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For centuries they’ve lived in secret among northern England’s green and misted hills. Creatures of extraordinary beauty, power, and sensuality, they possess the ability to shape-shift from human to dragon and back again. Now their secret–and their survival–is threatened by a temptation that will break every boundary....
Dubbed the Smoke Thief, a daring jewel thief is confounding the London police. His wealthy victims claim the master burglar can walk through walls and vanish into thin air. But Christoff, the charismatic Marquess of Langford, knows the truth: the thief is no ordinary human but a “runner” who’s fled Darkfrith without permission. As Alpha leader of the dra´kon, it’s Kit’s duty to capture the fugitive before the secrets of the tribe are revealed to mortals. But not even Kit suspects that the Smoke Thief could be a woman.
Clarissa Rue Hawthorne knew her dangerous exploits would attract the attention of the dra´kon. But she didn’t expect Christoff himself to come to London, dangling the tribe’s most valuable jewel–the Langford Diamond–as bait. For as long as she could remember, Rue had lived the life of a halfling–half dra´kon, half mortal–and an outcast in both worlds. She’d always loved the handsome and willful Kit from the only place it was safe: from afar. But now she was no longer the shy, timid girl she’d once been. She was the first woman capable of making the Turn in four generations. So why did she still feel the same dizzying sense of vulnerability whenever he was near?
From the moment he saw her, Kit knew that the alluring and powerful beauty was every bit his Alpha equal and destined to be his bride. And by the harsh laws of the dra´kon, Rue knew that she was the property of the marquess. But they will risk banishment and worse for a chance at something greater. For now Rue is his prisoner, the diamond has disappeared, and she’s made the kind of dangerous proposition a man like Kit cannot resist....In this bewitching novel, Shana Abé transports us into a world of exhilarating romance and magic.
- Sales Rank: #1164293 in Books
- Published on: 2005-09-27
- Released on: 2005-09-27
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 9.25" h x .99" w x 6.29" l,
- Binding: Hardcover
- 304 pages
About the Author
Shana Abé is the award-winning author of nine novels, including The Smoke Thief. She lives in the Denver area with four surly pet house rabbits, all rescued, and a big goofy dog. Please, please support your local animal shelter, and spay or neuter your pets.
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CHAPTER ONE
Chasen Manor
Darkfrith, England
1737
The Right Honourable Christoff Rene Ellery Langford, Earl of Chasen, was bored.
He had decided to demonstrate this fact by slouching in his chair, his legs outstretched and his blond head turned idly away from everyone else in his father's study. One sun-darkened cheek was propped languidly upon his fist; his green eyes were hooded, masked with brown lashes. He listened to his father talk with the haughty, brooding air common to either the young or the powerful.
Kit, as it happened, was both. Sixteen years old and well-acknowledged as the heir to the tribe, he endured these meetings as his duty. He did not speak. He did not bother to meet the eyes of the other men present. When he looked up from his boots he chose to contemplate the view from the Tudor windows, the summer lush hills and rich black trees. The beckoning woods.
He listened to the same debate the council had at every meeting now. He could practically predict, verbatim, who would say what.
"The safety of the tribe is paramount. We must ensure our survival."
Parrish Grady again. The man never let up. Eldest member of the council, blue-eyed, sharp-toothed. Kit was beginning to consider him his own personal nemesis, if for no other reason than these meetings crawled on hours longer than they would without him.
Outside, just over a distant hill, appeared a flock of girls. About Kit's age, white skirts, frilled aprons, straw hats with ties that dangled in the wind. A few carried armfuls of flowers. He watched them come closer.
"Naturally, Parrish, our survival is paramount." Kit's father, the marquess. "No one debates that."
"We need a full-blood female!"
"I'd say we've been doin' our best there," retorted Rufus Booke, brash and newly wed, "though mayhap you'd prefer to check our beds every night."
Kit snorted back a laugh. He felt his father's gaze flick to him, then away.
