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Smart, sexy, supernatural--the men and women of the Otherworld live and love, fight and die, among us. Unseen and unsuspected, this realm of witches, ghosts, and werewolves is now threatened with exposure by a brutal series of bizarre murders that has left even the supernatural world baffled--and cold with terror…. Being the world's only female werewolf has its advantages, such as having her pick of the Otherworld's most desirable males. And Elena Michaels couldn't have picked a more dangerously sexy and undyingly loyal mate than Clayton Danvers. Now their bond will be put to the ultimate test as they follow a bloody trail of gruesome slayings deep into Alaska's frozen wilderness. There's nothing the werewolf community dislikes more than calling attention to itself. So when a pair of rogue man-eaters begins hunting humans, it's up to Elena and Clayton to track down the predators. But any illusions their task would be simple are quickly dispelled. For even in werewolf terms, there's something very disturbing taking place in the dark Alaskan forests. A werewolf more wolf than human and more unnatural than supernatural is on the hunt--a creature whose origins seem to spring from ancient legends of the shape-shifting Wendigo. And if that wasn't bad enough, Clayton and Elena find themselves confronting painful ghosts from their pasts--and an issue neither of them is eager to discuss. For one of them has been chosen to become the new Pack leader, and as every wolf knows, there can be only one Alpha. They've always been equals in everything. Now, when their survival depends more than ever on perfect teamwork, will instinct allow one of them to lead…and the other to follow?
Author Notes
Kelley Armstrong is a Canadian author, primarily of fantasy works.
She has published twelve fantasy novels to date, most set in the world of Women of the Otherworld series, one crime fiction novel, and the Darkest Powers Trilogy. The latest novel in the Women of the Otherworld series is called Waking the Witch.
Her title Thirteen made The New York Times Best Seller List for 2012. The first book in The Age of Legends Trilogy, Sea of Shadows, made the New York Times bestseller list in April 2014.
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Reviews (3)
Publisher's Weekly Review
The gripping 10th installment of Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series returns to one of her most popular werewolves, Elena Michaels (last seen in 2006's Broken). While chasing a gullible Aussie werewolf to warn him about two rogue werewolves who are trying to frame him for half-eating two Pittsburgh humans, Elena and her mate, fellow Pack enforcer and anthropologist Clayton "Clay" Danvers, follow his trail to Anchorage. Armstrong conveys the beauty of the Alaskan wilderness while the couple investigate more crime scenes featuring more mutilated human corpses. Elena makes a great Alpha-style leader as she holds her own against male beasts and solves the well-crafted mystery. New readers may be baffled by Pack politics, but fans will find this a solid entry in Armstrong's popular series. (Oct.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Booklist Review
The werewolves of Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series are right at home in Alaska, where there are lots of real wolves as well as lovely blue-lit snow on which to run after they change from human form. But in addition to the estranged old friends who have long lived in Anchorage one of whom has decided to interpret his werewolf heritage as a handicap rather than a lifestyle there is a pack of deranged Russian werewolves, and they're killing women and hunting lone hikers in the wilderness. The bodies of the latter draw unwanted attention, for modern, up-to-date werewolves prefer to keep their own existence secret. Savaged bodies can only be blamed on real wolves so many times, so werewolf Elena and her husband, Clay, are dispatched by the Pack to investigate. Armstrong writes page-turning prose, none more throbbingly than when the werewolves enjoy romping, kinky sex. Armstrong's earlier books have been best-sellers; expect high demand for this weird and endearing tale.--Monaghan, Patricia Copyright 2009 Booklist
Library Journal Review
Fans of Armstrong's fabulous "Women of the Otherworld" series will be delighted to see the long-awaited return of Elena Michaels, the world's only female werewolf. We first fell in love with Elena in the 2001 series debut Bitten, and she was the heroine of two other titles in the series (Stolen and Broken). This time, while chasing a runaway werewolf to Alaska, Elena and husband Clay encounter rogue werewolves and mysterious mammoth creatures that have them running for their lives. But Elena, always a strong female protagonist, has no intention of backing down, especially when her crazy, able-bodied mate is by her side. Armstrong remains at the top of her game with nonstop action and interesting new characters. Verdict While the violence and sexual content may bother some readers, this book is still highly recommended for all fans of paranormal fiction. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 6/1/09.]-Crystal Renfro, Georgia Inst. of Technology, Atlanta (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
Message YOU CAN'T HELP someone who doesn't want to be helped. And you really can't help someone who runs the moment you get within shouting distance, making a beeline for the nearest train, plane or bus terminal, destination anywhere as long as it takes him hundreds of miles from you. As I chased Reese Williams through the streets of Pittsburgh--the third city in two days--I had to admit I was starting to take this rejection personally. I don't usually have this problem with guys. Sure, at five foot ten, I'm a little taller than some like. My build is a little more athletic than most like. I don't always put as much care into my appearance as I should, usually forgoing makeup, tying my hair back with an elastic and favoring jeans and T-shirts. But I'm a blue-eyed blonde, so men usually decide that they can overlook my deficiencies and not run screaming the other way. Sure, if they found out I was a werewolf, I could understand a little screaming and running. But Reese had no such excuse. He was a werewolf himself, and considering I'm the only known female of our species, when guys like him meet me, they're usually the ones doing the chasing... at least until they realize that's not such a good idea if they'd like to keep all their body parts intact. I'd lost Reese when he'd cut through a throng of rowdy Penguins fans heading off to a game. I'd tried following him through the drunken mob, but the Pack frowns on me cold-cocking humans for grabbing my ass, so after enduring a few unimaginative sexual suggestions, I retreated and waited for them to move on. By then Reese's trail was overlaid and interwoven with a score of human ones. And the air here already stunk, the city core entering construction season, the stink of machinery and diesel almost overwhelming the smell of the Ohio River a half mile over. There was no way I was picking up Reese's trail at this intersection. Not without changing into a wolf in downtown Pittsburgh... another thing the Pack frowns on. When I caught up with him two blocks later, he was being sucked in by the glow of a Starbucks sign, presumably hoping for a populated place to rest. When he saw that all the seats inside were empty, he veered across the road. Reese ran into one of those office-drone oases typical of big cities, where they carve out a store-size chunk of land and add interlocking brick, foliage and random pieces of art in hopes of convincing workers to relax there, enjoy the scenery, listen to the symphony of squealing tires and blaring horns and imbibe a little smog with their lattes. After a dozen strides, Reese was through the tiny park and veering again, this time to a sidewalk beside the lot. Headlights appeared, blinding me, then dipped down into an underground lot. Reese grabbed the barrier and vaulted into the lane. I raced over to see the automatic door below closing behind a van... with Reese running, hunched over, right behind it. I did a vault of my own and ran down the incline, reaching the bottom, then dropping and rolling under the door just as it was about to close. I leapt to my feet and darted through the dimly lit garage, hiding behind the nearest post. Then I strained to hear footsteps. For almost a minute, the van engine rumbled on the far side of the garage. It quit with a shudder and a gasp. A door desperate for oil squeaked open, then slammed shut. Hunched over, I hopscotched between the sparse parked cars. Ahead I could hear the van driver's heavy steps thudding as he walked the other way. A door creaked and a distant rectangle of light appeared. The door hadn't even clicked shut when Reese darted out from his hiding space, his boots slapping the asphalt as he ran. I kicked into high gear, no longer bothering to hide, but he was too close to the stairwell. I was almost at the closed door when it flew open again, and I narrowly missed barreling into a midd Excerpted from Frostbitten: A New Hunt Begins... And an Ancient Secret is Revealed by Kelley Armstrong All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
