Stolen: Women Of The Otherworld

Paperback | August 25, 2009

byKelley Armstrong

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When a young witch tells Elena that a group of humans are kidnapping supernaturals, Elena ignores the warning. After all, everyone knows there’s no such thing as witches. As for the thought of other ‘supernaturals’, well, she’d just rather not dwell on the possibility. Soon, however, she’s confronted with the truth about her world, when she’s kidnapped and thrown into a cell-block with witches, sorcerers, half-demons and other werewolves. As Elena soon discovers, dealing with her fellow captives is the least of her worries. In this prison, the real monsters carry the keys.

Book 2 in the Otherworld series.

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When a young witch tells Elena that a group of humans are kidnapping supernaturals, Elena ignores the warning. After all, everyone knows there’s no such thing as witches. As for the thought of other ‘supernaturals’, well, she’d just rather not dwell on the possibility. Soon, however, she’s confronted with the truth about her world, when she’s kidnapped and thrown into a cell-block with witches, so...

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Praise for Bitten:“. . . it’s as smooth as cream all the way, sure to gain fans.” -- Kirkus Reviews“[An] impressive debut thriller. . . . Kelley Armstrong is very good on the sheer exhilaration of shape-changing, of running on four feet through forests, suburban greenery and urban back alleys.” -- Amazon UK"[I]t's terrific. I'm a sucker for this kind of novel anyway, and the heroine is the most ap...

Kelley Armstrong lives in rural Ontario with her husband, three children and far too many pets. She is the author of Bitten, the first novel featuring Elena Michaels.

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:480 pages, 8.01 × 5.13 × 1 inPublished:August 25, 2009Publisher:Random House of CanadaLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved this! This is the second book in the series. I quite enjoyed it and enjoyed it more and more the further and further I got into the book. I look forward to getting the next to dive into more of what happens.
Date published: 2014-10-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Stolen This is the second book in the Women of the Otherworld series and continues Elena Michaels story. She is the only female werewolf in the world. A rich spoiled gillizionaire, Tyrone Winsloe has decided to pick up all the 'other' types of beings and imprison them to study them and then hunt them off. Elena is caught and spends much of her time in captivity trying to figure out how to escape. Clay, the werewolf who turned her and loves her also plots for her escape. This is a very dark and gruesome story with lots of graphic details. However they did not get in the way of the telling of the story for me and made for an interesting read. I thought the ending was very apropos.
Date published: 2013-08-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Stole All My Time Man, these books are addicting. I know that I read them each in a day the first time around, but what I forgot was the pull these books have! Every time I put Stolen down I was drawn to pick it right back up again! I may have known what would happen next, but I was captivated nonetheless. Kelley Armstrong, you are one amazing author. Stolen introduces readers to the real Otherworld, which is populated with much more than just werewolves. Witches, necromancers, half-demons, sorcerers, shamans, and even vampires all exist in this story, and it throws Elena and the Pack for a bit of a loop. I really liked that Armstrong added all these supernatural races to the mix, and enjoyed learning about them in this novel. I remember being a bit disappointed with Stolen the first time I read it because there wasn't enough Clay (hey, what can I say, I love that Southern drawl!). This time, I really loved being able to learn more about Elena, and see her develop as a character. I enjoyed watching her stand up for herself, and keep her head together (for the most part) when in such an intense situation. I loved that she was calculating and strong, always looking for a way out of her peridcament instead of just accepting her fate. I felt myself being more passionately angry over what Elena was subjected through at the hands of these twisted scientists, and warped mogul. I just kept waiting for the tables to be turned on them, and hoped Elena would be the one to do it. As I said earlier, I loved that Kelley Armstrong added in a whole range of other supernaturals, but I wasn't a huge fan of Paige the first time around. I found her to be very bossy and irritating and she just generally rubbed me the wrong way. My, how my view of her has changed because this time reading it, I adored her. Yes, she was still over-bearing and haughty but at the same time she was fierce and rebellious. I could see how strong and passionate she was about being a witch and doing the right thing, which made me really love her. I also happened to adore small and defiant Savannah, who despite being twelve, never seemed to back down. Stolen was the amazing, action-packed follow-up that I had been hoping for and much more. I loved the new characters, passionately hated the villains, and had an awesome protagonist to root for. Another amazing installment in one of my all-time favorite series! - Ciara (Lost at Midnight)
Date published: 2012-09-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great! I admit I started with her darker power series and then read her adult books. All the ones I've read are awesome and I highly recommend them. If you like Kim Harrison or Patricia Briggs you'll be happy with these.
