Bayou Moon by Ilona AndrewsBayou Moon by Ilona Andrews

Bayou Moon

byIlona Andrews

Mass Market Paperback | September 28, 2010

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Cerise Mar and her clan are cash poor but land rich, claiming a large swathe of the Mire, the Edge swamplands. When her parents vanish, her clan's long-time rivals are suspect. But all is not as it seems.

Two nations of the Weird are waging a cold war fought by feint and espionage, and their conflict is about to spill over into the Edge-and Cerise's life.
Ilona Andrews is the pseudonym for a husband-and-wife writing team. Together, they are the coauthors of the #1 New York Times bestselling Kate Daniels urban-fantasy series, including Magic Rises, Magic Slays, and Magic Bleeds and the romantic urban-fantasy novels of the Edge, including Steel's Edge, Fate's Edge, and Bayou Moon. They cu...
Title:Bayou MoonFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:480 pages, 6.85 × 4.25 × 1.35 inPublished:September 28, 2010Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Liked it This is more obscure Ilona Andrews, but still a solid read. I think their talents like more in urban fantasy than pnr though. I would recommend their Kate Daniels series first, and if you loved it, give the "edge" series a try.
Date published: 2017-05-12
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Great Better characters! More of a plot! Really terrifying villains! Reluctant-allies-to-lovers trope! No Curran look-alike! Still points off because I have a hard time taking these books seriously, but they are really fun.
Date published: 2017-04-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Intriguing I very much enjoyed that read. The uniqueness of the plot, the incredible world building, and the great cast of characters balanced out the very few urban fantasy cliches. Great heroine, clever plot, and an intriguing read!
Date published: 2017-02-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from It Keeps getting better and better! This book is another addition to a great series. This duo of authors have managed to produce two series that are some of my all time favorites. IF you haven' read this series please do and also check out her Kate Daniel series. Both series are populated by unique and likeable characters and two very different and interesting worlds.
Date published: 2010-11-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Solid Follow-up In a Promising Series The Edge series combines Urban and Paranormal Fantasy with a dose of romance, magic, a whole lot of action and packages it all up into books that are so unique and engaging that Andrews' has become the #1 author(s) on my list of favourites. The second installment in the Edge series, Bayou Moon, continues with the story of William, an emotionally scarred werewolf whom familiar readers of Ilona Andrews will recognize from On The Edge. William is avoiding his past, collecting action figures and working construction when he finds a mysterious package on his porch. That, and a visit from a couple of people from his past compel him into a search of the Edge, where he meets our heroine, Cerise Mar. The bad guys, AKA The Hand, are after the Mar's for some reason and have kidnapped Cerise's parents. Meanwhile, the Mar's are smack dab in the middle of a huge feud with another family in the swamp and Cerise has been thrust front and center as head of household. What follows is a wild ride through the swamps of the Edge, awesome sword fights, horrendous plants, and wacky relatives. A couple of things that I really loved about Bayou Moon: 1) William. He was a fabulous tool in the first book as a contrast against Declan and in Bayou Moon is even more rich and multi-faceted. He's the merciless killer who plays with action figures and maintains this boyish charm in spite of his past. Really, what's not to love? 2) The Mar family. In spite of the fact that there are A Lot of them, they are each written with such skill that their personalities are as distinct and engaging as the main characters and just as much fun. A couple of things that prevented this from being a 5-star book: 1) There were a few plotlines going on here; the family feud and the big mystery of whatever The Hand is looking for. Both were so large that the big reveal at the end seemed superfluous and even a little anti-climactic. 2) Cerise's character bothered me a little, mostly I think because she seemed almost too much of a cookie-cutter version of Rose (from On The Edge). 3) There was a plot turn that didn't make any sense at all - it was in fact in complete opposition to an earlier point of reference (I won't name specifics because I don't want to give any spoilers!) that was actually quite important. Things like this are so out of character for these authors that it jarred me a bit. Of the two books in this series so far, On The Edge ramains my favourite. Andrews' has definitely set the bar for Urban much so that I think they might need their own genre! I'm definitely looking forward to future books in this series, though the Kate Daniels series remains my solid favourite.
