Seven years ago Kaylin fled the crime-riddled streets of Nightshade, knowing that something was after her. Children were being murdered -- and all had the same odd markings that mysteriously appeared on her own skin....
Since then, she's learned to read, she's learned to fight and she's become one of the vaunted Hawks who patrol and police the City of Elantra. Alongside the winged Aerians and the immortal Barrani, she's made a place for herself, far from the mean streets of her birth.
But children are once again dying, and a dark and familiar pattern is emerging. Kaylin is ordered back into Nightshade with a partner she knows she can't trust, a Dragon lord for a companion and a device to contain her powers -- powers that no other human has. Her task is simple -- find the killer, stop the murders...and survive the attentions of those who claim to be her allies!
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Posted January 21, 2009 by Quilts2 , Western Springs, ILCast in Shadow introduces a plethora of characters, complex but chaotic history, and poor editing. If the world the author created hadn't been so well defined I would have given up on the series altogether. The lead character, Kaylin, is a young orphan with an appalling background and a short attention span. Unfortunately for her she is also an unwilling heir to mysterious powers. In a semi-medieval world with flying man like creatures and other exotic aliens the young Kaylin is called upon to use her powers by those who wish her well and those who want her power.
The various species are interesting although of course little Kaylin overcomes all in her own bumbling fashion. When you read this book just accept that you'll be confused until about half way through when the story tightens up and goes somewhere.
Posted December 31, 2007 by soulssong , USAI found this story disjointed and hard to keep track of from one moment to the next. I was disappointed.
June 30, 2006
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Excerpt from Cast in Shadow by Michelle Sagara
Black circles under the eyes were not, Kaylin decided, a very attractive statement. Neither was hair matted with old sweat, or eyes red with lack of sleep. She accepted the fact that on this particular morning, mirrors were not going to be her friend. Luckily, she didn't have many of them in the small quarters she called home. She got out of bed slowly, studiously avoided the short hall that led from her bolted doors to the kitchen, the closets and the large space she lived in otherwise, and lifted clothing from beneath a rumpled pile, examining it carefully.
It sort of looked clean.
She pulled the linen tunic over her head, cursed as her hair caught in the strings that secured it and yanked, hard. Shadows fell over the ledge of her single window, stretching across the floor at an ominous angle. She was going to be late. Again.
Pants were less tricky; she only had a few, and chose the black leather ones. They were, at the moment, the only ones she owned that weren't cut, torn or bloody.
She'd have to ask Iron Jaw for a better clothing allowance. Or more time to spend the pittance she did have.
The mirror in the hall began to glow, and she cursed under her breath. She'd clearly have to ask him on a different morning.
"Coming," she muttered.
The mirror flashed, light hanging in the room like an extended, time-slowed bolt of lightning. Iron Jaw was in a lousy mood, and it wasn't even lunch. He hated to use the mirrors.
She buttoned up her pants, pulled on her boots and sidled her way toward the mirror, hoping that the light was the effect of lack of sleep. Not much hope there, really.
"Kaylin, where the hell have you been?"
No, the mirror this morning was definitely not her friend. She pulled her hair up, curled it in a tight bun and shoved the nearest stick she could find through its center. Then she picked up the belt on the table just to the left of that mirror and donned it, adjusting dagger hilts so they didn't butt against her lower ribs.
"Kaylin Neya, you'd better answer soon. I know you're there."
Putting on her best we-both-know-it's-fake smile, she walked over to the mirror and said, sweetly, "Good morning, Marcus."
Not a particularly encouraging sign, given that Marcus was Leontine, and had a bad habit of ripping the throats out of people who were stupid enough to annoy him. His lower fangs were in evidence as he snarled. But his eyes, cat eyes, were wide and unblinking in the golden fur that adorned his face, and his fur was not -- yet -- standing on end. His hands, however, were behind his back, and his broad chest was adorned with the full flowing robes of the Hawks.
Official dress. In the morning. Gods, she was going to be in trouble.
"Morning was two hours ago," he snapped.
"You're in fancy dress," she said, changing the subject about as clumsily as she ever did.
"And you look like shit. What the hell were you doing last night?"
"None of your business."
"Good answer," he growled. "Why don't you try it on the Hawklord?"
She groaned. "What day is it?"
"The fourth," he replied.
Fourth? She counted back, and realized that she'd lost a day. Again. "I'm missing something, aren't I?"
"Brains," he snapped. "And survival instinct. The Hawk-lord's been waiting for you for three hours."
"Tell him I'm dead."
"You will be if you don't get your ass in here." He muttered something else, a series of growls that she knew, from experience, meant something disparaging about humans. She let it pass. "I'll be there in half an hour."
"Dressed like that? You'll be out in thirty-five. On your ass."
She put her palm on the mirror's surface, cutting him off and scattering his image. Then she went to her closet and began to really move.
Bathed, cleaned, groomed and in the full dress uniform of the Hawks -- which still involved the only intact pants she owned.