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    Cloak & Ghost: Blood Ring
    Cloak & Ghost: Blood Ring
    Cloak & Ghost: Blood Ring
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    Cloak & Ghost: Blood Ring

    By Jonathan Moeller

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    Caina Amalas meets Nadia Moran in this epic crossover novel from USA Today bestselling author Jonathan Moeller!

    My name is Nadia, and I'm a shadow agent of the High Queen of the Elves.

    When the High Queen sends me to take down a corrupt Congressman, it should be an easy job.

    Except someone else is coming after the Congressman.

    And Caina Amalas might be a powerful ally or a deadly enemy...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJonathan Moeller
    Release dateAug 4, 2018
    ISBN9780463614525
    Cloak & Ghost: Blood Ring
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    Jonathan Moeller

    Standing over six feet tall, Jonathan Moeller has the piercing blue eyes of a Conan of Cimmeria, the bronze-colored hair of a Visigothic warrior-king, and the stern visage of a captain of men, none of which are useful in his career as a computer repairman, alas.He has written the "Demonsouled" trilogy of sword-and-sorcery novels, and continues to write the "Ghosts" sequence about assassin and spy Caina Amalas, the "$0.99 Beginner's Guide" series of computer books, and numerous other works.Visit his website at:http://www.jonathanmoeller.comVisit his technology blog at:http://www.jonathanmoeller.com/screed

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      Cloak & Ghost - Jonathan Moeller

      CLOAK & GHOST: BLOOD RING

      Jonathan Moeller

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      Description

      Caina Amalas meets Nadia Moran in this epic crossover novel from USA Today bestselling author Jonathan Moeller!

      My name is Nadia, and I'm a shadow agent of the High Queen of the Elves.

      When the High Queen sends me to take down a corrupt Congressman, it should be an easy job.

      Except someone else is coming after the Congressman.

      And Caina Amalas might be a powerful ally or a deadly enemy...

      ***

      Cloak & Ghost: Blood Ring

      Copyright 2018 by Jonathan Moeller.

      Smashwords Edition.

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      Ebook edition published August 2018.

      All Rights Reserved.

      This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, or, if real, used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the express written permission of the author or publisher, except where permitted by law.

      ***

      Author’s Note

      This novel takes place immediately after CLOAK GAMES: MAGE FALL. (In other words, you should probably read CLOAK GAMES: MAGE FALL first.)

      Over the last few years, people have asked me to write a crossover where Nadia Moran meets Caina Amalas.

      I’ve always resisted doing it because I’ve never really cared for crossovers. Also, I couldn’t figure out a way to write a crossover book that would make sense. Like, does Caina fall through a magic portal or a wormhole or something and land in Nadia’s world? A setup like that always seems contrived and forced.

      Then I thought about Sherlock Holmes.

      The original Holmes stories were set in the 1880s and the 1890s of London (with occasional jaunts into the British countryside), but other writers since have set Holmes stories at different times and places. The Basil Rathbone movies about Holmes, for instance, were set in the 1940s. Recently the BBC made a series about a tech-savvy Sherlock Holmes who lived in 21st century London and dealt with modern crimes like cyber heists and terrorism. There’s a version of Sherlock Holmes who solves mysteries in the 22nd century, and another who has battled the cosmic monsters of HP Lovecraft’s mythos.

      Thinking along those lines, what if Caina was born and grew up and lived in Nadia’s world? What if Nadia met a version of Caina who lived on Earth?

      What would happen when the two of them met?

      Let’s find out now.

      Enjoy the story!

      ***

      Chapter 1: A Royal Request

      The High Queen summoned me at two in the morning on August 31st.

      I was sleeping on the couch in my husband’s condo.

      Riordan had a condo in Manhattan, and it was nice. Like, seriously nice. I had known vaguely that Riordan had money, but I hadn’t realized how much money. He had a corner condo on the top floor of an expensive building in midtown Manhattan, the kind of place that it takes mid-six figures to buy.

      Apparently, he had lived here for years. It had four bedrooms, one of which had been converted into an armory and a workshop and another into a well-equipped gym. The condo also featured a large living room and dining room, and even a balcony where you could stand and watch the lights of the cars on the surface streets far below. Despite the expensive condo, the furniture wasn’t pretentious – lots of couches with big, soft cushions. My husband liked to read, and so he had bookshelves lining the walls of the living room. The bedroom had a king-sized bed, the largest bed I had personally ever slept in, and I had also learned that a king-sized bed was extremely comfortable for certain other marital activities.

      But it felt strange to sleep in that huge bed without Riordan, so I was sleeping on the couch by myself.

      Riordan was out of town for business. He was a member of the Family of the Shadow Hunters, the secret society dedicated to hunting down and eliminating creatures from the Shadowlands that attacked Earth (along with the men and women who trafficked with such creatures). He had gone to the UK to help deal with a pack of wraithwolves that had been terrorizing the Greater Manchester area. I would have gone with him. I wanted to go with him, and he would have liked me to come.

      And not just from the pleasure of my company. I had a bit of experience fighting wraithwolves. A century and a half or so.

      The problem was that I didn’t actually have a passport yet.

      In the bad old days when I worked for Morvilind, that wouldn’t have stopped me. I would have used the Mask spell to disguise myself or forged the necessary documents under a false identity. But I was legitimate now, sort of. The High Queen had given me a retroactive pardon for every illegal thing I had done before the attack on New York, and I was one of her shadow agents now. (I was entirely certain Tarlia had more than one shadow agent.) So that meant I had to try to do things legally when possible so I didn’t embarrass my boss. I had filled out the necessary forms at both the post office and a Homeland Security branch office, had my picture taken and a DNA scan done, and now I needed to wait four to eight weeks for the passport documentation to arrive.

