Sexy private eye Gaia Charmer brings new meaning to the words "Earth Angel." This mysterious (and bipolar) bombshell has the power of the Earth itself at her fingertips, but the murder of her best friend knocks her world off its axis. Out for blood on the killer’s trail, Gaia and a tough-as-nails rock hound sheriff must overcome Landkind--a secret society of movers and shakers with the hearts and minds of landforms (mountains, rivers, islands, etc.)--and a vicious enemy with the key to her true identity. She risks everything to reclaim her legacy as Mother Earth in human form. A woman with the weight of the world on her shoulders in more ways than one.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / GeneralThis book, a consistently solid seller, appeals to the same readers who love the work of urban fantasy authors like Patricia Briggs and Laurell K. Hamilton. The strong female protagonist has traits and troubles that are universal and sure to draw readers into the heroine's further adventures. International sales have been notably strong for this title on Kobo.
How did I stop Ray Long the killer from getting away that night? I threw gravel at him, lots and lots of gravel. And not with my hands, either.
I'm special like that. And Ray was stupid. Unlucky's a better word. How was he to know he was dealing with someone like me? Maybe I should've worn a sign for him: "Gaia Charmer. In touch with the Earth." Make that "Really in touch with the Earth."
But he underestimated me, which is easy to do. I'm five foot two, in my early twenties, blonde, and petite--not exactly a powerhouse to look at. Works in my favor again and again.
That night, it was the middle of summer in west-central Pennsylvania, mid-July and counting. The moon was full and yellow over the Allegheny Mountains, bobbing like a dumpling in a hot broth of thick humidity.
I was almost too late. I'd just discovered Ray was killing and dumping the missing kids at the Buckhorn Quarry. I'd gotten there as fast as I could, but he already had a kid staked out in the dirt.
As soon as Ray heard me coming, he swung his flashlight around. Shielding my eyes from the glare, I saw his other arm reach around behind him for what had to be a gun.
Sweeping my hands around, I aimed at a pile of gravel between us, and I focused. Extended my will through my fingertips...reached out and touched the gravel with my mind. Felt the size and shape and texture of the pieces. Felt the multitude of forces acting upon them, the halos of gravity and electromagnetism and cosmic radiation. The forces pulsating within them, too--the jostling of molecules and atoms, the spinning of electrons and quarks.
Feeling and seeing and sensing all that, I knew how to mold those forces, how to make them do what I wanted. And then I gave them a push.
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Already translated.
Translated by Cristina García
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