"Dark and disturbingly beautiful world where humans are merely prey"
Reviewed by Debbie Wiley
Posted March 8, 2016
Fantasy | Science Fiction Alternate History
Tensions have been rapidly increasing between the Others
and the humans, placing their uneasy truce in jeopardy.
Simon Wolfgard, the leader of Lakeside Courtyard, finds
himself in the midst of the drama unfolding across the
world. His decision to shelter Meg Corbyn, a blood
prophet (also known as a cassandra sangue), has led to
increased relationships with both humans and other
communities sheltering the blood prophets. Unfortunately,
a group of radicalized humans is defying the rule of the
Others in various communities as the Humans First and
Last Movement is gaining steam—and is about to take
actions that will forever alter the world.
MARKED IN FLESH is the fourth book in The Others
series and I highly suggest reading it in the context of
the series as a whole. Anne Bishop has crafted a
multilayered world, populated by various species, and
each book has continued to expand both our knowledge and
the parameters of the world. MARKED IN FLESH ramps things
up to a whole new level, however, as the oh-so-mysterious
terra indigene have become angered by the actions of the
Humans First and Last Movement and there may be no
turning back.
I love seeing Meg's character evolve and grow. Meg has
come a long way from the scared and confused blood
prophet who first arrived at the Lakeside Courtyard
seeking a job and shelter. Meg is now emerging as a
leader and a woman in her own right. I'm curious to see
what direction Anne Bishop will take her relationship
with Simon in future books.
Anne Bishop's eloquent use of language draws a haunting,
evocative picture of a world where humans are merely prey
for the darker creatures that inhabit the land and seas.
MARKED IN FLESH gives us our first real glimpse at the
terra indigene who have remained hidden in the shadows,
and I still shudder thinking about some of the scenes. I
had thought Tess was the scariest of the Others until
reading MARKED IN FLESH, but oh, the damage wreaked by
other beings far more powerful has me wondering how on
earth humans will ever survive Anne Bishop's world! I
just can't rave enough about Anne Bishop's dark and
disturbingly beautiful world. If you read just one dark
fantasy series, make it The Others.
SUMMARY
Fourth in the “flawless” (The Reading Café) New
York
Times bestselling
series from the author of VISION IN SILVER. For centuries, the Others and humans have lived side by
side
in uneasy peace. But
when humankind oversteps its bounds, the Others will have
to
decide how much
humanity they’re willing to tolerate—both within
themselves
and within their
community... Since the Others allied themselves with the cassandra
sangue, the fragile yet
powerful human blood prophets who were being exploited by
their own kind, the
delicate dynamic between humans and Others changed. Some,
like Simon Wolfgard,
wolf shifter and leader of the Lakeside Courtyard, and
blood
prophet Meg Corbyn,
see the new, closer companionship as beneficial—both
personally and practically. But not everyone is convinced. A group of radical humans
is
seeking to usurp land
through a series of violent attacks on the Others. What
they
don’t realize is that
there are older and more dangerous forces than shifters
and
vampires protecting
the land that belongs to the Others—and those forces are
willing to do whatever is
necessary to protect what is theirs...
ExcerptChapter 1
Sunsday, Juin 5The sweet blood has changed things. You have changed
because of her. We are intrigued by the humans who have
gathered around your Courtyard, so we will give you some
time to decide how much human the terra indigene will
keep. ***** Simon Wolfgard, leader of the Lakeside Courtyard, stared
at his bedroom ceiling, the words of warning, of threat,
chasing away sleep, as they had for the past few nights. The words weren’t the only thing chasing away sleep.
