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Zusatztext Praise for the USA Today bestselling Alex Craft novels “A rare treat! intriguing and original. Don’t miss this one.”—Patricia Briggs! #1 New York Times bestselling author “An endlessly entertaining world....Alex Craft is quickly becoming one of the heavy-hitting protagonists in urban fantasy.”—All Things Urban Fantasy “Fascinating magic! a delicious heartthrob! and a fresh! inventive world.”—Chloe Neill! New York Times bestselling author “If you love urban fantasy! DO NOT miss out on this series.”—Kings River Life Magazine “This series is more addictive than chocolate.”—Huntress Book Reviews “A truly original and compelling urban fantasy series.”— RT Book Reviews Informationen zum Autor Kalayna Price is the USA Today bestselling author of the Alex Craft novels including Grave Ransom , Grave Visions , Grave Memory , Grave Dance , and Grave Witch . Ms. Price draws her ideas from the world around her, her studies into ancient mythologies, and her obsession with classic folklore. Klappentext THE FIRST NOVEL IN THE USA TODAY BESTSELLING ALEX CRAFT SERIES! Grave witch Alex Craft can speak to the dead! but that doesn't mean she likes what they have to say. As a private investigator and consultant for the police! Alex Craft has seen a lot of dark magic. But even though she's on good terms with Death himself! nothing has prepared her for her latest case. When she's raising a "shade" involved in a high profile murder! it attacks her! and then someone makes an attempt on her life. Someone really doesn't want her to know what the dead have to say! and she'll have to work with mysterious homicide detective Falin Andrews to figure out why.... CHAPTER ONE The first time I encountered Death, I hurled my mother's medical chart at him. As far as impressions went, I blew it, but I was five at the time, so he eventually forgave me. Some days I wished he hadn't?particularly when we crossed paths on the job. "Ms. Craft, this is beyond unacceptable." Henry Baker accented the statement with a plump fist slicing the air before his face. Behind him loomed Death. Eighteen years of practice kept my gaze off the jeans-clad soul collector and on my client, whose face darkened from cherry red to bruised purple. I fingered the spray of funeral lilies at my side, dreading the direction this conversation was taking. "Our contract stipulated I raise the shade. I did." Baker swatted aside my protest. "You promised me results." "I said you could ask your questions." I leaned against his father's coffin. It wasn't exactly respectful, but I'd just shoved the senior Baker's shade back into his body two hours before his funeral. Respect had nothing to do with this job. But hey, a paycheck is a paycheck. Baker turned on his heel and stomped across the aisle. I waited. I knew what was coming. Baker was a fortune hunter?a failed one at that?and I'd worked with his like before. Death followed in Baker's wake. He exaggerated each heavy step, mocking the chubby man's jerky movements. All the while, a grin clung to his lips, his dark eyes never leaving me. This had better be a social visit. I met his gaze, pleading, warning?I didn't care which?him to leave my client alone. He flashed a row of perfectly straight teeth, which didn't tell me anything. Baker continued to pace. Well, best get this part over quickly. "According to our contract, you can pay by cash, check, or money order. Will you need a receipt?" Baker jerked to a stop. His eyes bulged, the skin hanging from his cheeks shaking. "I refuse to pay for this." Here we go. I shoved away from the casket. "Listen, mister, you wanted a shade raised. I raised a shade. If dear old dad didn't say what you wanted, well, tha...