Date published: 2010-10-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from William's a Winner Bayou Moon, the second installment in the husband and wife writing team's Edge series, is even better than the first. Although I have to admit that some parts of it made me feel like I was experiencing deja vu (Rose and Cerise are a little too similar if you ask me). On the Edge introduced us to the magical world of the Weird, the unmagical, but technologically advanced Broken (ie. the world as we know it) and the world in between, called the Edge. We also first met William, the hero of this second book, there. In On the Edge, poor William didn't get the girl, but after reading Bayou Moon, I can say that's okay, because Cerise was definitely the girl meant for him. The story picks up two years after Rose and Declan return to the Weird for their HEA. William has been living in the Edge, licking his wounded pride. When he is approached with a job to go after his enenmy, the Spider, William jumps at the opportunity to get justice and end the Spider's threat to Changelings. The job however, takes him into the Mire, the worst corner of the Edge but allows allows him to cross paths with Cerise, a worthy female lead for this story. Bayou Moon borders on epic in its scope; in depth world building, plenty of action and yet it doesn’t slack on character development or the story between Cerise and William. William may be a born fighting machine, but his upbringing has stunted him emotionally and socially, and it’s entertaining to read as he works out what social nuance means and whether he reacts correctly or incorrectly in certain situations. His growth into a well-rounded person takes time and is believable. Cerise’s struggle to take up the family reins and her effort to retain the control and respect of her unruly clan is also well portrayed. Cerise is sure of herself but knows that she must prove that she can hold the family together. It was refreshing to have a heroine that could hold her own throughout the book and didn’t have quite as much growing to do as the hero. The action which the Andrews team is known for fills the pages of Bayou Moon as well as danger, suspense and mystery. The book is flooded with magic: good and bad. Twisted magic, tormented souls, romance. What's not to love? Bayou Moon is a keeper in my opinion. 2010-156
Date published: 2010-10-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Couple! It’s no secret that I am a huge fan of Ilona Andrews’ writing. I love the images that the husband and wife team create. It is extremely easy to lose yourself in one of their books and in the worlds that they create. I was quite excited last year when they released their first book in a new series. The book was called “On The Edge” and it told of a place that existed between a magical land and an ordinary town. I read it and found that the concept was very original and the characters that we met there were just as intricate and appealing as the characters in their Kate Daniels series. “Bayou Moon” is the second installment in this series and it’s proven to be just as character driven and distinctive as the first. This time around, the story focuses of William and Cerise and their lives in the Edge. We met William in the first book in this series. I remember liking him immediately. You couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him too. You wanted him to get the girl…but alas, he didn’t. But thank goodness for that, because that way he was able to get his own book! William is a changeling. He was abandoned as an infant to a training facility that turns changelings into ultimate soldiers. He is smart, strong and cunning. He is also funny and loyal. I enjoyed him in “On The Edge” and I loved him in “Bayou Moon”. He’s always wanted a family and a mate, but he thought it was all beyond his reach. That is until he meets Cerise. Talk about a fantastic heroine. After Cerise’s parents go missing, she is next in line to be in charge of her large family. And I’m talking cousins and uncles and aunts and everyone. What she decides, they follow. Someone weaker would crack under all that pressure, especially when some of her decisions revolve around whether or not to go to war with another family and whether or not to fight Spider and his minions. Both situations involve inevitable deaths for her family. I love how she deals with all of it. She’s strong in front of her family, but allows herself to worry and cry away from them. She’s very human that way. I loved her. As soon as William and Cerise meet, you feel the tension on the page. William’s quick and witty one liners such as “Bad Hobo” and “Thank you, Dora” had me laughing out loud. In every book where a man and a woman fall in love, there is a mating dance. The mating dance in “Bayou Moon” is fantastic. They don’t just jump into each other’s arms. There is a mission to accomplish so they hold themselves back. But the passion is there. The wanting is there. I love how William reacted the first time he truly saw Cerise. “Want. Want the woman.” I always like how impassioned changelings tend to be when it comes to the opposite sex. There is something sexy about that. Now, the bad guys in this book are…special. I don’t know why I am trying to sugar coat it. They are grotesque abominations! Human beings that have been altered to heighten their fighting, tracking and killing skills. After reading this book, I wonder from what part of Ilona and Gordon’s brain did these creatures come from. They are described with such detail, which leads me to believe that the authors saw them vividly in their minds as they were writing them into the story. Which leads me to wonder…how on earth did these two sleep at night?! If I had these creatures running around in my head, I wouldn’t be able to get much shut eye! And Spider, the main villain, is bad. He’s not really disgusting physically or anything. He’s just evil. An evil man who believes in his cause — which makes him very dangerous. Creepy. The villains are just wonderfully creepy. If you enjoyed the world that Ilona Andrews created in “On The Edge”, then you will absolutely love “Bayou Moon”. Every single character is wonderfully written (and believe me, there are many characters in this story. Especially in Cerise’s family.) The details make you believe such a place exists. It’s an incredibly well written and thought out book. But then again, what else would you expect from Ilona and Gordon Andrews?
