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Zusatztext Praise for the House Immortal Novels “Devon Monk’s writing is addictive.”—Rachel Vincent, New York Times Bestselling Author of The Stars Never Rise “[Monk is] a powerhouse.”—A Book Obsession “Original and intriguing.”—All Things Urban Fantasy “ House Immortal brings Frankenstein into a new world, and Devon Monk puts it together excellently!”—Drey’s Library “An excellent story. Devon Monk is incredible at weaving a tale that makes the reader excited, crazy and astonished all at the same time.”—Fiction Vixen Informationen zum Autor Devon Monk has one husband and two sons, and lives in Oregon. She writes the Allie Beckstrom and Broken Magic urban fantasy series and the Age of Steam steampunk series. She also drinks too much coffee and knits silly things. To find out more about her novels or short stories, visit her online. Klappentext The national bestselling author of Infinity Bell returns to her "fresh and unique”* world where the truce between the ruling Houses has shattered and chaos now reigns. Only one woman has the power to save the world—but she could also destroy it. . . . Matilda Case never thought of herself as a hero. But because she is galvanized—and nearly immortal in her stitched, endlessly healing body—she doesn't have much of a choice. Even if she doesn't want to save the world, she's the only one capable of traveling in time to do so. But her rescue attempt hasn't gone as planned. She's stuck in an alternate universe, and her world is in danger of disappearing. Worst of all, an unfathomably powerful man who can also travel through history doesn't want her to put things to rights. He's willing to wage bloody war to stop Matilda, unless she surrenders control of time to him. Now, with the minutes ticking, Matilda must make impossible decisions, knowing that one wrong choice will destroy her—and any chance of saving everything she loves. . . . *A Book Obsession Leseprobe 1 I’m not one to write my thoughts down. But the doctors say a journal is good for my mental state. So from this ruined and dying body, I cast my hello. If you’re out there, Matilda, I’ll find you. —W.Y. “This is a bad idea, Evelyn. A bad idea.” My brother, Quinten Case, paced the dirt patch just outside our farmhouse door, one hand stuck stiff-fingered in his dark, curled hair. His other hand kept drifting toward the gun holstered on his thigh, while his gaze flicked constantly toward the kitchen window. The flannel shirt and work boots he wore didn’t disguise who I knew he really was: a restless genius and a brilliant stitcher of living things. I should know. After all, I was one of the living things he’d stitched together. “Matilda,” I corrected him gently. I was sitting on the top edge of a rain barrel, thunk ing my bootheels absently against the hollow side of it, and wondering what else about my farm and my world had changed since the Wings of Mercury experiment had broken and then mended time. “I’m not Evelyn anymore, Quinten.” He pulled his fingers out of his hair and waved impatiently at me. I guess he was still trying to get used to the changes in his world too. I understood why he was calling me Evelyn. I was born his sister, and named Matilda Case. But when I was a little girl, I’d become deathly ill. Quinten and his genius mind had found a way to transfer my thoughts, my personality, my mind into the comatose body of a girl named Evelyn. A girl who had been asleep for more than three hundred years. He stitched everything that made me me into her. It had been a desperate, risky thing to try. But he had succeeded. In my world, in my time, I’d woken up in her body as Matilda, and lived until I was twenty-six. That was when we’d done something even more desperate: Quinten had sent me back in time...