"Aye, we need a female," the Marquess of Langford agreed. "But we do not appear to have one. Yet. There are several young tribeswomen on the verge of the rebirth. We may hope one of them will complete the Turn."
"Hope," repeated Grady, derisive. "Four generations it's been, and no female to make the Turn! What will happen to us--all of us--when it becomes impossible for the menfolk as well?"
Silence greeted this. It was the great, simmering fear among the tribe, that the Gifts would be taken. That their powers would fade.
"We cannot force our fate," said the marquess, harder now. "We all understand that. We are what we are. Our more immediate concern is the perimeter of the forest. There have been signs of recent disturbance, not our own. Strangers are prowling our lands. Christoff reported horse tracks up to Hawkshead Point."
"Hawkshead? But that's not even ours! What the devil is the boy doing all the way out there? We have rules! He left the boundary!"
Again, the distinctive prickle of his father's gaze. Kit allowed himself the slightest curl of his lips.
"Let us focus on the matter at hand," said the marquess smoothly. "Hawkshead is adjacent to our boundaries. If someone has chanced that far . . ."
The girls had paused in a soft valley between the hills, clutching their hats as the breeze turned brisker. Sunlight showed honeyed locks flying and flaxen, strawberry blond and ginger red. Four girls, smiling and chattering amid the green. Someone loosed her flowers, and the August wind blew them into bright confusion.
Parrish Grady thumped a fist on the arm of his chair. "The boy's too wild, even for our kind. He needs to be reined in. You know it yourself, my lord."
Kit stared a little harder at the girls, his eyes narrowed.
"Thank you, Mr. Grady, but I take the responsibility of raising my son as my own."
"If he is to be Alpha--"
"There is no if," hissed the marquess, coming to his feet. "You will do well to understand that right now."
Silence fell once more across the study. One of the men cleared his throat, nervous, but said nothing.
Outside, the flower girls had gone very still. The strawberry blonde turned her face into the breeze--and the other three did the same. Kit recognized them now, Fanny and Suzanne, daughters of the smith, Liza from the mill. And Melanie, their leader. Melanie, of the apple cheeks and soft petal lips. Melanie, with her quick, cunning smile. He stirred in his chair, leaning casually on his elbow to see what they did.
Sky, grass, woods . . . and a shape in the trees. Another girl.
"There is the matter of the runners," volunteered a new voice, George Winston.
"Aye, the runners," began the murmurs across the room, and the marquess sat down again.
The woodsgirl realized that she had been discovered. She stood frozen as well, smaller than the other four, pressed up against the trunk of a tree. Kit could make out one pale hand against the bark, fingers splayed. He could not see her face.
Very, very slowly, she began to ease backward.
Melanie had turned to the others. She was speaking. She was taking off her hat.
". . . precisely as I said. We cannot risk further incidents with outsiders. We were fortunate enough to capture the Williams boy before he had gotten too far, but the next time may be the time that he--or some other hotheaded young fool--manages to evade us. I shudder to think of what might have happened had he made it past the shire. I need to have a word with his parents again. And then the gamekeepers, I think . . ."
The woodsgirl had managed hardly a step. Perhaps she hoped the others were bluffing; Kit, however, knew Melanie better than that. With infinite care the girl slid back another step, and then Kit caught her profile. It was that lass, the scrawny one always ducking from crowds, peering out of shadows . . . what was her name? He frowned, trying in his mind to place her amid the intricate shoots and branches of the tribe families. He'd seen her mostly around the village, brown-haired, white-skinned. Timid. Mousy, even, if such a word could be applied to any member of their kin.
Melanie's group began to walk toward her and the woodsmouse froze again--then lost her nerve. She skipped back. It was all Melanie needed.
The four girls broke into a sprint.
Kit straightened in his chair, forgetting his father's meeting. Four against one was hardly sporting, especially as the prey was so much younger than the hunters. The mouse vanished from view, swiftly followed by the others. He had glimpses of gowns flashing through the trees, and then nothing.
