Wrong Side Of Dead by Kelly MedingWrong Side Of Dead by Kelly Meding

Wrong Side Of Dead

byKelly Meding

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Monster hunter Evangeline Stone woke up on the wrong side of dead this morning—and now there’s hell to pay.
 
Barely recovered from her extended torture at the hands of mad scientist Walter Thackery, Evy can use a break. What she gets instead is a war, as the battered Triads that keep Dreg City safe find themselves under attack by half-Blood vampires who have somehow retained their reason, making them twice as lethal. Worse, the Halfies are joined by a breed of were-creature long believed extinct—back and more dangerous than ever. Meanwhile, Evy’s attempts at reconciliation with the man she loves take a hit after Wyatt is viciously assaulted—an attack traced to Thackery, who has not given up his quest to exterminate all vampires . . . even if he has to destroy Dreg City to do it. With Wyatt’s time running out, another threat emerges from the shadows and a staggering betrayal shatters the fragile alliance between the Triads, vampires, and shapeshifters, turning Evy’s world upside down forever.

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Kelly Meding discovered Freddy Krueger at a very young age and has since had a lifelong obsession with horror, science fiction, and fantasy, on which she blames her interest in vampires, psychic powers, superheroes, and all things paranormal. When not writing, she can be found crafting jewelry, playing with her cat, or enjoying a good ...
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Title:Wrong Side Of DeadFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:368 pages, 6.8 × 4.1 × 1 inPublished:January 31, 2012Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! This entire series is awesome. The characters are engaging, the storyline rich and I just cannot put it down. This book is for lovers of the paranormal, adventure with a hint of romance with flawed characters that draw the reader in until the very end. The moment I opened this book I was swept away and I didn't come back to reality until the last page was done. Awesome.
Date published: 2012-03-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Man, I Love This Series! Kelly Meding is back with the fourth installment in her Dreg City series, Wrong Side of Dead. This is such a unique and interesting series. Very dark and very gritty, you can’t have a light stomach to read these books. But, as I’ve said in past reviews, you never feel like the gore is too much or that it’s just there to make you squirm – it really blends well with the story and somehow just fits. It helps remind us that this world that Kelly created is dark and it helps us truly see just how strong her characters are. For anyone to be able to survive what these people survive, you have to be resilient and ridiculously brave. These are people who have been through hell and back and who are still standing, still ready to fight and still ready to help each other out. And as much as the world impresses me in this series, the characters impress me more. The series is told from Evy’s perspective. Her story is insane. Her story is also what makes this series so different. Ever since she was brought back from the dead (no, she’s not a zombie – she’s way cooler) in book one, Evy has struggled. She’s not sure who she is or what her purpose is. She’s dealing with feelings from ‘old’ Evy and ‘new’ Evy and isn’t sure how to mesh everything together. She’s always a strong, kick ass chick filled with heart and loyalty but her vulnerability and how she deals with what her new life throws at her is what makes her truly special. I have enjoyed her journey in these books, and I loved where her character went in Wrong Side of Dead. I feel like Evy finally has some closure and has a better understanding of who she is now. She has grown in leaps and bounds and is almost at peace with her new life. I was so happy for her because if someone deserves a happy moment or two, it’s Evy. Speaking of happy moments or two, Wyatt really needs that. Especially after this installment. I never would have anticipated where his character has ended up. Evy is usually the one who carries the ‘vulnerability torch’ in their relationship and Wyatt is usually the stronger, more stable one, but this time around we really see deep into Wyatt and feel his fear and confusion over the journey he is about to undertake. We even witnessed the more supporting characters change. Then again they did have to, either in this book or the last book, face some pretty important events that would force anyone to change. I mean…yeah. I even felt for the vampires! Seriously, the character growth in this book was amazing. Phin is another character I want to mention. In this book, he is totally bad-ass. Yet he still has that softer side – the side that makes you want to tell him anything because you know, without a doubt, that you can trust him with it. He is a little perturbed in this book and we really see how he is when someone messes with a loved one. Yes, we got a good idea in the second book, but for some reason, I feel we see it even better this time around. I love Phin’s character. I love how he is a main-ish character and is male yet is only friends with Evy – that there is no romantic anything there. I would not be disappointed at all if Phin suddenly decided to create a bit of a love triangle with Evy and Wyatt, but in the end Evy and Wyatt belong together so the love triangle would be moot. But really, I just want to see Phin kiss someone. I bet he’s a good kisser ;) There is one more thing about this series, other than the characters and the world, that makes it unique: it’s the way it’s written. Each chapter is a different timeline. Book one counts down how much time Evy has left. In this book, you bounce from right after the events at the end of book three to present time (about a three month span). You see and sense tension between characters or events are being referred to that you are not completely sure of the details, then you are brought there and it all falls into place. It is really neat and brings a whole different dynamic to the stories. It’s no secret that I am a huge fan of this series. It’s one of my absolute favorites. Everything about it, I like. Powerful characters mixed with interesting settings and a unique writing style. It’s Urban Fantasy the way it was meant to written. Wrong Side of Dead brings the series to places I wouldn’t have assumed it would go, but that work. It kept me guessing and I can’t wait to see what’s coming next.
Date published: 2012-02-08