Date published: 2010-10-15

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Chapter 1William sipped some beer from the bottle of Modelo Especial and gave the Green Arrow his hard stare. The Green Arrow, being a chunk of painted plastic, didn't rise to the challenge. The action figure remained impassive, exactly where he'd put it, leaning against the porch post of William's house. Technically it was a shack rather than a house, William reflected, but it was a roof over his head and he wasn't one to complain.From that vantage point, the Green Arrow had an excellent view of William's action figure army laid out on the porch, and if he were inclined to offer any opinions, he would've been in a great position to do so. William shrugged. Part of him realized that talking to an action figure was bordering on insane, but he had nobody else to converse with at the moment and he needed to talk this out. The whole situation was crazy."The boys sent a letter," William said.The Green Arrow said nothing.William looked past him to where the Wood rustled just beyond his lawn. Two miles down the road, the Wood would become simply woods, regular Georgia pine and oak. But here, in the Edge, the trees grew vast, fed by magic, and the forest was old. The day had rolled into a lazy, long summer evening, and small nameless critters, found only in the Edge, chased each other through the limbs of the ancient trees before the darkness coaxed predators from their lairs.The Edge was an odd place, stuck between two worlds. On one side lay the Broken, with no magic but plenty of technology to compensate. And rules. And laws. And paperwork. The damn place ran on paperwork. The Broken was where he made his money nowadays, working construction.On the other side lay the Weird, a mirror to the Broken, where magic ruled and old blueblood families held power. He was born in that world. In the Weird, he'd been an outcast, a soldier, a convict, and even a noble for a few brief weeks. But the Weird kept kicking him in the teeth the entire time, until he finally turned his back on it and left.The Edge belonged to neither world. A perfect place for the man who fit in nowhere. That was how he first met the boys, George and Jack. They lived in the Edge, with their sister Rose. Rose was sweet and pretty and he'd liked her. He'd liked what they had, she and the kids, a warm little family. When William watched them together, a part of him hurt deep inside. He now realized why: he'd known even then that a family like that was forever out of his reach.Still, he tried with Rose. Might have had a chance, too, but then Declan showed up. Declan, a blueblood and a soldier, with his flawless manners and handsome face. "We used to be friends," William told the Green Arrow. "I did beat the shit out of him before he left."The joke was on him, because Declan left with Rose and took the boys with him. William let them go. Jack required a lot of careful care and Declan would raise him well. And Rose needed someone like Declan. Someone who had his shit together. She had enough trouble with the boys as it was. She sure as hell didn't need another charity project and he didn't want to be one.It had been almost two years since they'd left. For two years William had lived in the Edge, where the trickle of magic kept the wild within him alive. He worked his job in the Broken, watched TV on weekends, drank lots of beer, collected action figures, and generally pretended that the previous twenty-six years of his life had not occurred. The Edgers, the few families who lived between the worlds like he did, kept to themselves and left him alone.Most people from either the Broken or the Weird had no idea the other world existed, but occasionally traders passed through the Edge, traveling between worlds. Three months ago, Nick, one of the traveling traders, mentioned he was heading into the Weird, to the Southern Provinces. William put together a small box of toys on a whim and paid the man to deliver it. He didn't expect an answer. He didn't expect anything at all. The boys had Declan. They would have no interest in him.Nick came by last night. The boys had written back.William picked up the letter and looked at it. It was short. George's writing was perfect, with letters neatly placed. Jack's looked like a chicken had written it in the dirt. They said thank you for the action figures. George liked the Weird. He was given plenty of corpses to practice necromancy on and he was taking rapier lessons. Jack complained that there were too many rules and that they weren't letting him hunt enough."That's a mistake," William told the Green Arrow. "They need to let him vent. Half of their problems would be solved if they let him have a violent outlet. The kid is a changeling and a predator. He turns into a lynx, not a fluffy bunny." He raised the letter. "Apparently he decided to prove to them that he was good enough. Jack killed himself a deer and left the bloody thing on the dining room table, because he's a cat and he thinks they're lousy hunters. According to him, it didn't go