Date published: 2012-01-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Suspenseful!! I found this book an excellent read. There were times while they were captured that I just wanted them to get on with it. There was a lot of detail and I found myself skimming some pages rather then reading them (Only like 3 pages to be presice). There was a lot of killing in this book but at the end of the day the ones that died mostly had it coming! All that being said I really did enjoy this book because it gave an excellent description of the characters yet to come in the next books. There were many times that I just wanted to reach in and grab Winsloe by the throat!! This book made me feel many emotions and can't wait to get back to Elena and Clays story and see what becomes of her pack!
Date published: 2011-08-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from "way better than bitten" i had bought bitten and stolen together, because they were on sale at coles. i read bitten fairly quickly, because it was such an easy read. but the plot and characters did not do anything for me. i could connect with elena, jeremy or clayton. the only one i liked was her human boyfriend. as well bitten did not offer any capture and intensity....i felt it dragged on. i decided to prolong reading stolen thinking it would be too similar to bitten. i bought the entire sookie stackhouse series instead and regret it. i didn't get in that series as well. i decided to go back to kelley armstrong's series and started stolen. to my surprise i was hooked after the first chapter. i thought it was much more interesting than bitten. maybe because of the introduction of other characters (witches, sorcerers, voodoon, half demons) or the concept of being kidnapped in & placed in an experiment peaked my interest. i thoroughly enjoyed this book much more. the plot was great with a few surprises and it was way funnier than bitten. i was reading a few lines and reread them, because they were so funny. i just bought dime store magic, which i hesitated for one hour in chapters, because i'm not sure if i like paige and wanted to learn more about her. at the same time i really like savannah, so may be that is what pursued me to purchase number 3. after stolen i love elena she is my favorite and i wished kelley would have done the 3rd book with elena. maybe i'm boring but i enjoy sticking to the same protagonist. at the same time i like how the series has different narrators...so maybe i should not complain. loved this book....i hope the rest are just as exciting page turning and humorous.
Date published: 2011-03-12
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Hmmm, what went wrong? After the rush and trill of reading Bitten I felt rather let down by the confused and chaotic mess that is Stolen. I think where this novel falls short is that it is a "platform" novel, meant to introduce avid fans to characters that will no doubt appear in later novels, but I think that Ms. Armstrong's attempts to get too much information into this novel and in the process looses the pace and intrigue that was in Bitten. Even the endding left me wondering if I really wanted to read the next book in this series - But I am an avid fan, and a lover of books that allude to witches and witchcraft, so I will read the next book.
Date published: 2010-11-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from So - So Bitten was excellent. Too descriptive on things that aren't important
Date published: 2010-09-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! I discovered this series when I just happened to pick up Bitten at the cash of the bookstore one day and I'm glad I did! The series is way better than I expected and I've been lending them to all my friends who are fans of Twilight or the Sookie Stackhouse series! I HIGHLY recommend to anyone else who is fans of those series I just mentioned!
Date published: 2010-05-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from pretty good this book was not as good as the first but it wasn't a bad read either,makes you want to keep reading more
Date published: 2010-03-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome! really enjoyed this book. I love that its by a Canadian author....I also LOVE that they go to New Brunswick!!!! REPRESENT!!! Haha. The book was very suspenseful the whole time. It reminded me of The Host except 100 times better and with no aliens. But the captive thing. At least in this one, unlike the host, things actually happened in most chapters, not just threatened to happen or talked about maybe happening. Does that make sense? I had a hard time putting it down. I am definitly finishing the rest of the Women of the Otherworld series. Started Dime Store Magic this morning. Great book!
Date published: 2010-03-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Quite Enjoyable I really enjoyed this 2nd book in the Women of the Otherworld series. It did take longer to pick up than Bitten but I found the ending of this installment more suspenseful and action filled... Perhaps a bit too action filled for some readers though. There was an awful lot of killing in this book. I don't think i'd be exaggerating if I said there were 20 people murdered.. To be fair, the majority of them were "bad guys" but even so... I really liked this sequel but I can't say I loved it. I am hopeful that the proceeding books in this series will only get better.
