{"product_id":"black-arts","title":"Black Arts","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor:\u003c\/b\u003e Hunter, Faith\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eBrand:\u003c\/b\u003e ACE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eColor:\u003c\/b\u003e Multicolor\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eEdition:\u003c\/b\u003e Reprint\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eBinding:\u003c\/b\u003e mass_market\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat:\u003c\/b\u003e Deckle Edge\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eNumber Of Pages:\u003c\/b\u003e 336\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eRelease Date:\u003c\/b\u003e 07-01-2014\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003ePart Number:\u003c\/b\u003e 38620362\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eDetails:\u003c\/b\u003e Product Description      \u003cbr\u003e\nThe \u003cbr\u003e\nNew York Times \u003cbr\u003e\nbestseller\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nJane Yellowrock is a shape-shifting skinwalker who always takes care of her own—no matter the cost....\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nWhen Evan Trueblood blows into town looking for his wife, Molly, he’s convinced that she came to see her best friend, Jane. But it seems like the witch made it to New Orleans and then disappeared without a trace.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nJane is ready to do whatever it takes to find her friend. Her desperate search leads her deep into a web of black magic and betrayal and into the dark history between vampires and witches. But the closer she draws to Molly, the closer she draws to a new enemy—one who is stranger and more powerful than any she has ever faced.\u003cbr\u003e\n      Review      \u003cbr\u003e\nPraise for the Jane Yellowrock Novels\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n“Jane Yellowrock is smart, sexy, and ruthless.”—\u003cbr\u003e\nNew York Times Bestselling Author Kim Harrison\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n“Seriously. Best urban fantasy I’ve read in years, possibly ever.”—C. E. Murphy, author of\u003cbr\u003e\nTruthseeker\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n“Jane is the best urban fantasy heroine around.”—Night Owl Reviews\u003cbr\u003e\n      About the Author      \u003cbr\u003e\nFaith Hunter is the\u003cbr\u003e\nNew York Times bestselling author of the Jane Yellowrock Novels,\u003cbr\u003e\n as well as the\u003cbr\u003e\nRogue Mage novels. A native of Louisiana, she spent her early years on the bayous and rivers, learning survival skills and the womanly arts. She liked horses, dogs, fishing and crabbing much better than girly skills. She still does. In grade school, she fell in love with fantasy and science fiction, reading five books a week and wishing she could \"write that great stuff.\" Faith now shares her life with her Renaissance Man and their dogs.\u003cbr\u003e\n      Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.      \u003cbr\u003e\nChapter One\u003cbr\u003e\nInsanity’s Not the Point\u003cbr\u003e\nThe crash shook the house, sounding as though the front wall had exploded. I whirled as my front door blew in, icy wind gusting with hurricane force. My ears popped. The bed skirt blew flat beneath the bed. My Beast rammed into me, the light going sharp and the colors bleaching into greens. Beast-fast, I grabbed two nine-mils from the bed, off- safetied, and chambered rounds into both. Raced into the foyer.\u003cbr\u003e\nThe door was open, the knob stuck into the wallboard, the hinges bent. The glass of its small window was busted all over the floor. Again.\u003cbr\u003e\nGale-force winds rushed through the open door. No one stood there. Icy air whirled through the house with a scream. I heard windows breaking in back. My ears popped again. A table in the living room tumbled over. Daylight patterned the wood floor off the foyer and reflected off broken glass shoved by the wind into the corner. Not vamps, I thought. But I’d been a target for blood-servants and scions for months. This wasn’t the first such attack, but it was the first that had gotten this far. And then the frigid cold tingled up my arms, blue and golden, flecked with darker sparks of frozen force. It smelled like the air over a glacier, fresh and full of suspended, preserved power. It circled over me, tried to latch onto my skin.\u003cbr\u003e\nMy Beast rose and batted the spell away. Magic, she thought. Air magic. Angry, like storms rising on the horizon. Witches.\u003cbr\u003e\nI advanced the few steps from my room to the front door, the frigid squall pushing against me. In my peripheral vision, I saw Eli at the top of the stairs, his hunting rifle in one hand, a blade in the other, a small subgun on a sling over his back. The former Ranger was wearing boxers, his dark skin slick with shower water.\u003cbr\u003e\nThere was no music in the attack, no wind instrument, no whistling, no singing, none of the usual methods air witches used when they attacked. And the wind seemed random, blustery, not the tornado of might from a focused attack. More like wild magic, the kind teenaged witches might toss when their power first fell on them, out of control and turbulent. I danced into the doorway and back, getting a glimpse out. Despair pelted over me, sharp and burning as sleet, as I identified him. 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