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Night Watches [Temple Cats series 2] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Catherine Soto
eBook Category: Fantasy/Young Adult
eBook Description: Lin Mei and her brother Biao Mei have stopped their travels for a time; the caravan is spending the winter in the house of a wealthy merchant. But assassins still show up, there's a strange demoness in the garden, and the kittens are growing steadily...
eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: Sword & Sorceress 22, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2008
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"Brother and sister mercenaries and their rather odd cats deal with assassins before breakfast, but a sexy demon proves to be a bit more difficult."--Paige Roberts, SFRevu
"Soto seems to be drawing from Chinese folklore, with the ninja-like killers and the demons who are messing up the garden's feng shui. Thus her story has an appealing air of familiarity, but the unusually capable and smart Lin and Biao Mei give the story gritty details that a legend usually lacks.... a reworking of traditional elements with sparkling details that illuminate heroic characters, making them more likable and human."--Elizabeth A. Allen, The Fix
The courtyard was empty, bathed in moonlight, and serene in the stillness. Even so, there was an air of menace about it. Lin Mei shivered in her quilted jacket. She rested her hand on the hilt of her sword, drawing some comfort from it. The companion dagger rested in the sash next to it. They were smaller twins to her brother's sword and dagger, and their blades gave the two of them unparalleled fighting power. But something in the night made her uneasy nevertheless. "Another bad dream?" her brother said behind her. Biao Mei also wore a quilted jacket and his sword and dagger. Tragedy had taught them harsh lessons; neither went out unarmed. She nodded. "The same one. It's the third time in three nights." "The snake again?" "It does not seem to be malevolent," she said. "But it is dangerous." She heard him sigh. Although he had fifteen to her seventeen years, he had taken over the role of her protector, which she did not mind, since he was stocky and strong, although she was stronger and tougher than her willowy form suggested. Still, she often had to do the thinking for both of them, and then convince him that the result was his idea. "Not malevolent, but dangerous," he mused. "At least it's not both. Thank Heaven for small graces," he said ironically.
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