Date published: 2010-03-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Bark at the Moon Stolen is the 2nd book in Kelley Armstrong's "Women of the Otherworld" series. In this book we continue the story of Elena. She is the only female werewolf in existence, who was bitten by her lover. She is the pack investigator and she tracks down stories of "werewolves’ sightings". She also keeps track of non-pack wolves so that they do not kill too many humans and have the race exposed. While investigating "werewolves sightings” Elena meets two female witches, who tell her not only that witches exist but also vamps, demons, necromancers and more. They also tell her they sit on a supernatural "board" kind of like the United Nations and want wolves on the board. They tell Elena that they are requesting the assistance of the wolves to help find missing supernatural’s. Supernaturals have been kidnapped and they suspect computer billionaire Ty Winsloe. They believe they are being kidnapped for science experiments While investigating Elena is kidnapped by Winsloe's people. She wakes up and finds herself in a prison with many different supernaturals. Elena will not give up without a fight and knows her pack will come and find her. But she soon realizes she is in a very remote area and that after they experiment on the supernaturals, Winsloe likes to hunt them like animals. Elena knows her days are numbered and needs to get out before it's too late. This was a great follow up to the first book Bitten. I love the character of Elena and love how Armstrong writes her. I really liked the introduction of other supernatural’s especially Paige Winterbourne. I know the next 2 books in the series will be narrated by her and I can't wait. This was a great sequel and looking forward to more in the series.
Date published: 2010-03-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great 2nd installment! After discover the world of Elena and the Stonehaven werewolves in Bitten, book one of in Kelley Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series, I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into Stolen, the second Elena story in the series. In this second novel, Armstrong smartly takes the characters out of their home setting allowing a completely new type of mystery to take place. Instead of having another plot center around Stonehaven and keeping Elena's secret, the events in Stolen allow for a much broader story to develop. By creating the mystery around a new set of characters and in a new location, the universe that has been created in Bitten expands to include a greater assortment of supernatural beings, and the central mystery is much more interesting for it. We're also introduced to some of the other Women of the Underworld as Elena discovers new beings that are populating her universe. Ironically, Elena (the werewolf!) has a hard time believing in witches, vampires, shamans and demons when she first encounters them, but this actually adds to the realism of this series, as it allows you to be convinced of their existence along with Elena. Throughout Stolen, we're never quite sure who to trust and who is actually good or bad, which of course makes for a great story! Overall I found Stolen to be a gripping and fast paced read, filled with interesting characters. I kind of missed getting know more about Clayton, Jeremy and the other werewolves, but I loved getting to know Paige, Ruth, Savanah, Adam & Leah. And even though Elena won't be the narrator of the next book in the Women of the Otherworld series, I'm looking forward to reading Dime Store Magic which is told from Paige's point of view.
Date published: 2010-01-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from LOVED this Book!!! Kelley Armstrong has done it again. I loved this book. I started it immediately after I finished Bitten. Stolen like Bitten was full of romance, action, and mystery. Although in this book we have more than just werewolves and we meet a mixture of supernaturals. This is a fast paced high action novel and will keep you interested until the very last page. I could not put this book down. I read it in one day and loved it and highly recommend it. In this book Elena world suddenly becomes much bigger: She is suddenly made aware of the existence of whiches, sorcerers, deamons, half-demons, vampires and then gets kidnapped by a psycho man who collects supernaturals. During most of the novel we find Elena meeting and fighting these other supernaturals for survival. Once Elena escapes and reunites with Clay and her pack we are let on the hunt to settle the score for Elena and to rescue the other supernaturals she was forced to leave behind in order to escape.
