Tales of the sazi pdf

These two shifters from enemy clans will have to work together and rely on each other completely if they are to save themselves and their people. Howling Moon Cat Turner was a beautiful, wealthy young woman living a charmed life, until the day the unthinkable happened. A jaguar came into the campsite she shared with her parents and attacked, killing them and injuring her horribly.

She is staying with her Aunt in Boulder while she recovers. Raphael Ramirez is the Second in command of the Boulder pack. Together they will hunt the madman to keep him from killing again, and for sweet revenge. Adam Mueller was a beat cop in Minneapolis until he violated the single greatest rule of the Sazi.

He allowed humans to see their kind. From the moment they met sparks flew. These two would either be fated mates—or deadliest of enemies. But there is no time for either fighting or romance. A flock of vicious Sazi raptors have begun feeding on humans. Will Adam and Cara be able to work together and save their people, or will they begin a war that could destroy them all?

Timeless Moon Aspen Monier is the most powerful seer among the Sazi—and quite possibly mad. It is a constant battle for her to keep her mind rooted in the present when her visions pull her into possible futures and the ancient past. Only one man had ever truly understood, her former husband. Rick allowed himself to be declared dead for good reasons. But he never stopped loving his Josette. Hell, she could see most danger coming.

S he can be fooled, and has been. She believes that her bitter enemy Ahmad al Narmer is behind all of the attempts on her life. But now Rick knows better. Being mated with a human is difficult in more ways than one. Only one man might be able to help Tony and the Sazi stop the cabal: Ahmad, the leader of the snakes. But that would be wrong— this book is so much more than the standard. It is fast-paced, gritty, and just plain gripping.

If you enjoy werewolf stories, with a totally unique perspective look at the origination of the shapeshifter society, you don't want to miss this one! Adams give depth to their characters. The pages steam with passion between Tony and Sue as they find each other. This is definitely a keeper.

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Every book is a team effort, and more than just we two as co-authors.

Above all, this book is dedicated to Cathy's wonderful husband, Don, and Cie's terrific son, James. We'd like to thank our families and friends for their input, suggestions and support. But none of this would be possible without the people behind the scenes, so we'd like to take the time to thank our amazing agent, Merrilee Heifetz and her associate, Ginger Clark, as well as our talented editor Anna Genoese, plus the marketing team, copy editors, publicists and artists at Tor who turned this book from a mere idea into a compelling read.

And, as always, we'd like to thank Laurell, Darla, and so many other authors we've met who have helped with our success. You all know who you are! Thanks, everyone! The scent of snow on the wind raised the hairs on my skin like distant lightning. I lifted my nose into the icy breeze that rushed past me through the open window of the bus. The moon was hidden behind a thin barrier of clouds, but I felt it. Its weight pressed me with a sensuous, almost sexual, insistence.

It reached for the wolf beneath my skin. I started at the realization that all sound had stopped in the bus. Just moments ago it had been a party on wheels with liquor flowing freely among the poker and dice games. Now, as the bus reached the edge of the park near Wolf Lake, the others began to snuffle and writhe. A woman's high-pitched whine made me shiver. A deep voice like liquid velvet reached my ears. Very soon I will let the moon take you.

Nikoli Molotov's eyes glowed yellow, revealing the effort he was expending. He had told me he would use the Sazi magic inside him to keep the pack members from turning to their animal shapes until we were well within the state park. But the thin shell of magic could barely contain the power that welled up inside of me. I felt like an overripe fruit, threatening to burst through my own skin. This was my first full moon since moving to Chicago. There are few actual wooded areas here, and none that aren't accessible to the public.

Still, I was told that the lakes and the parks can be sealed with magic so that no humans would want to enter while the pack hunts the animals native to the park. I'd never been hunting with a pack.

Until recently, I'd only known of one werewolf besides myself— the one who'd turned me. Who'd have believed that there were real werewolves among us in modern society? I certainly hadn't. I'd spent my first Sazi year in partial denial. I sealed myself away each month so I could turn into a wolf at will in the privacy of a hotel suite. I hadn't tried to find others like me.

I hadn't wanted to. Until I met Sue, I had pretended— had hoped— that this disease would just go away. The hissing of the air brakes interrupted my thoughts. The whines and whimpers around me brought a deep-throated growl from my throat.

The magic roiling through the close confines of the bus was stifling. You could walk on the tension. The scent of musk and fur was overpoweringly sweet.

