{"product_id":"a-taint-in-the-blood-isbn-9780451463685","title":"A Taint in the Blood","description":"\u003cb\u003eFrom S. M. Stirling, the “master of speculative fiction” (\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e) and the author of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling Novels of the Change, comes a new vision, as a man battles the dark forces of the world—including those in his own blood…\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003e            \u003c\/b\u003eAeons ago, \u003ci\u003eHomo nocturnus\u003c\/i\u003e ruled the Earth. Possessing extraordinary powers, they were the source of all manner of myths and legends. Though their numbers have been greatly reduced, they exist still—though not as purebreds.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAdrian Brézé is one such being. Wealthy and reclusive, he is more Shadowspawn than human. He rebelled against his own kind, choosing to live as an ordinary man, fighting against his darker nature. But Adrian’s sister is determined to bring back the reign of the Shadowspawn, and now she has struck him at his weakest point by kidnapping his human lover, Ellen.                              \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo save Ellen—and perhaps all of humanity—Adrian must rejoin a battle he swore he would never fight again.The author of the popular \"Change\" novels (\u003ci\u003eDies the Fire, The Protector's War\u003c\/i\u003e) begins a new urban fantasy series featuring a variant version of werewolves, bringing to it an extraordinary eye for detail and a feel for characterizations.  -\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A TERRIFIC URBAN FANTASY.” – Genre Go Round Reviews\u003cb\u003eS. M. Stirling\u003c\/b\u003e is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Time\u003c\/i\u003es bestselling author of many science fiction and fantasy novels, including the Novels of the Change (including\u003ci\u003e Prince of Outcasts, The Desert and the Blade, The Golden Princess, The Given Sacrifice, Lord of Mountains\u003c\/i\u003e) and the Shadowspawn series (\u003ci\u003eA Taint in the Blood, The Council of Shadows, Shadows of Falling Night\u003c\/i\u003e).\u003cb\u003eSante Fe, New Mexico—2010\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Thank you, Herr Müller,\" Adrian Brézé said, in German.  \"Most comprehensive and detailed.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eThank you for making me do this with a hangover\u003c\/i\u003e, he added mentally, blinking in the bright late-afternoon sunlight that poured through the great windows behind him and reflected off the pale stucco of the wall and the backs of the books.  \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eOne might argue it's my fault, but it's also far too painful for me to be fair\u003c\/i\u003e, he went on to himself as he hit the button and the drapes swept across to put the room in shadow.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man on the other side of the video call was square-faced, with thinning blond hair and an immaculate suit.  If he found Adrian's bathrobe odd for what was technically a business meeting, he didn't say a word.  The commissions probably ensured that, even for an anal-retentive German broker in Frankfurt.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I believe the quarterly report is satisfactory,\" Müller went on.  \"Especially considering current market conditions.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"It will stay satisfactory as long as my instructions are followed precisely,\" Adrian said.  \"That was why I parted company with Willoughby's in London.  They took time arguing with me in '09, and cost me a good deal.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"There will be no problems of that nature with us, Herr Brézé.\"  A hesitation.  \"Although I would appreciate some idea of the procedure you use for your selections.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I look at the listings and flip a coin,\" Adrian said succinctly.  \"It's a subconscious process.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA slight sour smile rewarded him.  \"As you wish, Herr Brézé.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen the screen on the wall returned to its drifting colors he rose and walked down the long corridor to the pool room.  It wasn't large, but it did have a wave function that let you swim against an artificial current.  And it was gratefully dim, which helped with his throbbing headache.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe'd tried to drown his sorrows in a bottle of Camus Cuvée 3.128.  Getting drunk on that miracle of the Grande Champagne country was mildly blasphemous, and hadn't solved his problems.  It didn't make the house less echoingly empty, or chase away the shadows of Ellen's presence that would haunt it now.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eCognac didn't make me feel less cold.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut at least the brandy had delayed having to think about it, and the pain did the same now.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eI wouldn't have been good for her in the long run, anyway. You shouldn't be around real people, Adrian.  You know that.  You know why you didn't try harder to make it up.  Keep that thought in mind. Ellen… deserves better.  All you can do for her is let her go, and make it plain it's all your fault.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Which evidently she does.  Throwing a decanter at your head is a \u003ci\u003ehint\u003c\/i\u003e, Adrian.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe drank four glasses of water, did some stretches and slipped into the pool.  Tylenol, rehydration and exercise made him feel —\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Halfway human,\" he said as he toweled off, laughed and swept back the drapes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe was still hungry after scrambled eggs with chives, three rashers of Canadian bacon and pumpernickel-rye toast.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"But then, I'm always hungry,\" he murmured to himself, the habit of a man much alone.