Into the Woods

 


ISBN # 978-0061974328

 

Scheduled to be released

October 9, 2012

Into the Woods is a compilation of all the previously published Hollows shorts and novellas, so if you're still scratching your head over who Art is and why is Daryl important to Ivy, now is your chance to find out in one volume. But since I'm not one to be content with the old, I put together another novella from Trent's POV of his "elf quest" to rescue Lucy from the Withons.

But wait! There's more!

I spent all summer last year coming up with ideas of what I might want to work with after the Hollows are put to rest, and now you have a chance to see what I came up with, several brand new, never published novellas and shorts that run outside of the Hollows. In short, Into the Woods is not all old material with one token new story, but a fairly even division of the 528 pages between published and never before published works.

Into the Woods wallpapers available in three sizes for your various screen usage.  Enjoy!

Black Magic Sanction Medium Wallpaper

640 X 480 px

Black Magic Sanction large Wallpaper

800 X 600 px

Black Magic Sanction small Wallpaper

1024 X 768

Click on image to get to larger version, then grab for your own use.

 

Available just about everywhere in electronic and paper formats, and a few places I'd never expect, but if you're having trouble:

Indibooks
Barnes and Noble
Books-A-Million
Harper Collins
Amazon

Brookline Booksmith
Politics and Prose
Powell's Books
Rainy Day Books
Tattered Cover
Watermark Books and Cafe

Also available as an audio book and through the SFBC

I'll be going to Comic Con NY this year as a literary guest to celebrate. Hope to see some of you there!

 

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Million Dollar Baby

By
Kim Harrison

 

     Vertigo threatened, not at the sensation of disconnection spilling down through his core, but from the abrupt feel of stone under his soft-soled shoes after the nothingness of line travel. Tightening his gut muscles, Trent caught his balance as the organized chaos of the King Street train station materialized around him as if, well... like magic, not the well-balanced act of scientific shifting of realities that it was. Calling it magic was convenient.
     The twangy echo of announced departures mixed with a myriad of conversations and one child demanding that he wanted his book no-o-o-ow! Even at five thirty in the morning, it was busy. And somewhat... smelly, he thought, shivering at the final ribbons of power sliding off him to vanish like water into sand, or in this case, creation energy slipping through the molecule-thin cracks in the colorful mosaic now under him. The station had the distinctive tang of old mold growing on marble as a faint backdrop. Seattle never seemed to dry out. He didn't know how Ellasbeth tolerated it. Perhaps her nose was stuck so far up in the air that she didn't notice.
     "Hey, you moss wipe! We haven't said good-bye yet!" A high voice shrilled inches from his ear. Wincing, Trent glanced past the pixy's fitfully moving wings to the attractive shadow of five-foot-eight inches of bothersome redhead vanishing from his elbow. Rachel Morgan was gone — never having fully materialized. Just as well. Her surreptitious ogling made him self-conscious. Then again, she'd never seen him in skintight spandex before.
     "Seems she has pressing business elsewhere." Smiling faintly, Trent looked down at the elaborate compass rose the demon Algaliarept had dropped them on, then squinted up to the marvelously tooled ceiling. He would sooner suffer great loss than owe a demon a favor, but since Rachel was paying for the jump, he'd take it: eight hundred miles between San Francisco to Seattle in a blink of an eye. Technically speaking, owing Rachel a favor was the same thing as owing a demon, not that she truly understood that — yet.
     Head coming down in a flash of guilt, Trent moved off the compass rose and into the flow of people. Rachel would never understand there was only one way to save her life and keep her out of the ever-after. But what did it matter, really? She didn't have to like him. He didn't like the decisions he made, either.
     "I'm becoming my father," he whispered, an unexpected flash of anger coloring his thoughts. Just how much was he going to be asked to sacrifice for his people? His morals? His integrity?
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Revised: 10/08/2012       Copyright © 2012 by Kim Harrison.  All rights reserved.