Procrastination was a human trait, and in this past week,
he’d discovered that it had its own kind of bite. Wolves
didn’t procrastinate. When the pack needed food, they
went hunting. They didn’t make excuses or find some
unimportant thing that didn’t need doing at that very
minute. They got on with the business of taking care of
the things that, in turn, took care of them. I wanted Meg to heal from the cut she made last week. I
wanted to give her time before asking her to carry some
of the weight of these decisions. She’s the Trailblazer
who is finding ways for other cassandra sangue to
survive. She didn’t make decisions for herself or anyone
else for twenty-four years, and now she’s supposed to
make all these important decisions that could mean life
or death for . . . who? The other blood prophets? All the
humans living in Thaisia? Growling, as if that would scare his thoughts into
hiding, Simon rolled over, closed his eyes, and pushed
his face into his pillow, determined to get a little more
sleep. But the thoughts were excellent hunters and
devoured sleep. We will give you some time to decide how much human the
terra indigene will keep. For the past week, he’d made excuses to himself and the
rest of the Courtyard’s Business Association, and they
had let him make those excuses because none of them—not
Vlad or Henry or Tess—wanted to tell Meg what was truly
at stake now. But time, like Meg’s strange, fragile skin,
was not something he could afford to waste. Rolling the other way, Simon stared at the window. As he
raised his head, his ears shifted to Wolf shape, pricking
to better catch the sounds outside Sparrows. Those first sleepy chirps that announced the
dawn when the sky began its change from black to gray. Morning. Pushing aside the tangled sheet, Simon hustled into the
bathroom to pee. As he washed his hands, he glanced over
his shoulder. Did he need to shower? He bent his head and
gave himself a sniff. He smelled like a healthy Wolf. So
he would shower later when he’d have to deal with more
than the one human who was his special friend. Besides,
she wouldn’t be taking a shower either. He took a step away from the sink, then stopped. Skipping
a shower was one thing, but the human mouth in the
morning produced scents strong enough to discourage close
contact. Loading toothpaste onto his toothbrush, Simon studied his
reflection while he cleaned his teeth. Dark hair that was
getting shaggy—he’d need to do something about that
before the Courtyard’s guests arrived. Skin that had
browned a bit from working outside without a shirt on.
And the amber eyes of a Wolf. Human skin or Wolf form,
the eyes didn’t change. He rinsed out his mouth and started to put the toothbrush
back in the medicine chest above the sink. Then he looked
at his reflection and lifted his lips to reveal his
teeth. No, the eyes didn’t change when he shifted to Wolf, but .
. . Shifting his head to Wolf form, he loaded the toothbrush
with toothpaste a second time and brushed the other,
better, set of teeth. Then he growled because a Wolf’s
mouth wasn’t designed to rinse and spit. He ended up
leaning over the sink and pouring cups of water over his
teeth and tongue so no one would think he was foaming at
the mouth. “Next time I’m just chewing a twig as usual,” he grumbled
when he shifted back to fully human. Returning to the bedroom, he pulled on jeans and a T-
shirt. Then he stepped to the window and put his face
close to the screen. Cool enough outside for socks and
sneakers—and a sweatshirt since they would be walking at
Meg’s speed, not his. He finished dressing, then grabbed his keys out of the
dish on his dresser and went out the door in his
apartment that opened onto the back hallway he shared
with Meg. He unlocked her kitchen door and opened it
carefully. Sometimes she used the slide lock as extra
security, and breaking her door by accident would just
cause trouble. He’d caused enough trouble the time he’d broken the door
on purpose. No slide lock. Good. Simon slipped into Meg’s kitchen and quietly closed the
door. Then he headed for her bedroom. A light breeze coming through the partially opened window
played with the summer curtains the female pack—Meg’s
human friends—had helped her purchase and hang. The
morning light also came through the window, giving him a
clear look at the woman curled up under the covers. Was she cold? If he’d stayed with her last night, she
wouldn’t be cold. “Meg?” Cautious, because she could kick like a moose when
she was scared, he gave her shoulder a little push. “Time
to wake up, Meg.” She grunted and burrowed under the covers until only the
top of her head showed. Wrong response. Holding out one hand to block a potential kick, Simon
laid the other hand on her hip and bounced her against
the mattress a couple of times. “What? What?” Meg struggled to sit up, so he obligingly
grabbed her arm and pulled. “Time to wake up.” “Simon?” She turned her head and blinked at the window.
“It’s still dark.” She flopped down on the bed and tried
to pull up the covers. He grabbed the covers, and the brief game of tug had her
sitting upright again. “It’s not dark; it’s just early,” he said. “Come on, Meg.
We’ll take a walk.” “It’s not morning. The alarm clock didn’t go off.” “You don’t need an alarm clock. You’ve got sparrows, and
they say it’s morning.” When she didn’t respond, Simon hauled her to her feet and
steered her out the bedroom door and down the hallway to
the bathroom. “Are you awake enough to pee and brush your teeth?” She closed the door in his face. Taking that as a yes, Simon returned to Meg’s bedroom and
pulled out the clothes she would need. Most of the
clothes. Apparently a male wasn’t supposed to take a
female’s underclothes out of a drawer unless he was mated
to that female. And males weren’t supposed to see the
underclothes unless females wanted the underclothes to be
seen. He didn’t understand why everyone fussed about taking
clean clothes out of a drawer. Underclothes smelled a lot
more interesting after the female wore them. Probably not something human females wanted to know. While he waited, he made up the bed, more to discourage
Meg from falling back into it than because he wanted to
tidy the room. Besides, running his hands over the sheets
and breathing in her scent made him happy. Why had he thought sleeping in his human form last night
was a good idea, especially when it meant sleeping alone?