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe hunger never went away, but you could learn to act as if it had; just as he could put aside the ache that he'd never be seeing Ellen again\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You have experience with enduring cravings that can never be satisfied, eh?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis mood was mellow enough after the second cup of Blue Mountain coffee and first cigarette that he only cursed mildly when the doorbell rang.  It was someone who knew the code, too.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere was a screen over the sink in the kitchen.  He looked at the man standing outside his front door and sighed; medium-tall, tanned, cropped white-and-brown hair, very fit for sixty, dressed in jeans and boots and windcheater, and holding up an elevated middle finger to the should-have-been-invisible video pickup.  Adrian sighed again and stacked the dishes in the washer.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Harvey!\" he said, opening the door without standing aside.  \"How not glad I am to see you again after so long!\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You'd rather have a giant pink rabbit on your doorstep?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I can do that.  You can't.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Stop being an asshole and let me in, Adrian,\" Harvey said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe gravelly voice held a hint of Texas, smoothed and overlain by a lifetime of travel.  His eyes went up and down the younger man's form, from silk polo shirt to handmade kidskin shoes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Still dressing like an Italian pimp, I see.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Like a very expensive French gigolo, actually.  Come on in, and don't stay as long as you like.  Mi casa es mi casa.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHarvey Ledbetter walked through and stopped for a moment to look at a gold-and-umber toned painting of a woman in a long dress, sitting with her back to the viewer and reading before a dresser.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Souvenir from the London thing in '02?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"They'd only take it again if I returned it to the museum,\" Adrian said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHarvey grunted agreement, then went on into the glass-walled living room.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Still living in this silicon-birdcage piece of sub-Corbusier shit,\" he said.  \"I wouldn't, if I had your money.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLooking down his gaze swept over a steep tumbled wilderness of ravines and piñion and juniper and patches of old snow.  In the middle distance two mule deer sprang out of bare cottonwoods along a creek, and a red-tailed hawk went by just below the retaining wall at the edge of the cliff.  Beyond lay a ragged blue immensity, rising to the snow-capped Sangre del Christo range.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I send you a lot of my money.  Besides, I'm a Shadowspawn, remember, Harvey?  I'm evil.  Of course I like Modernist architecture.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You bought it for the view.  And you're not evil, you just have a lot of relatives who are,\" Harvey said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA low table in rough-cast glass held a malachite box.  Harvey opened it and took one of the slim brown-banded cigarettes within and lit it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"And anyway,\" he went on, sinking into a leather-cushioned chair.  \"A lot of Shadowspawn \u003ci\u003ehate\u003c\/i\u003e Modernist stuff.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"That's the old Moustache Petes.  Some of them still wear opera cloaks all the time.  For God's sake, Brâncuşi sleeps in a coffin!\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You're not keeping up with the war news,\" Harvey grinned.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"No, I'm not.  I told the Brotherhood I was resigning after that monumental cluster-fuck in Calcutta and made it stick when they threatened me.\" \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"As I recall, I backed you up on that.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You did.  I thank you again.  You're still not going to \u003cu\u003e\u003ci\u003etalk\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e me into coming back. What part of \u003ci\u003eretired\u003c\/i\u003e don't you understand, Harv?  We've had this argument before.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Thought you might want to know about Brâncuşi.  He's dead.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAdrian raised an eyebrow.  \"He's been dead since 1942, and it hasn't slowed him down much.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"No, I mean \u003ci\u003ereally\u003c\/i\u003e dead, not just his birth-body.  I took a team in there and we got some plutonium wedges into his coffin.  That'll teach him to use a mausoleum without an escape tunnel just because it's authentic.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAdrian froze for an instant.  The ghost of a pain worse than silver shivered along his nerves.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Christ.  Now I'm impressed,\" he said.  \"It's been… a long time since the Brotherhood got one of the masters.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Since \u003cu\u003ewe\u003c\/u\u003e got one, Brézé and Ledbetter, best team in the business.  Remember Zhuge Jin?  Good times, right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAdrian remembered naked terror, the pain of knives slashing at his body, the rage that could not be contained and the face of a killer beast staring at him from his own mirror.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Not exactly,\" he said dryly.  \"And it didn't accomplish anything.  The bad guys won a long time ago.  