Date published: 2009-09-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutley enthralling I thought this book was an absolutely amazing sequel in the series. It kept me right on edge of my seat and when we were introduced to winsloe after his character got developed a bit farther i was ready to punch him along side of elena. Kelley armstrong continues to ensnare me in her well developed relationships, characters, story line and plot. i loved it and it's action packed, surprising plot. CAN NOT WAIT to go pick up teh third and hope it holds to the standards presented in these 2 books
Date published: 2009-09-07

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PrologueHe hated the forest. Hated its eternal pockets of damp and darkness. Hated its endless tangle of trees and bushes. Hated its smell of decay -- dead vegetation, dead animals, everything dying, even the living creatures incessantly pursuing their next meal, one failure away from the slow descent into death. Soon his body would be one more stink fouling the air, maybe buried, maybe left for the carrion feeders, his death postponing theirs for another day. He would die. He knew that, not with the single-minded intent of the suicidal or the hopeless despair of the doomed, but with the simple acceptance of a man who knows he is only hours from passing out of this world into the next. Here in this stinking, dark, damp hell of a place, he would die.He didn’t seek death. If he could, he’d avoid it. But he couldn’t. He’d tried, planning his breakout for days, conserving his energy, forcing himself to eat, to sleep. Then he’d escaped, surprising himself really. He’d never truly believed it would work. Of course, it hadn’t actually worked, just appeared to, like a mirage shimmering in the desert, only the oasis hadn’t turned to sand and sun, but damp and dark. He’d escaped the compound to find himself in the forest. Still hopeful, he’d run. And run. And gone nowhere. They were coming now. Hunting him.He could hear the hound baying, fast on his trail. There must be ways to trick it, but he had no idea how. Born and raised in the city, he knew how to avoid detection there, how to become invisible in plain sight, how to effect an appearance so mediocre that people could stare right at him and see no one. He knew how to greet neighbors in his apartment building, eyes lowered, a brief nod, no words, so if anyone asked about the occupants of 412, no one really knew who lived there: Was that the elderly couple? The young family? The blind girl? Never rude or friendly enough to attract attention, disappearing in a sea of people too intent on their own lives to notice his. There he was a master of invisibility. But here, in the forest? He hadn’t set foot in one since he was ten, when his parents finally despaired of ever making an outdoorsman out of him and let him stay with his grandmother while his siblings went hiking and camping. He was lost here. Completely lost. The hound would find him and the hunters would kill him.“You won’t help me, will you?” he said, speaking the words in his mind.For a long moment, Qiona didn’t reply. He could sense her, the spirit who guided him, in the back corner of his mind, the farthest she ever went from him since she’d first made herself known when he was a child too young to speak.“Do you want me to?” she asked finally.“You won’t. Even if I want it. This is what you want. For me to join you. You won’t stop that.”The hound started to sing, joy infusing its voice with melody as it closed in on its target. Someone shouted.Qiona sighed, the sound fluttering like a breeze through his mind. “What do you want me to do?”“Which way is out?” he asked.More silence. More shouts.“That way,” she said.He knew which way she meant, though he couldn’t see her. An ayami had presence and substance but no form, an idea impossible to explain to anyone who wasn’t a shaman and as easy for a shaman to understand as the concept of water or sky.Turning left, he ran. Branches whipped his face and bare chest and arms, raising welts like the marks of a flagellant. And equally self-inflicted, he thought. Part of him wanted to stop. Give up. Accept. But he couldn’t. He wasn’t ready to surrender his life yet. Simple human pleasures still held too much allure: English muffins with butter and strawberry jam at the Talbot Café, the second-story balcony, farthest table on the left, the sun on his forearms, tattered mystery novel in one hand, coffee mug in the other, people yelling, laughing on the busy street below. Silly things, Qiona would sniff. She was jealous, of course, as she was of anything she couldn’t share, anything that kept him bound to his body. He did want to join her, but not yet. Not just yet. So he ran.“Stop running,” Qiona said.He ignored her.“Slow down,” she said. “Pace yourself.”He ignored her.She withdrew, her anger a flash fire in his brain, bright and hot, then smoldering, waiting to flare again. He’d stopped hearing the hound, but only because his blood pounded too loudly. His lungs blazed. Each breath scorched through him, like swallowing fire. He ignored it. That was easy. He ignored most of his body’s commands, from hunger to sex to pain. His body was only a vehicle, a medium for transmitting things like strawberry jam, laughter, and sunlight to his soul. Now after a lifetime of ignoring his body, he asked it to save him and it didn’t know how. From behind him came the bay of the hound. Was it louder now? Closer?