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Magic Dreams. Home · Magic Dreams Author: Andrews Ilona A Little Magic ( Spellbound; Ever After; In Dreams) · Read more. Magic Dreams: A Penguin Special from Ace (Kate Daniels) Ilona Andrews. From New York Times bestselling author Ilona Andrews comes a tale of darkness, Special from Ace (Kate Daniels) by Ilona Andrews Free PDF d0wnl0ad, audio. Book 4 in the Kate Daniels series in the Urban Fantasy genre. Novella told from Dali's point of view. The events of Magic Dreams take place.


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Metal clanged.

I winced. Rambo, you poor baby. The sunset turned and dropped into its rightful place with a shudder. The left lens of my glasses popped out of the frame and plunked onto my lap.

I swiped it off my jeans, squeezed my left eye shut, and climbed out of the car. Water soaked the asphalt, leaking from the hood — the enchanted water tank that let the car run during magic waves had ruptured. Kasen peered at me. Did you hurt yourself? Thank you, Captain Obvious.

Kasen nodded at the Mustang. He was smart, and strong, and incredibly hot — and the only time Jim noticed my existence was when I made myself into a pain in the ass or when he needed an expert on the ancient Far East. Otherwise, I might just as well have been invisible.

I raised my head to let Kasen know I meant business. When you die, can I have your car? You can barely see, Dali, and you take stupid chances. No offense. I bared my teeth at him. When it came down to it, he was a rat and I was a tiger. Kasen raised his hands up. Forget I said anything. A welcome warmth spread through my body — a magic wave had flooded the world. The distant roar of the gasoline engines choked and died.

It would take fifteen minutes of chanting to get the enchanted engines to start. The race was dead. They munched constantly or they went twitchy, meaning they suffered attacks of hypoglycemia: cold sweat, headaches, and convulsions, accompanied by nervousness and bouts of aggression. Not fun. I squinted my open eye at Kasen. There was no reason for him to offer me dinner. Most likely, he just wanted to butter me up so he could get a shot at Rambo after my demise.

Too bad for him — I might not have been the strongest weretiger or the most bloodthirsty, but my bloodline was pretty damn old. Lyc-V, the shapeshifter virus, and my family were good friends and the levels of virus in my body ran higher than they did in most shapeshifters.

The higher the concentration of the virus, the faster the regeneration. I was hard to kill. Nothing short of a fiery crash complete with a giant explosion at the end would send me into the afterlife, so if Kasen was hoping to inherit my car, he would get a smoking wreck for his trouble.

I wrinkled my nose at Kasen. I need to get home. He heaved a sigh. Maybe next time. Most people hid at night. The dark was when the monsters came out to play. Even nice monsters like me.

Magic Steals

The magic flowed full force, and Pooki, my Plymouth Prowler, made enough noise to shake the gods in their celestial palace. About three decades ago, Atlanta was the happening place in the South: all skyscrapers, trendy restaurants, and modern conveniences.

Tons of money and people moved through the city. And then the first magic wave hit. Magic ripped through the world. For three days it raged, making complicated technological marvels fail. Planes dropped out of the sky. Satellites plummeted to the ground.

Guns jammed or misfired. Electricity vanished and the cities went dark. Three days later, the technology returned but the world was never the same.

People said the magic came out of nowhere, but my grandmother told me she felt it building for years. It made total sense, considering the historical pattern of the First Shift, the one that was lost in antiquity. Approximately six thousand years ago, Homo Sapiens had built a great civilization based solely on magic. It generated so much magic that the balance between technology and magic was permanently disrupted.

The world seesawed way over to the technology side to compensate. The ancient civilization suffered an apocalypse, and the human race began rebuilding, this time using technology as its base.

Of course, they created a civilization so technologically advanced, that the seesaw shifted once again. The magic had to come back and crash the party. The distant roar of the gasoline engines choked and died. It would take fifteen minutes of chanting to get the enchanted engines to start. The race was dead. Wererats always knew this nice place to eat. They munched constantly or they went twitchy, meaning they suffered attacks of hypoglycemia: Not fun. I squinted my open eye at Kasen.