If you don't believe me, I can turn on CNN.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You're even more optimistic than usual, Adrian.  What happened, a truck run over your puppy?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAdrian went to stand before the window, looking over the hills and letting smoke curl out of his nostrils as the sight soothed him.  \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Well, my girlfriend left me last night.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"She throw a bottle of brandy at your head, or did you just crawl into one?\" Harvey said, his nostrils dilating.  \"Smells like good stuff.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Both.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"She's OK?\" Harvey's voice was careful.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAdrian's mouth quirked up.  \"As far as I know, unless she went off a curve driving back to town.  And the police would have contacted me if that happened.  Call it a learning experience.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe other man relaxed.  \"And what did you learn?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"That masochists don't really want to be treated badly.  They just want to \u003ci\u003eplay\u003c\/i\u003e at being treated badly.  And that the more I knew Ellen, the more I liked her; and more I liked her, the more I knew I was bad for her.  It's… not a problem with any solution that's good for \u003ci\u003eme\u003c\/i\u003e.  I hope she can be happy, but that meant letting her go.  Driving her away.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe banter dropped out of the other man's voice.  \"You're part human, Adrian.  Never forget it.  You're not a bad person.  You've got problems but you try hard to work around them.  Dammit, I raised you for ten years.  I \u003ci\u003eknow\u003c\/i\u003e.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I killed my foster-parents, Harvey. My egg hatched and I know what came out.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHarvey shook his head.  \"I don't think you did kill them, Adrian.  I think that was your sister.  And… she's back in town.  That's what I came to tell you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAdrian whirled.  His cigarette fell from his fingers to the rough flagstone of the floor.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You're sure?\" he whispered. \"Adrienne?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Pretty sure.  We've got a hack on the face-recognition program Homeland Security is running on the surveillance cameras at Albuquerque Sunport.  I can't think of anywhere else in New Mexico she'd be interested in.  She's not one of their watchers at Los Alamos and they don't have anyone that high-powered working the State government.  Their renfields handle that.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Christ!  I thought the Council was going to leave me alone if I stayed out of things!\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHarvey stared at him, his faded blue eyes steady.  \"Like, you \u003ci\u003etrust\u003c\/i\u003e them?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Well… no.  More like trusted their self-interest in keeping me retired.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"The Brotherhood doesn't think she's here on an official errand for them, anyway.  She still has a major jones for you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Tell me about it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe picked up the cigarette, crushed it out, tried to light another.  That fell from his hands onto the floor.  He forced himself to breathe, in and out, in and out.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eFear is natural.  Let it pass without feeding on itself.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"And she might not give a damn what the masters thought.  Shadowspawn…\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Aren't team players, yeah,\" Adrian said, keeping the raw terror out of his voice by main strength. \"Especially not us concentrated pure-strain types.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe scrubbed his hands across his face, feeling his brains begin to work again.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eI\u003c\/i\u003e hate\u003ci\u003e that deer-in-the-headlights feeling.  Fuck, she hasn't killed or turned me yet, and it's not because she didn't try!  The honors were about even in Calcutta.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA little voice whispered at the back of his mind:  \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eBut since then she's been practicing, growing stronger, and you've been trying to deny what you are.  You both have the genes for the Power, but that only means so much.  You were a warrior then. What are you now?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I can't very well appeal to the Council to call her off, either,\" Adrian said.  \"Not if it's a family matter — and they'd think it was.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"She \u003ci\u003e is\u003c\/i\u003e your twin sister, biologically speaking,\" Harvey pointed out.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAdrian turned and shook his head slowly.  \"No.  She's my anima.  My own personal nightmare.  She's the mirror I can't break.  How long has she been here?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"A little less than two days.  Probably sniffing out the lay of the land.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThen Adrian's face went fluid; he could feel the blood draining from it, with a shock greater than fear for himself.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\"Ellen!\"\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Ace","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44885352644837,"sku":"NP9780451463685","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780451463685.jpg?v=1767720834","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/a-taint-in-the-blood-isbn-9780451463685","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}