“Climb a tree,” Qiona said.“It’s not the dog I’m afraid of. It’s the men.”“Slow down then. Turn. Confuse them. You’re making a straight trail. Slow down.”He couldn’t. The end of the forest was near. It had to be. His only chance was to get there before the dog did. Ignoring the pain, he summoned every remaining vestige of strength and shot forward.“Slow down!” Qiona shouted. “Watch -- ”His left foot hit a small rise, but he adjusted, throwing his right foot out for balance. Yet his right foot came down on empty air. As he pitched forward, he saw the streambed below, at the bottom of a small gully eroded by decades of water flow. He flipped over the edge of it, convulsed in midair, trying to think of how to land without injury, but again he didn’t know how. As he hit the gravel below, he heard the hound. Heard its song of triumph so loud his eardrums threatened to split. Twisting to get up, he saw three canine heads come over the gully edge, one hound, two massive guard dogs. The hound lifted its head and bayed. The other two paused only a second, then leaped.“Get out!” Qiona screamed. “Get out now!”No! He wasn’t ready to leave. He resisted the urge to throw his soul free of his body, clenching himself into a ball as if that would keep it in. He saw the undersides of the dogs as they flew off the cliff. One landed atop him, knocking out his last bit of breath. Teeth dug into his forearm. He felt a tremendous wrenching. Then he soared upward. Qiona was dragging him from his body, away from the pain of dying.“Don’t look back,” she said.Of course, he did. He had to know. As he looked down, he saw the dogs. The hound was still at the top of the gully, howling and waiting for the men. The two other dogs didn’t wait. They tore his body apart in a shower of blood and flesh.“No,” he moaned. “No.”Qiona comforted him with whispers and kisses, pleaded with him to look away. She’d tried to save him from the pain, but she couldn’t. He felt it as he looked down at the dogs destroying his body, felt not the pain of their teeth, but the agony of unbelievable loss and grief. It was over. All over.“If I hadn’t tripped,” he said. “If I’d run faster . . .”Qiona turned him then, so he could look out across the forest. The expanse of trees went on and on, ending in a road so far away the cars looked like bugs crawling across the earth. He glanced back at his body, a mangled mess of blood and bone. The men stepped from the forest. He ignored them. They didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did. He turned to Qiona and let her take him away.* * * * * “Dead,” Tucker said to Matasumi as he walked into the cell-block guard station. He scraped the mud of the forest off his boots. “Dogs got him before we did.”“I told you I wanted him alive.”“And I told you we need more hounds. Rottweilers are for guarding, not hunting. A hound will wait for the hunter. A rottie kills. Doesn’t know how to do anything else.” Tucker removed his boots and laid them on the mat, perfectly aligned with the wall, laces tucked in. Then he took an identical but clean pair and pulled them on. “Can’t see how it matters much. Guy was half-dead anyway. Weak. Useless.”“He was a shaman,” Matasumi said. “Shamans don’t need to be Olympic athletes. All their power is in their mind.”Tucker snorted. “And it did him a whole lotta good against those dogs, let me tell you. They didn’t leave a piece of him bigger than my fist.”As Matasumi turned, someone swung open the door and clipped him in the chin.“Whoops,” Winsloe said with a grin. “Sorry, old man. Damn things need windows.”Bauer brushed past him. “Where’s the shaman?”“He didn’t . . . survive,” Matasumi said.“Dogs,” Tucker added.Bauer shook her head and kept walking. A guard grabbed the interior door, holding it open as she walked through. Winsloe and the guard trailed after her. Matasumi brought up the rear. Tucker stayed at the guard station, presumably to discipline whoever had let the shaman escape, though the others didn’t bother to ask. Such details were beneath them. That’s why they’d hired Tucker.The next door was thick steel with an elongated handle. Bauer paused in front of a small camera. A beam scanned her retina. One of the two lights above the door flashed green. The other stayed red until she grasped the door handle and the sensor checked her handprint. When the second light turned green, she opened the door and strode through. The guard followed. As Winsloe stepped forward, Matasumi reached for his arm, but missed. Alarms shrieked. Lights flashed. The sound of a half-dozen steel-toed boots clomped in synchronized quickstep down a distant corridor. Matasumi snatched the two-way radio from the table.“Please call them back,” Matasumi said. “It was only Mr. Winsloe. Again.”“Yes, sir,” Tucker’s voice crackled through the radio. “Would you remind Mr. Winsloe that each retinal and hand scan combination will authorize the passage of only one staff member and a second party.”They both knew Winsloe didn’t need to be reminded of any such thing, since he’d designed the system. Matasumi stabbed the radio’s disconnect button. Winsloe only grinned.