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Chapter OneFriday, July 2511:10 p.m.The rave was already in full swing by the time Phineas and I showed up dressed to blend, even though we weren’t there for a party. Illegal raves full of drunk college students and twenty­somethings were the ideal hunting ground for half-­Blood vampires, which made the transformed warehouse the perfect place for our little stakeout. But while any Halfie would do, I was hoping to see one particular target show up.The music vibrated in my chest, loud enough for me to know my ears would be ringing by the time I left. We paused just inside, and Phineas el Chimal, my squad leader and partner for the night, closed his eyes to orient his more sensitive were-­hearing to the din. Ravers jostled past us, ignorant of the partygoers around them, caught up in their own narrow little worlds. They had no clue why we were there, or that death was mingling among the kegs, glow sticks, and gyrating bodies.No clue and no fucking manners. I was ready to turn around and slap the next person who elbowed me.Phin saved them by opening his clear blue eyes and smiling. “Ready to have some fun?” he asked.“Definitely.” I draped myself onto his arm so we’d look like the happy couple we were pretending to be, and his fingers laced through mine. We both knew we’d have to do some acting, and I trusted him to watch my back. He’d been doing it without fail since the day we met nearly three months ago.I stumbled a little in my knee-­high boots, not used to the three-­inch heels. My default shoes of choice were sneakers or combat boots—­better for running and kicking. But the black leather boots I had on now matched my black leather miniskirt, and their knee-­high length carefully hid a pair of serrated blades. The boots were the only place where my skimpy outfit could easily camouflage weapons, so I suffered the indignity of stumbling around in them. Anyway, it was also a good excuse to lean on Phin and put on a lovey-­dovey show.At least Phin had the benefit of jeans and a black wife-­beater, which showed off his toned physique and earned him appreciative smiles from a few female gawkers. I shot them possessive glares as we wove our way into the dancing, gyrating crowd. The air was thick with the distinctive odors of smoke, beer, and sweat.Phin tilted his head, pretended to nuzzle my neck, and whispered, “Team one, six o’clock.”I spotted them easily, dancing amid a tight cluster near the DJ’s stage. Gina Kismet and Marcus Dane were team one to our team two, and even from a distance they made quite the convincing (if mismatched) couple—­Gina’s five-­foot-­two, pale-­skinned, red-­haired goth girl to his six-­foot-­one, black-­haired, copper-­eyed pirate.Okay, so I never actually called him a pirate to his face, but the long hair in a ponytail, the ruddy complexion, and the tendency toward scruffy facial hair gave that impression. Even if I hadn’t known that the man was actually Felia—­a were-­jaguar, to be precise—­I would have suspected he wasn’t quite what he appeared.They were burning it up on the dance floor, completely into each other—­at least to the untrained eye. And besides our two pairs, we had two single plants mingling around the rave, on the lookout for shimmering eyes and silver-­streaked hair, or even a set of fangs that hadn’t been filed down. Half-­Blood vampires have certain telltale signs that can be covered up with contacts and hair dye, but members of the newest crop of Half­ies were bolder and smarter, and they weren’t as afraid of us as they used to be, back when an organization called the Triads existed and just our name sent them fleeing in fear. God, I miss those days.It didn’t really help that one of our own was now one of these bolder Half­ies and seemed to be using our hard-­learned tactics against us.Phin swept me through the crowd, and we ended up near the makeshift bar, where two guys with silver rings in their noses were filling cups from dozens of different kegs. Phin collected a beer for each of us to complete the fitting-­in image. Beer wasn’t my favorite, but I’d guzzled worse in the line of duty.At least a hundred people were in the main part of the warehouse, and I imagined dozens more wandered around, getting into any unlocked rooms they could find. Initial surveillance told us that the place had a section of offices on the north side of the warehouse, as well as roof access from the main floor.Although I had officially returned to the field last week, after spending almost three weeks training and recovering from being nearly tortured to death (again) last month, this was my first big mission since . . . well, since my time with the Triads.And a lot was riding on finding the guy we were looking for.