Gideon: A Novel
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A modern tale of witchcraft and dark suspense, readers who love the thrills of Preston & Child, the sexiness of Kim Harrison, the modern magic of Lev Grossman, and the styling of Deborah Harkness and J.D. Horn will be drawn into Alex Gordon's edge-of-your-seat, debut supernatural thriller.
When Lauren’s father dies, she makes a shocking discovery. The man she knew as John Reardon was once a completely different person, with a different name. Now, she’s determined to find out who he really was, even though her only clues are an old photograph, some letters, and the name of a town—Gideon.
But someone—or something—doesn’t want her to discover the truth. A strange man is stalking her, appearing everywhere she turns, and those who try to help her end up dead. Neither a shadowy enemy nor her own fear are going to prevent her from solving the mystery of her father—and unlocking the secrets of her own life.
Making her way to Gideon, Lauren finds herself more confused than ever. Nothing in this small Midwestern town is what it seems, including time itself. Residents start going missing, and Lauren is threatened by almost every townsperson she encounters. Two hundred years ago, a witch was burned at the stake, but in Gideon, the past feels all too chillingly present . . .
Waycross and a few of her friends were kind enough to help me out.” “I thought I’d seen these things before.” Jorie sniffed. “Quite a few times.” She turned to Corey and waggled her finger. “You should know better.” “I was swept into this at the last minute.” Corey glanced at Lauren, and twitched the barest of winks. “I don’t see the Master.” Jorie’s smile could have opened a can. “Master Cateman won’t be joining us this evening. He’s indisposed.” She nodded to someone who had entered the
here.” “Were they written before or after the fire?” Lauren caught a few confused looks. But Thaddeus Trace studied her for a time, drummed his fingers on the couch, then raised his hand to speak. “You work in the business world—we checked. You have an M.B.A. You understand about value, investment, the good that people derive from owning something worthwhile.” His brow drew down. “Gideon has been a cipher for far too long. We would be able to make it a center of commerce, of industry. People
head toward the cot in the far corner of the room. “You and the good Mistress have met, I believe.” Lauren looked toward the cot just as what she took to be a bundled blanket shifted. A face appeared amid the pile, eyes glaring daggers. “What the hell is she doing here?” Jorie sat up and the blanket fell away to reveal her naked torso, breasts and stomach dotted with bite marks. “The good Mistress came to me for comfort. It seems her good Master has taken a turn.” Nicholas Blaine smiled. “You
Cateman drew up tall and straight. “You are a Petrie of Gideon. A child of the Lady, charged with guarding the border between this world and the next. Your duty has called, and you will answer.” With that, he headed down the slope to join his wife and the others, his white hair bright against the woodland gloom. Petrie watched as Cateman’s earthly charges crowded around him like children welcoming their father, as they trod upon Eliza Mullin’s ashes and ground them into the dirt. When he could
oxford shirt. “This is Gideon business. But as it concerns you, you do have the right to be here.” Lauren nodded toward Deena and the others. “One of them is missing. An older woman. Amanda.” She heard a few gasps, then silence. Could hear a pin drop. Such a cliché, which didn’t begin to describe the quiet, the held breath and sidelong looks. Waycross sucked her lower lip for a few moments. “What did she look like?” “You know what Amanda Petrie looks like, Virginia.” A gruff voice from the far