“Sorry, old man,” Winsloe said. “Just testing the sensors.”He stepped back to the retina scanner. After the computer recognized him, the first light turned green. He grabbed the door handle, the second light flashed green, and the door opened. Matasumi could have followed without the scans, as the guard had, but he let the door close and followed the proper procedure. The admittance of a second party was intended to allow the passage of captives from one section of the compound to another, at a rate of only one captive per staff member. It was not supposed to allow two staff to pass together. Matasumi would remind Tucker to speak to his guards about this. They were all authorized to pass through these doors and should be doing so correctly, not taking shortcuts.Past the security door, the interior hall looked like a hotel corridor, each side flanked by rooms furnished with a double bed, a small table, two chairs, and a door leading to a bathroom. Not luxury accommodations by any means, but simple and clean, like the upper end of the spectrum for the budget-conscious traveler, though the occupants of these rooms wouldn’t be doing much traveling. These doors only opened from the outside.The wall between the rooms and the corridor was a specially designed glass more durable than steel bars—and much nicer to look at. From the hallway, an observer could study the occupants like lab rats, which was the idea. The door to each room was also glass so the watcher’s view wasn’t obstructed. Even the facing wall of each bathroom was clear Plexiglas. The transparent bathroom walls were a recent renovation, not because the observers had decided they wanted to study their subjects’ elimination practices, but because they’d found that when all four walls of the bathrooms were opaque, some of the subjects spent entire days in there to escape the constant scrutiny.The exterior glass wall was actually one-way glass. They’d debated that, one-way versus two-way. Bauer had allowed Matasumi to make the final decision, and he’d sent his research assistants scurrying after every psychology treatise on the effects of continual observation. After weighing the evidence, he’d decided one-way glass would be less intrusive. By hiding the observers from sight, they were less likely to agitate the subjects. He’d been wrong. At least with two-way glass the subjects knew when they were being watched. With one-way, they knew they were being watched -- none were naive enough to mistake the full-wall mirror for decoration -- but they didn’t know when, so they were on perpetual alert, which had a regrettably damning effect on their mental and physical health.The group passed the four occupied cells. One subject had his chair turned toward the rear wall and sat motionless, ignoring the magazines, the books, the television, the radio, everything that had been provided for his diversion. He sat with his back to the one-way glass and did nothing. That one had been at the compound nearly a month. Another occupant had arrived only this morning. She also sat in her chair, but facing the one-way glass, glaring at it. Defiant . . . for now. It wouldn’t last.Tess, the one research assistant Matasumi had brought to the project, stood by the defiant occupant’s cell, making notations on her clipboard. She looked up and nodded as they passed.“Anything?” Bauer asked.Tess glanced at Matasumi, shunting her reply to him. “Not yet.”“Because she can’t or won’t?” Bauer asked.Another glance at Matasumi. “It appears . . . I would say . . .”“Well?”Tess inhaled. “Her attitude suggests that if she could do more, she would.”“Can’t, then,” Winsloe said. “We need a Coven witch. Why we bothered with this one—”Bauer interrupted. “We bothered because she’s supposed to be extremely powerful.”“According to Katzen,” Winsloe said. “If you believe him. I don’t. Sorcerer or not, the guy’s full of shit. He’s supposed to be helping us catch these freaks. Instead, all he does is tell us where to look, then sits back while our guys take all the risks. For what? This?” He jabbed a finger at the captive. “Our second useless witch. If we keep listening to Katzen, we’re going to miss out on some real finds.”“Such as vampires and werewolves?” Bauer’s lips curved in a small smile. “You’re still miffed because Katzen says they don’t exist.”“Vampires and werewolves,” Matasumi muttered. “We are in the middle of unlocking unimaginable mental power, true magic. We have potential access to sorcerers, necromancers, shamans, witches, every conceivable vessel of magic . . . and he wants creatures that suck blood and howl at the moon. We are conducting serious scientific research here, not chasing bogeymen.”Winsloe stepped in front of Matasumi, towering six inches over him. “No, old man, you’re conducting serious scientific research here. Sondra is looking for her holy grail. And me, I’m in it for fun. But I’m also bankrolling this little project, so if I say I want to hunt a werewolf, you’d better find me one to hunt.”“If you want to hunt a werewolf, then I’d suggest you put one in those video games of yours, because we can’t provide what doesn’t exist.”“Oh, we’ll find something for Ty to hunt,” Bauer said. “If we can’t find one of his monsters, we’ll have Katzen summon something suitably demonic.”“A demon?” Winsloe said. “Now that’d be cool.”“I’m sure it would,” Bauer murmured and pushed open the door into the shaman’s former cell.