over well. He's trying to feed them and they don't get it."What Jack needed was some direction to channel all that energy. But William wasn't about to travel to the Weird and show up on Declan's doorstep. Hi, remember me? We were best friends once, and then I was condemned to death and your uncle adopted me, so I would kill you? You stole Rose from me? Yeah, right. All he could do was write back and send more action figures.William pulled the box to him. He'd put in Deathstroke for George—the figure looked a bit like a pirate and George liked pirates, because his grandfather had been one. Next, William had stuck King Grayskull in for Declan. Not that Declan played with action figures—he'd had his childhood, while William spent his in Hawk's Academy, which was little more than a prison. Still, William liked to thumb his nose at him, and King Grayskull with his long blond hair looked a lot like Declan."So the real question here is, do we send the purple Wildcat to Jack or the black one?"The Green Arrow expressed no opinion.A musky scent drifted down to William. He turned around. Two small glowing eyes stared at him from under the bush on the edge of his lawn."You again."The raccoon bared his small sharp teeth."I've warned you, stay out of my trash or I will eat you."The little beast opened his mouth and hissed like a pissed-off cat."That does it."William shrugged off his T-shirt. His jeans and underwear followed. "We're going to settle this."The raccoon hissed again, puffing out his fur, trying to look bigger. His eyes glowed like two small coals.William reached deep inside himself and let the wild off the chain. Pain rocked him, jerking him to and fro, the way a dog shook a rat. His bones softened and bent, his ligaments snapped, his flesh flowed like molten wax. Dense black fur sheathed him. The agony ended and William rolled to his feet.The raccoon froze.For a second, William saw his reflection in the little beast's eyes—a hulking dark shape on all fours. The interloper took a step back, whirled about, and fled.William howled, singing a long sad song about the hunt and the thrill of the chase, and a promise of hot blood pulsing between his teeth. The small critters hid high up in the branches, recognizing a predator in their midst.The last echoes of the song scurried into the Wood. William bit the air with sharp white fangs and gave chase.William trotted through the Wood. The raccoon had turned out to be female and in possession of six kits. How the hell he'd missed the female scent, he would never know. Getting rusty in the Edge. His senses weren't quite as sharp here.He had to let them be. You didn't hunt a female with a litter—that was how species went extinct. He caught a nice juicy rabbit instead. William licked his lips. Mmm, good. He would just have to figure out a way to weigh down the lid on the trashcan. Maybe one of his dumbbells would do the job, or some heavy rocks…;He caught a glimpse of his house through the trees. A scent floated to him: spicy, reminiscent of cinnamon mixed with a dash of cumin and ginger.His hackles rose. William went to ground.This scent didn't belong in this world outside of a bakery. It was the scent of a human from beyond the Edge's boundary, with shreds of the Weird's magic still clinging to them.Trouble.He lay in the gloom between the roots and listened. Insects chirping. Squirrels in the tree to the left settling down for the night. A woodpecker hammering in the distance to get the last grub of the day.Nothing but ordinary Wood noises.From his hiding spot, he could see the entire porch. Nothing stirred.The rays of the setting sun slid across the boards. A tiny star winked at him.Careful. Careful.William edged forward, a dark soft-pawed ghost in the evening twilight. One yard. Two. Three.The star winked again. A rectangular wooden box sat on the porch steps, secured with a simple metal latch. The latch shone with reflected sunlight. Someone had left him a present.William circled the house twice, straining to sample the scents, listening to small noises. He found the trail leading from the house. Whoever delivered the box had come and gone.He approached the building and looked at the box. Eighteen inches long, a foot wide, three inches tall. Simple unmarked wood. Looked like pine. Smelled like it, too. No sounds came from inside.His figures were untouched. His letter, pinned down by the heavy Hulk, lay where he'd left it. The scent of the intruder didn't reach it.William pulled the door open with his paw and slipped inside. He would need fingers for this.The pain screamed through him, shooting through the marrow in his bones. He growled low, shook, convulsing, and shed his fur. Twenty seconds of agony and William crouched on human legs in the living room. Ten more seconds and he stepped out on the porch, fully dressed and armed with a long knife. Just because the box seemed benign didn't mean it wouldn't blow up when he opened it. He'd seen bombs that were the size of a coaster. They made no noise, gave off no scent, and took your leg off if you stepped on them.He