The Edge lies between worlds, on the border between the Broken, where people shop at Wal-Mart and magic is a fairy tale—and the Weird, where blueblood aristocrats rule, changelings roam, and the strength of your magic can change your destiny…
Born to a family of conmen, Audrey Callahan left behind her life in the Edge for an unmagical existence in the Broken. Audrey is determined to stay on the straight and narrow, but when her brother gets into hot water, the former thief takes on one last heist and finds herself matching wits with a jack of all trades.
Kaldar Mar is a gambler, a lawyer, a thief, and a spy with some unusual talents that guarantee him lucrative work. When his latest assignment has him tracking down a stolen item, Kaldar doesn’t expect much of a challenge—until Audrey turns up to give him a run for his money.
But when the missing item falls into the hands of a lethal criminal, Kaldar realizes that in order to finish the job and survive, he’s going to need Audrey’s help…
The wyvern dipped down, banking above the clearing, which felt only slightly less thrilling than plunging down a drop in a roller-coaster. Audrey clutched on to her seat. The front of the cabin offered only two seats, and the boys had graciously let her sit next to Gaston and the enormous windshield, which she now sorely regretted.
“It will be fine,” Gaston told her. “The wyverns are difficult to stop so we’re just going to spiral down for a minute. Landing is actually kind of fun.”
Jack bared his teeth at her off his perch on top of a trunk. “He just says that because he isn’t human.”
Audrey tried to look anywhere but at the rapidly approaching trees. “Not human?”
“His grandmother had sex with a thoas,” Jack told her.
“Why thank you, Jack.” Gaston showed him his fist. “You’re so helpful.”
“I like to be helpful,” Jack told him.READ MORE
“I have strange teeth and my eyes glow, while you turn into a lynx and run around spraying your spunk on bushes. And you’re calling me not human? That’s rich.”
George cleared his throat.
Gaston looked at him. “What?”
George nodded at Audrey.
“What is it?”
George heaved a sigh. “We have a lady in our company.”
“I’m aware of that. I am not blind.”
“He’s telling you to watch the crude language,” Kaldar said, emerging from the cabin. He stopped between their two chairs, leaning on the backs with his arms. “How does it look?”
“Looks good,” Gaston said. “We’re in the clear.”
“Take him down.”
Gaston leaned forward to a complex, polished set of levers and knobs, and pushed several switches.
“So how does the wyvern know what you would like him to do?’ Audrey asked.
“He’s wearing a receiver device over his spark glands, just under his chin,” Kaldar told her. “When Gaston adjusts the magic frequency of the console, the receiver sends the new signal through the glands. The wyvern is trained to recognize the specific commands.”
“Just like a dog,” Gaston told her. “He knows sit and stay. Except in his case, Sit takes about five minutes.”
“Why?” Audrey asked.
“He’s very large.” Kaldar said. “So for him to land, everything has to align just right: approach, speed, wind, and so on.”
“What if he decides that Sit means turn upside down in the air?” she asked.
Kaldar leaned closer to her. “Then we all die a horrible death.”
Great. Audrey clenched her teeth.
“Afraid of flying?” Kaldar asked.
“No, I’m afraid of falling to my death.”
“If it will make you feel better, I could hold you.”
“In your dreams…”COLLAPSE