“Time to play,” I said.Phin grinned. The strobe lights lit his angular face in a way that accentuated the fact that he was a were-­osprey—­ a predator in every sense of the word, but also a very loyal ally. Our relationship had its share of ups (me saving his life twice in the first two weeks we knew each other) and downs (him stabbing me in the stomach the first day we knew each other), but I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side for tonight’s operation. Except maybe the one man who no longer wanted to be there.We moved with the crowd, creating an easy dance of grinding and groping, while carefully observing the other dancers and sipping slowly at our beers. Gina and Marcus had disappeared. I spotted one of our single plants, a full-­Blood vampire named Quince, dancing it up with a pair of girls in slinky dresses. He’d dyed his white hair dark blond and wore blue contact lenses to cover his glimmering purple eyes. That color was a very distinctive vampire attribute. The other was his long, lean frame, which he carried like a male model.Quince had joined our organization two weeks ago and proved, right from the start, to be eager and very trainable. Phin immediately asked to have him assigned to his squad.Before separating for the night’s mission, our working sextet had come up with a handful of signals, since using earbuds would be useless with the noise levels. Quince caught me looking at him and tugged hard on his left earlobe—­shorthand for “I might have something.”I scratched my forehead along the hairline, motioning that I understood. “Come on,” I said to Phineas.We leaned on each other, pretending to be more tipsy than we were, as we threaded our way to the opposite wall, which was painted with Day-­Glo stripes and splatters. Quince extricated himself from his dance partners and met us there, slapping Phin on the shoulder as if greeting an old buddy.“Rumors are circulating about a private party at midnight,” Quince said, his tone serious even as his expression remained playful. “It promises a narcotic experience that is both mind-­altering and life-­changing.”It definitely sounded like what happens when humans are infected with the vampire parasite, which turns them into half-­Bloods. Vampires are a species unto themselves; they aren’t made and they were never human. Their saliva, however, is highly infectious to humans, and a single bite alters a human being’s brain functions and physical nature. Many infected humans go insane from the change, but some adapt and are able to function with relative ease—­relative given that they’re still driven by bloodlust and are at risk of infecting more humans. Which is why all Half­ies are on our “kill first, don’t ask questions” list.But the functional Half­ies were our target tonight. During the last two weeks, we’d stumbled across several places where a dozen or more Halfie corpses had been dumped after being beheaded. Word on the street said several functioning Half­ies were looking to create an army of similarly functioning Half­ies to take us on. And since two in three went bat shit crazy from the infection, they seemed to be building their ranks by trial and error.Which meant the bodies of the once innocent were piling up, and their makers had to be stopped. Of all the minor disasters plaguing the city, this was our most pressing. And the most personal, given the former Hunter who was helping to organize it.“Where’s the party?” I asked.“Meeting on the roof,” he replied. “For a brief inspection, I assume, before reporting the location to the chosen candidates.”“Awesome. What time is it?”Phin checked his cell phone. “Eleven-­twenty.”Good, we had a little time. “Quince, I want you and the other plants to stay down here just in case things get rowdy. Phin and I will let team one know, then head up to the roof.”Quince nodded, laughed like I’d just told the funniest joke ever, then melted back into the crowd. He was a damned good actor, for a vampire.Phin crowded in and pressed his forehead to mine, like a lover going in for a kiss. His familiar scent, wild and clean like a raging mountain river, settled around me. “Think he’ll show for the roof meet?” he asked, mouth mere inches from mine.“Hope so,” I replied, “but I’m not counting on it.” I was keenly aware of Phin’s warmth and of every place our skin touched. I missed this kind of contact with a man—­one man in particular, who made me crazy in the best and worst ways. But I couldn’t waste time missing Wyatt, or mourning our broken relationship. I had a damned job to do.“I’ll go tell Marcus,” Phin said. “Meet me by the roof access.”“Okay.”I lingered against the wall for the length of a song. That should be enough time for Phin to track down Marcus and Kismet and let them in on the new plan. The music changed. I eyed a path toward the far end of the warehouse where the stairwell (according to the blueprints) was located, aware of the pulsing throng between me and it.Which was why I didn’t notice my shadow until he’d sidled up next to me, leaning casually against the wall like he belonged there. I shifted sideways, prepared to tell him to get lost, and froze. Shit.“Hey, Evy.”He’d taken care to dye his hair back to its natural shade of brown, and donned a pair of lavender-­tinted sunglasses to obscure the new shimmer to his eyes, but the face was the same. Felix Diggory, former Hunter and two-­week-­old half-­Blood, grinned at me, his unfiled fangs gleaming brightly under the constantly shifting lights.I wasn’t sure how I’d react when I saw him again. I expected anger, grief, maybe even a little bit of shame, since I was there the night Felix got infected. Instead, all I felt was relief. Relief that he was here and I had the chance to correct my mistake. The mistake that allowed him to run free in the first place.

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“Kelly Meding is a real storyteller.”—Patricia Briggs, New York Times bestselling author of River Marked