used the knife to pry the latch open and flip the lid off the box. A stack of paper. Hmm.William plucked the first sheet off the top of the stack, flipped it over, and froze.A small mangled body lay in the green grass. The boy was barely ten years old, his skin stark white against the smudges of crimson that spread from a gaping wound in his stomach. Someone had disemboweled him with a single vicious thrust and the kid had bled out. So much blood. It was everywhere, on his skinny stomach, on his hands, on the dandelions around him…; Bright, shockingly red, so vivid, it didn't seem real. The boy's narrow face stared at the sky with milky dead eyes, his mouth opened in a horrified O, short reddish hair sticking up…;It's Jack. The thought punched William in the stomach. His heart hammered. He peered closely at the face. No, not Jack. A cat like Jack—slit pupils—but Jack had brown hair. The boy was the right age, the right build, but he was not Jack.William exhaled slowly, trying to get a handle on his rage. He knew this. He'd seen this boy before, but not on the picture. He'd seen the body in the flesh, smelled the blood and the raw, unforgettable stench of the gut wound. His memory conjured it for him now, and he almost choked on the phantom bitterness coating his tongue.The next picture showed a little girl. Her hair was a mess of blood and brains—her skull had been crushed.He pulled more pictures from the box, each corresponding to a body in his memory. Eight murdered children lay on his porch. Eight murdered changeling children.The Weird had little use for changelings like him. The Dukedom of Louisiana killed his kind outright, the moment they were born. In Adrianglia, any mother who'd given birth to a changeling child could surrender her baby to the government, no questions asked. A simple signature on a piece of paper and the woman went on her way, while the child was taken to Hawk's Academy. Hawk's was a prison. A prison with sterile rooms and merciless guards, where toys and play were forbidden; a place designed to hammer every drop of free will out of its students. Only outdoors, the changeling children truly lived. These eight must've been giddy to be let out into the sunshine and grass.It was supposed to be a simple tracking exercise. The instructors had led the children to the border between Adrianglia and the Dukedom of Louisiana, its chief rival. The border was always hot, with Louisianans and Adrianglians crossing back and forth. The instructors allowed the kids to track a group of border jumpers from Louisiana. When William was a child, he had gone on the same mission a dozen times.William stared at the pictures. The Louisianans had turned out to be no ordinary border jumpers. They were agents of Louisiana's Hand. Spies, twisted by magic and powerful enough to take out a squad of trained Legionnaires.They let the children catch them.When the kids and the instructors failed to report in, a squad of Legionnaires was dispatched to find them. He was the tracker for that squad. He was the one who found them dead in the meadow.It was a massacre, brutal and cold. The kids didn't go quick. They'd hurt before they died.The last piece of paper waited in the box. William picked it up. He knew from the first sentence what it would say. The words were burned into his memory.He read it all the same.Dumb animals offer little sport. Louisiana kills changelings at birth—it's far more efficient than wasting time and resources to try to turn them into people. I recommend you look into this practice, because next time I'll expect proper compensation for getting rid of your little freaks.Sincerely yours,SpiderMindless hot fury flooded William, sweeping away all reason and restraint. He raised his head to the sky and snarled, giving voice to his rage before it tore him apart.For years he'd tracked Spider as much as the Legion would permit him. He'd found him twice. The first time he'd ripped apart Spider's stomach and Spider broke his legs. The second time, William had shattered the Louisianan's ribs, while Spider nearly drowned him. Both times the Hand's spy slipped through his fingers.Nobody cared for the changelings. They grew up exiled from society, raised to obey and kill on command for the good of Adrianglia. They were fodder, but to him they were children, just like he had once been a child. Just like Jack.He had to find Spider. He had to kill him. Child murder had to be punished.A man stepped out of the Wood. William leapt off the porch. In a breath he pinned the intruder to the trunk of the nearest tree and snarled, his teeth clicking a hair from the man's carotid.The man made no move to resist. "Do you want to kill me or Spider?""Who are you?""The name is Erwin." The man nodded at his raised hands. A large ring clamped his middle finger—a plain silver band with a small polished mirror in it. The Mirror—Adrianglian Secret Service—flashed in William's head. The Hand's biggest enemy."The Mirror would like a word, Lord Sandine," the man said softly. "Would you be kind enough to favor us with an audience?"