There was no reason for him to offer me dinner. Most likely, he just wanted to butter me up so he could get a shot at Rambo after my demise. Too bad for him — I might not have been the strongest weretiger or the most bloodthirsty, but my bloodline was pretty damn old. Lyc-V, the shapeshifter virus, and my family were good friends and the levels of virus in my body ran higher than they did in most shapeshifters.

The higher the concentration of the virus, the faster the regeneration. I was hard to kill. Nothing short of a fiery crash complete with a giant explosion at the end would send me into the afterlife, so if Kasen was hoping to inherit my car, he would get a smoking wreck for his trouble. I wrinkled my nose at Kasen. I need to get home. I drove through the tangled streets of Atlanta with the windows down. The wind swirled with scents: Most people hid at night.

Magic Dreams Kate Daniels 45 Ilona Andrews

The dark was when the monsters came out to play. Even nice monsters like me. The magic flowed full force, and Pooki, my Plymouth Prowler, made enough noise to shake the gods in their celestial palace. About three decades ago, Atlanta was the happening place in the South: Tons of money and people moved through the city.

And then the first magic wave hit. Magic ripped through the world. For three days it raged, making complicated technological marvels fail. Planes dropped out of the sky. Satellites plummeted to the ground. Guns jammed or misfired. Electricity vanished and the cities went dark. Three days later, the technology returned but the world was never the same. People said the magic came out of nowhere, but my grandmother told me she felt it building for years. It made total sense, considering the historical pattern of the First Shift, the one that was lost in antiquity.

Approximately six thousand years ago, Homo Sapiens had built a great civilization based solely on magic. It generated so much magic that the balance between technology and magic was permanently disrupted. The world seesawed way over to the technology side to compensate.

The ancient civilization suffered an apocalypse, and the human race began rebuilding, this time using technology as its base. Of course, they created a civilization so technologically advanced, that the seesaw shifted once again.

The magic had to come back and crash the party. Apocalypse in slow motion. We suck.

Magic Dreams

My house sat in a large wooded lot, all by its lonesome. The street to the left led to a ruined apartment building, now little more than a heap of rubble, and the neighbors to the back of me had fled the city a long time ago. I bought their land for a grand before they took off, busted the house up, hired contractors to build me an extra tall privacy fence, and now I had an awesome back yard. I maneuvered Pooki into my driveway, got out, raised the garage door, and carefully eased Pooki inside.

Of all the cars I ever had, the Prowler was my favorite. I loved the Indie-style wheels. As much as I hated to admit it, Kasen was right — I wrecked. A lot. I lowered the garage door and stepped into my kitchen. A scent floated past me on the draft. I inhaled it and froze. It smelled of sandalwood and amber, spiced with a hint of tangy sweat and male musk. A shiver dashed down my spine, setting every nerve on high alert.

Jim was here, waiting for me.

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In my wildest dreams, I would walk into the room and he would kiss me. The picture was so vivid in my head, I shivered. It would never happen. Come on, ugly blind girl, snap out of it. Jim was here because Kasen snitched on me, or because he needed some obscure scroll identified. I followed the scent, moving softly on my toes. Living room, hallway, bathroom, bedroom.

The scent sparked here. He was in my bedroom.

I would lose it. Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip. I padded into the bedroom.

Skip to content You are here: Dali's Novella 1. Part of the Kate Daniels series: Novella told from Dali's point of view. April 7, Editors:Even nice monsters like me. He was still here, or he had been here just a second ago. Probably Paranormal Activity Division. Kasen stepped out of my view, and I could hear him grunt as he grabbed hold of the bumper, lifted and twisted.

Too bad for him — I might not have been the strongest weretiger or the most bloodthirsty, but my bloodline was pretty damn old. Of course, they created a civilization so technologically advanced, that the seesaw shifted once again.

Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip. About three decades ago, Atlanta was the happening place in the South: Magic ripped through the world.

These were unsafe times.

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