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No sleep till doomsday / Laurence MacNaughton.

By: MacNaughton, Laurence, 1975-.
Material type: TextTextSeries: MacNaughton, Laurence, Dru Jasper: 3.Publisher: Amherst, New York : Pyr, an imprint of Prometheus Books, 2018Copyright date: ©2018Description: 287 pages ; 21 cm.Content type: text Media type: unmediated Carrier type: volumeISBN: 9781633884960 (paperback).Other title: No sleep till dooms day.Subject(s): Magicians -- Fiction | Wizards -- FictionGenre/Form: Paranormal fiction. | Fantasy fiction. DDC classification: 813/.6 Summary: "When a deadly enchantress steals an amulet of unimaginable power, crystal sorceress Dru Jasper must risk everything to get it back. With this amulet in hand, the enchantress could break the sixth seal of the apocalypse scroll. If she does, the seas will boil, the stars will fall from the sky, and the earth itself will split apart. Overall, bad news. There's only one way to stop doomsday: find the apocalypse scroll first. But Dru's attempts to track down the scroll run smack up against the dark secrets of her half-demon boyfriend, Greyson. His uncanny connection to the demon-possessed muscle car Hellbringer could threaten the fate of the world--unless Dru can find a way to break his curse for good. Which isn't easy, since one of her friends has decided to solve the problem by eliminating Greyson. As her boyfriend battles her best friends, Dru is locked in a high-speed chase with the enchantress, fighting a fierce magical duel she cannot win alone. Can Dru save Greyson's soul, salvage her friendships, and find the apocalypse scroll in time to stop doomsday?"-- Provided by publisher.
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An inexperienced sorceress must retrieve a priceless artifact from the enchantress who stole it, break the curse on her half-demon boyfriend, and stop her friends from turning on each other before the enchantress calls down doomsday. When a wicked enchantress steals a cursed doomsday amulet, crystal sorceress Dru Jasper has only twenty-four hours to get it back before the world will come to a fiery end. With this supernatural amulet in hand, the enchantress intends to break the sixth seal of the apocalypse scroll-making the seas boil, the stars fall from the sky, and the earth itself split apart. Overall, bad news. Dru must hit the road to get the amulet back. But she suspects her half-demon boyfriend, Greyson, and his demon-possessed muscle car, Hellbringer, are hiding a dark secret. Can she trust them to help her stop doomsday? Worse, tracking down the enchantress runs Dru smack up against a pack of killer shape-shifters, the grim mystery of a radioactive ghost town, and a dangerous

"When a deadly enchantress steals an amulet of unimaginable power, crystal sorceress Dru Jasper must risk everything to get it back. With this amulet in hand, the enchantress could break the sixth seal of the apocalypse scroll. If she does, the seas will boil, the stars will fall from the sky, and the earth itself will split apart. Overall, bad news. There's only one way to stop doomsday: find the apocalypse scroll first. But Dru's attempts to track down the scroll run smack up against the dark secrets of her half-demon boyfriend, Greyson. His uncanny connection to the demon-possessed muscle car Hellbringer could threaten the fate of the world--unless Dru can find a way to break his curse for good. Which isn't easy, since one of her friends has decided to solve the problem by eliminating Greyson. As her boyfriend battles her best friends, Dru is locked in a high-speed chase with the enchantress, fighting a fierce magical duel she cannot win alone. Can Dru save Greyson's soul, salvage her friendships, and find the apocalypse scroll in time to stop doomsday?"-- Provided by publisher.

