it a chance.
Computers and cell phones with witches and vampires?
she moaned. It’s worse than snakes on planes or giant crocs in Lake Placid. That at least has some plausibility.
He flicked a cross look at her. It’s not any more unbelievable than you being able to replay thirty seconds of time,
he said, letting her know she’d pushed enough and any more would hurt his tender male ego. Besides, they aren’t really vampires and witches. They are metaphors for drug kingpins and cops. Everything you like. Sex on a vampire stake.
"I can draft forty-five seconds into the past. Don’t shortchange me, she said, peeved as she reached for the wine and filled the waiting glasses.
What is this?" she asked, noticing it was a new label.
The show went to commercials,