Best Alan Furst Novel Novels & Stories

When he stepped into the backyard with not one trace of a limp, I grinned. He grinned right back and said, “I’ve got to report this back to Aldrich and let him know he picked a good one.” In assumed gratitude, Alan provided me with books the next day. One even had recorded treatment for wolf related conditions, which I had been adamantly searching for a few months. It was hard to attain books related to werewolf medicine, especially as an outsider to the palace tucked away in a cottage. On the fourth day since Aldrich’s departure, Alan returned with another stack of medicinal books. I laughed in delight as he plopped them on the table, breathless.

She felt Aidan being pulled violently away from her body forcefully and sat up, looking around. Aidan was standing a few metres in front of the sofa, his hackles raised. He had his back to her and was growling with rage, his fangs out and his claws extended. Lauren stood up and her heart skipped as she saw who the intruder was. A wolf with pitch black fur stood before Aidan. Its eyes were glowing red and it had a ring of reddened skin around its neck, just like Aidan's. Lauren knew immediately what it was and who sent it.

It was different from the abrupter manners of the Canadian country-folk. He shook hands with Bob and Carl, and there was an exchange of greetings, while the cousins all took stock of one another. They were all within two or three years of the same age. Alice had almost exactly the years of Joe. Bob Harman, tall, strongly-built, fair-haired, was the oldest. Carl was the youngest, and his darker complexion recalled his mother, who had come from Alabama twenty years before. The Harmans liked the looks of their new cousin, and Alice was privately much impressed with his picturesque appearance and his Southern manner. They had already begun to grow accustomed to the soft Alabama drawl and slurred

I was so over this crap, I just wanted Charlie back in my arms, it was horrible with her being so far away “You are supposed to be my brother, do you not want to help me?” “It’s not that I don’t want to help, I just think we might be falling into a trap” Kayla comes quickly into the office carrying a large book, she looks flustered as she slams the open book down on the table sending bits of dust everywhere and making me cough. Kayla apologises and asks if we have heard about the one to rule them all. I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?”

I just feel you have to hear this because I can't tell Festus about it NEVER. So on the night of on 18th, A frightful storm was blowing that night. Fierce winds roaring out of the North brought sheets of rain falling from the depths of a pitch-black sky. Intermittent flashes of lightning fractured the night, revealing a strobe-light view of my room in monochrome stills. You know, I hated being alone on a night like that. Alpha Festus, should have been with me. But, tonight, he went on hunting with his Beta because the rouges attack on the north gate is getting too much.