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<opt> <anon I1="BLANK" I2="BLANK">CHAPTER 1 -- NOTHING LASTS FOREVER   For some reason, Dru had always assumed doomsday would fall on a Monday. Not on a nice, easy summer Friday night. The universe just didn't seem to be that cruel. Then again, Dru had been wrong about doomsday before.   When the energetic knock sounded at her door, she opened it to find Greyson standing on her threshold. He held a lush bouquet of red peonies in one hand, and an expensive-looking bottle of wine in the other. He had replaced his usual white T-shirt and black leather biker jacket with a pressed button-down gray shirt and designer jacket. For once, he was freshly shaved, and he smelled great.   Dru's jaw dropped open in surprise, and she quickly shut it. His eyebrows crept upward. "Am I early?"   She folded her arms across her ragged sweatshirt and turned to look at the shambles of her apartment, feeling her cheeks redden. For the last few days, she had locked herself inside with her ancient books of magical knowledge, determined once and for all to discover a way to break Greyson's curse. Every flat surface was covered with tall stacks of smelly, old texts and multicolored crystals. The floor was dominated by a shimmering seven-pointed star made of copper wire. The stubby dregs of candles burned at each point.   Greyson gestured with the bouquet of flowers. "When I called, you said you were lighting candles, so . . ."   " Ohh! Candles, yes, but . . ." Dru chewed on her upper lip, struggling to explain all of this in a way that wasn't completely awkward.   "You see, the candles are for work . . ." She gestured toward the copper star, painfully aware of the essential oil stains on her sleeve. She tried to hide them by pretending to fix her hair, which was a hopeless disaster. With a nervous laugh, she said, "I thought you were coming over on Friday night."   His rugged face showed utter confusion. "It is Friday."   "What? Nooo ." She checked her phone. "Oh, fudge buckets. Look, um, just give me a few minutes to straighten up and--"   "It's okay. It's work. I should probably just go." He hesitated, as if he wanted to say more, then held out the flowers. "These are for you."   "No! No, you don't have to go. Come in, come in." She took the flowers and wine, and quickly set them aside. Racing around like mad, she picked up stacks of dusty medieval manuscripts and a couple of creatively misplaced yoga pants, staggering under the combined weight of it all. "Sorry. I've been doing all this research. Obviously. And I'm so close. So close. I found this thing in one of the padlocked Stanislaus journals where he made kind of a poetic reference to Tristram banishing a 'demon of the horse,' which isn't precisely the problem you have, but let me just-- whoa! " She accidentally kicked over a lit candle with her bare foot, spilling hot wax across the hopelessly scarred wood floor.   "Got it." Moving quickly, Greyson steadied her and stooped to right the candle. The flame guttered and went out, releasing a curl of smoke.   "Oh, good. Nothing's on fire." Dru set the books down on top of another stack, pausing a moment to make sure the whole thing didn't topple over. When she turned around again, Greyson was smiling down at her.   "Looks like I need to get you out of this apartment," he said. "How about a fancy dinner to shake things up?"   "Oh, shoot." She adjusted her glasses and squinted at the microwave. "I heated up that burrito like . . . Wait, was that lunchtime?" The grumble in her belly told her that she hadn't eaten it. "I'm sorry, everything is such a mess. It's just that I'm putting everything else on hold until I find a way to break your curse. So you can be normal again, and not one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse."   At that, Greyson's smile vanished. Though he didn't move, he suddenly seemed miles away from her, as if her words had driven an invisible gulf between them.   Her empty stomach clenched up with worry. "What? What did I say?"   He just shook his head and walked over to the window. In the evening sky beyond, the distant sparkling lights of downtown Denver glowed peacefully. Dru's apartment was on the upstairs floor over her shop, the Crystal Connection. Outside the window, metal stairs ran down to the parking space behind her store. It wasn't the most glamorous place to live, and she certainly hadn't meant Greyson to see it like this for the first time. But that didn't seem to be what was bugging him. "You really want to make me normal again?"   "For sure. Yes. Absolutely." She studied the tension in his shoulders, wondering at the sudden change in him. "Why, what am I missing?"   He let out a long breath and hung his head, then looked at her. The light of the candles reflected in his blue eyes. "Everything that exists between me and you, everything, it's all because there's something wrong with me."   At first, she thought he was joking, and she started to laugh. But the hard look in his eyes made the laughter dry up instantly.   She cleared her throat. "Well, that's just not true. We have plenty of things in common besides, you know, doomsday problems."   His gaze didn't waver. "Name one thing."   She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing sprang to mind. Her entire life revolved around musty books, dusty rocks, and an encyclopedia's worth of knowledge about healing herbs and potions. His life, on the other hand, involved old cars, engines, wrenches, tires--and being cursed with the destructive powers of a Horseman of the Apocalypse.   His gaze softened. "The strange powers I have, that's the whole reason we met. That's why we've been so close. Because you're worried that at any moment, I could crack. I could become a monster again."   For a moment, Dru visualized the creature he'd once been. Looming horns, vicious fangs, rippling leathery skin as black as midnight, and eyes fiery red as hot coals. With an effort, she pushed that unsettling memory aside and focused on the handsome man standing before her.   "Let's not jump to the worst-case scenario just yet, okay? Things are under control. There was a time, not too long ago, when you were running around with horns growing out of your head." With both index fingers, she pointed at her own temples for emphasis. "And right now, you look great, okay? More than great. Fantastic. Amazing." She looked him up and down, drinking in the sight of him, then shook her head, trying not to get distracted. "The point is, we're making progress, and that's what counts. I'm not giving up. Somewhere inside all of these books, there's a cure. And I will find it."   "And then what?"   "Then you'll be normal again. Isn't that what you want?" She stepped closer to him, acutely aware that on a deeper level, he was asking a question she didn't quite comprehend. "How could that possibly be a problem?"   His lips pressed into a thin line. "If you fix me, if you get rid of my Horseman powers, then what am I? Just some mechanic with an old car."   The anguish in his voice cut through her. She laid a hand on his strong arm. "Greyson, no. It's not like that at all."   "Before I met you, I never believed in magic. Or monsters. Or any of this." His voice grew husky. "And now I've seen what you can do. I know the world needs you and your friends. People like you, born with powers that can save lives, fight the bad guys, keep everyone safe." His forehead creased with worry. "But once my powers are gone, I won't fit into your world anymore."   "That's not true," she said softly. But obviously he believed it. Her eyes stung with tears. "Is this . . . ?" Her voice cracked. "Is this you breaking up with me?"   How could she make him understand that they were meant to be together? They had a connection that went deeper than just their day-today interests. There was something about his very presence that affected her on a fundamental level. Being near him made her feel like everything was right with the world. Excerpted from No Sleep till Doomsday by Laurence MacNaughton All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.</anon> </opt>

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Publishers Weekly Review

Crystal sorceress Dru and her eclectic group of friends, including a literal speed demon trapped in a classic muscle car, once again fend off the end of the world in Macnaughton's third eclectic fantasy novel (after It Happened One Doomsday). In this alternate Denver, humans can turn into animals and magic is everywhere. Dru plans on using the lull in catastrophic events to find a cure for the curse afflicting her friend and crush, Greyson. But when Dru, her friend Opal, and her sometimes-friend Salem all have amulets of power stolen on the same night, it's clear that someone's attempting Armageddon, again. Sharp action scenes and pinpoint plotting keep the pages quickly turning, and crisp characterization and Macnaughton's obvious passion for intricate detail immerse readers into a terrifying, unforgettable world. Series fans will relish this installment. Agent: Kristin Nelson, Nelson Literary. (Oct.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.