      The next time Riordan went to the UK on business for the Shadow Hunters, I would come with him.

      For now, I was on my own until he returned. And that meant I had his condo in New York to myself. Complete with that huge bed, which felt empty and cold without him, so I had retreated to the couch.

      I turned over, trying to get comfortable as I adjusted the blankets. I was little embarrassed at myself. God, was I really going to be one of those women who had a difficult time sleeping when her husband was away?

      Guess so.

      I drifted to sleep around 11 PM, and I got a good three hours or so until I woke up. What woke me up was a nightmare. I was back in the twisted simulacrum of a small town that had filled the Eternity Crucible, fighting as wraithwolves closed around me. I cast spells of fire and lightning and ice, killing them by the dozens, but still they kept coming. I killed and killed, but at last, they piled onto me, their weight driving me to the ground, fangs and claws sinking into my flesh…

      I awoke and felt the weight of the wraithwolves on me.

      I surged to my feet with a shriek, the blanket falling away. My eyes darted around the living room, looking over the couches, the end tables, the big TV, the rows of books on their wooden shelves. The wraithwolves were there, I was sure of it, and I called elemental fire to my hand as I spun, ready to blast them dead. I saw the lights of Manhattan through the windows in the dining room, and…

      Wait. There hadn’t been skyscrapers in the Eternity Crucible.

      I blinked in confusion, looking at the blanket where it had dropped to the floor. The blanket. It was a big, thick blanket, and in the confusion of the nightmare, I had mistaken its weight for a wraithwolf.

      So now I was standing in my underwear in my husband’s condo at two in the morning, ready to burn the place down because I thought the creatures of the Shadowlands were after me.

      Jesus, Nadia, I whispered to myself, closing my eyes and dismissing the magic I had summoned. I forced myself to calm down, though a tremor still went through my hands. That would be a fine present for Riordan when he returned, wouldn’t it? We had been married just over two weeks, and the first time he has to leave on work for the Shadow Hunters, I burn down his condo while he’s gone?

      I sighed and paced in a circle, taking deep breaths until my heart rate slowed back down to normal. Sleep wasn’t happening again for a while, so I stooped, folded the blanket, and put it back on the couch. I decided to get my workout in early. I didn’t have anything better to do, and perhaps exercise would tire me out enough that I could get back to sleep. After that, maybe I would catch a flight back to Milwaukee and stay with the Marneys and Russell until Riordan got back from Britain.

      I had always been a loner, but I was beginning to suspect that I had become the kind of woman who shouldn’t be left alone with herself for too long.

      My mind made up, I took one step towards the bedroom.

      My phone rang.

      I stopped and looked back at the end table. Was it Riordan? London was five hours ahead of New York, so he was probably awake by now. Then again, Shadow Hunters tended to keep odd hours for their work.

      I stepped to the end table and picked up my new phone. My old phone had caught fire in the Shadowlands, and I had smashed my phone before that in a fit of rage and grief. This new phone was a high-end model with all sorts of elaborate features, though I was going to customize it with abilities more useful to my particular line of work.

      I recognized the number on the screen.

      It wasn’t Riordan.

      Shit, I muttered, then I took a deep breath to calm myself and lifted the phone to my ear. Hello?

      Good evening, Mrs. MacCormac, said a dry male voice. It was Robert Exeter, one of the troop of lawyers/secretaries who followed the High Queen everywhere to take dictation. Riordan had told me that Julius Caesar had been famous for having multiple scribes following him everywhere to take down his correspondence, and apparently, the High Queen did the same thing. Or good morning, I suppose. I trust you are well?

      Just great, I lied. What can I do for you?

      The High Queen wishes your presence at once, said Exeter.

      I felt my throat go dry. The High Queen had said she would have work for me once my honeymoon was over. It had been over for a day and a half, and already she was calling. I’ll get there as soon as I can. Where are you?

      We are waiting for you at 40th Street south of Bryant Park, said Exeter.

      I blinked. Really? That’s not far. The building with Riordan’s condo was on the block of 6th Avenue and 43rd Street. It would be a ten-minute walk to Bryant Park.

      It is not, said Exeter. I suggest you arrive within the next half-hour.

      Yeah, I said. Be there soon.

      I hung up, took a deep breath, and hurried to the bedroom to get dressed. I wore the clothes I usually did – black jeans, snug gray sweater, and running shoes. Over it all, I donned a long black pea coat, and I put my phone and a small revolver into the interior pockets. The clothes were too heavy for New York in August, but that was all right.

      I often felt a lot colder than most people. Another fun little consequence of the Eternity Crucible.

      I left the condo and took the elevator to the lobby. I usually preferred the stairs (it’s a great mini-workout), but I didn’t want to keep the High Queen waiting. I hurried from the lobby and headed for Bryant Park at a brisk walk. The air was torrid and hot. The temperature had been ninety-five yesterday, and it was supposed to be hot again tomorrow. Or later today, I suppose. It was two in the morning, but there were still a few people on the streets, mostly inebriated people heading home from various bars and clubs. It probably wasn’t safe for one woman to walk the streets alone at night, but New York had a massive Homeland Security presence after the Rebel attack, and the men-at-arms of the local Elven nobles still

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