Calm settled back upon the forest, unbroken, silent as winter snow.
Kit uncrossed his ankles, considering. He'd seen the little mouse more and more of late, now that he thought about it. Always quiet, always alone.
If she had any sense, she'd head for the river. They might lose her scent there--
"Christoff? Christoff! Are you listening, boy?"
"Aye," Kit answered, with just that trace of surliness guaranteed to send color into his father's cheeks. "The perimeter, the runners. Dire peril to the tribe, et cetera."
"How gratifying to have your attention." The marquess thinned his lips. "Perhaps, then, you might have a suggestion for the council?"
For the first time Kit looked around at the gathered faces fixed upon him, tanned and pale and avid eyes.
"Regarding the matter of your bride?" prompted his father softly.
Kit opened his mouth to speak. But just then the woods erupted; the young girl hurtled out of the trees in a flap of skirts and mad streaming hair, her face flushed, cutting a sharp angle across the perfectly manicured rear lawn.
Kit stood, and all the men turned.
"What the--oh--it's--"
"The Hawthorne gel," said George. "Halfling. Clara, Clareta--"
"Clarissa," supplied Kit, in a spark of memory. "And Mel," he added dryly, as the other four emerged at her heels, gaining.
"Ah." The marquess took his seat again with his back to the window. "Halfling. Well, then, no matter. Gentlemen, shall we continue?"
But Kit remained standing, watching the lass run.
She crept into the cottage kitchen on her toes but, as usual, wasn't furtive enough to fool her mother.
"Clarissa? Is that you?"
"Yes, Mama."
She ought to have known she couldn't slip in and hide; her mother's senses were far too keen for that. Or perhaps it was the draft from the back door that gave her away. Either way, she thought glumly, she was caught now.
"What are you doing, child?"
"Washing up."
She dipped her hands into the chipped basin on the counter, scrubbing, watching the water turn pink with blood. She found the dishcloth and ran it over her face, wiping off the dirt, more blood.
"Mama, would you like tea?" she called.
"Yes, dear. That would be lovely."
She set the kettle to boil and scooped the tea leaves from this morning's breakfast, still damp, back into the teapot. She tossed the wash water out over the back steps--sending a quick, nervous look around the garden first--and then refilled it from the cistern.
The kettle began to steam.
By the pot of geraniums on the windowsill was the polished tin oval she had given her mother last Christmas, hung up by a yellow ribbon. It showed the kitchen in dusky gray and always made her face into a long, funny shape that reminded her of a fish, but it was still a better mirror than the windowpanes.
Clarissa examined her reflection critically: her hair was snarled, the white tucker at her coll...
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By Apprentice007
I reread this book every few years and am always surprised by something I missed before. Abe's writing is clear and supple, like the caress of smoke that draws you down the plotline. Her characters seem real enough to reach out and touch, even supporting characters, which is a feat in itself!
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Boring
By Amazon Customer
I'm not hating this book, but i certainly don't love it. The plot is thin, the heroine annoying, the hero an manipulative ass. Their actions doesn't make sense and the romance only builds on their amazing "chemistry". Would not recommend.
2 of 3 people found the following review helpful.
Amazing dragonlore and romance
By Kyra_Athena
This book is phenomenal. Shana Abe's Last Mermaid was wonderful and this one is too. The plot flows and no details are left hanging. The writing style allows you to be right there with the characters. Clarissa Rue grew up an outcast among the drakon (dragon shape-shifters) being half human. At 17, she became the only female in 4 generations to be able to turn making her the Alpha female and mate to the Alpha male whether she likes it or not. Clarissa stages her death and escapes to London where she is an adept thief using the transitional mist (smoke) of the drakon and her skill with disguises. She earns the name the Smoke Thief and attracts the attention of the Alpha male and the rest of the tribe. Nonetheless, Alpha meets Alpha...My only disappointment was that the book wasn't longer. The size is probably 1/3 of the Last Mermaid. The last few lines in the epilogue hint at a future drakon novel though.
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