It was hard to breathe. My muscles were twitching in earnest now. At the front of the bus, Nikoli smiled. Join the hunt. We followed in his wake.

I scanned the area with my vision pink-hazed from blood. I fought not to howl. Shuddering, I pulled the clothes from my body, reveling in the feel of the wind against my overheated skin. My eyes moved constantly, watching the others— my pack. Some of the men had to turn their eyes away from the lithe nude forms of the women in the group, but I felt nothing for them.

My mate was elsewhere. I glanced past the sign identifying the William W. Powers State Conservation Area. In the distance, I smelled the sharp hot and sour soup scent of abject fear. I quickly wiped a small line of spittle from the side of my mouth. I tried to appear composed but it was a lie. The moon's force struck like a sharp blade, shattering my control and sending me to my knees.

I screamed in pain as a thousand pinpoints of light and magic erupted from my skin. Fur raced over my body and twisted my limbs. A full-grown, hungry wolf leapt out from inside me.

I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to. I didn't want to. The world suddenly shifted. Color disappeared, giving way to a thousand shades of grey and black. I stood on four feet, basking in the finger of moonlight that pried its way through the cloud cover. Beside me were over a dozen snarling wolves. I'd met one or two of them as humans. I couldn't tell who they were as wolves by sight, but my nose knew. Human or wolf, their scent was the same.

I scanned the group for the leader of the pack. He wasn't hard to find. I felt my eyes go wide. Nikoli had transformed into a huge black timber wolf. He easily stood three foot high at the shoulder.

The only white on him was two spots on his knees. They glared like headlights in the darkness beneath the amber lights in his eyes. I realized that I didn't own a gun big enough to defend myself had I met him in the woods as a human. Not a comforting thought. A single howl rent the night, quickly joined by other voices. The sounds were deep and throaty, not at all the high-pitched yelp of a coyote.

I felt the lips pull back from my fangs in a smile. Until I'd mated, my nights as a wolf had been lost to me. My thoughts inhuman, memories nonexistent. The difference is phenomenal. Now wolf or man— I'm me. That's thanks to Sue. I could feel fragments of her warmth and anticipation in the back of my mind.

I knew she would be enjoying every minute of this new experience. The thought of the hunt was getting my mate turned on. She had believed in and accepted the mating bond even before I did. The sex had been incredible from the start. Not surprising since we can feel each other's pleasure through the bond.

Still, I had struggled and fought the tie between us. I hadn't wanted to give up what I believed was my identity. But when she was dying of a gunshot wound, I made my choice. I accepted the bond, accepted the fact that we are truly a part of one another— just in time to have them cut me off from her for weeks while she's been healing in Colorado. It's a struggle now to share our thoughts, and I can't sense what she's doing at all.

I hate it. I miss her. I want her home with me. One of the wolves spoke. It's still weird hearing human speech coming from a furred muzzle. A decidedly evil chuckle erupted from the black wolf. His eyes turned and locked on mine. Anton, please step forward. I sighed. I had tried repeatedly to get my new pack leader, a former member of Czar Nicholas IPs court, to call me Tony. That's me, Tony Giodone, former high-end assassin, catering to both the paying public and the mob. I'm good enough to have never been caught.

But a stupid mistake on my last job caused me to go underground and assume a new— or more precisely— a former identity. Here in Chicago, I'm Joe Giambrocco. But Nikoli keeps Russianizing everything. I finally decided that Anton was better than Yosef if I was going to be stuck with a Russian name. I stepped forward and the other wolves parted like water to let me pass, reforming in a circle around me and Nikoli.

I stopped a few inches short of his muzzle and looked up into his face. He towered over me. His yellow eyes narrowed, as he watched me coldly. I stood steady, giving no sign of fear, despite the muscles rippling under his sleek black fur. But to be of my pack, you must swear fealty to me and mine. You must give of yourself so that the others will recognize you as brother. It's one thing to be part of a club, but another thing entirely to swear some sort of blood oath.

Nikoli smiled, baring fangs. His scent changed, but I couldn't pinpoint what he was feeling. I'd have to go by his words alone. I literally couldn't move. I felt a flash of panic in the back of my mind that wasn't mine. Sue knew something I didn't, but it was a struggle to keep connected with her. The magic that flooded my body and mind was overwhelming. It was a pounding ache with sharp edges. I could do nothing to defend myself.

He bowled me over and his teeth found my neck. A flash of pain seared my mind as his fangs broke through skin and I was thrown bodily to the ground.