If he had shifted to his Wolf form as he usually did, he
could have stayed with Meg, could have curled up next to
her in her bed. All right, he hadn’t thought staying in human form
overnight was a good idea, just a necessary exercise. Six
Wolves from the Addirondak packs were coming to the
Lakeside Courtyard next week to experience interacting
with humans in ways they couldn’t in their own territory.
Three were adults who were already dealing with the
humans who lived in towns located in and around the
Addirondak Mountains. The other three were juveniles who
had completed their first year of the human-centric
education that would train them to keep watch over the
humans living in Thaisia. Keeping watch to make sure humans kept to the agreements
their ancestors had made with the terra indigene was
dangerous work. The Others might refer to humans as
clever meat—and they were—but they were also invading
predators who grabbed territory whenever they could. And
despite what their government officials said, humans
weren’t really concerned with the overall well-being of
their kind. Humans belonging to the Humans First and Last
movement had howled about a food shortage in Thaisia and
said the terra indigene had caused it. But it was the HFL
humans who had sold the surplus stores of food to the
Cel-Romano Alliance of Nations for profit and then lied
about it. Those lies had spurred a fight in Lakeside that
resulted in the deaths of police officer Lawrence
MacDonald and Crystal Crowgard. By doing those things,
humans had drawn the attention of terra indigene who
usually stayed away from human-controlled places while
their intentions were benevolent. Those earth natives, who lived deep in the wild country,
had decided that the humans living in Thaisia had
committed a breach of trust, and all agreements between
humans and the Others might be rescinded. Probably would
be rescinded. Already there were restrictions on what
kind of cargo could be carried by ships traveling on the
Great Lakes. There were restrictions on what kind of
human could travel from one human city to another. The
human governments that oversaw human concerns on a
regional level were reeling from the sanctions. If ships
couldn’t carry food and merchandise from one region to
another, if trains couldn’t carry food and fuel to cities
that needed both, what would happen to all the humans
living on the continent? If the humans who were supposed to be in charge had paid
any attention to Thaisia’s history, they would know what
would happen to the humans. The invasive, two-legged
predators would be eliminated, and the land would be
reclaimed by the earth natives, the terra indigene, the
Others. But that wouldn’t be as easy to do as it had been a few
centuries ago. Then, there was little that the humans
built or used that would harm the land if left to decay
on its own. Now there were refineries that processed the
crude oil being drawn out of the earth. Now there were
places that stored fuel. Now there were industries that
might damage the land if left untended. How much would be
harmed if those things were destroyed or abandoned? Simon had no answers, and the terra indigene who watched
over the wild country—the dangerous, primal beings who
cloaked their true terra indigene nature in forms so old
those shapes had no names—would not be concerned with
answers. Even if everything else disappeared from the
world to make room for the new that would be born from
destruction and change, they would still exist. The terra indigene shifters like the Wolves and Bears,
the Hawks and Crows, referred to those forms as the
Elders, a benevolent-sounding word for the beings who
were Namid’s teeth and claws. Meg returned from the bathroom, looking a little more
awake and a lot less happy to see him. She was going to
be more unhappy when she found out why he wanted to take
this walk. “Get dressed, Meg. We need to talk.” She pointed at the bedroom door. He was the leader of the Courtyard and she was an
employee of the Courtyard, so she shouldn’t be allowed to
give him orders, even nonverbal ones. But he was learning
that, when dealing with humans, pack order wasn’t always
maintained inside the den. Which meant Meg was dominant
in her den and could disregard that he was dominant
everywhere else. He left the room and closed the door, then pressed his
ear against the wood. Drawers opening, drawers closing.
Movement. “Stop hovering, Simon.” She sounded annoyed instead of sleepy. Having
sufficiently poked the porcupine, so to speak, he went
back to her kitchen and checked out her cupboards and
fridge to make sure she had enough people food. Half a
quart of milk; a couple of bites of cheese—maybe more in
terms of human bites; a small bowl of strawberries—her
share of the berries she and Henry Beargard had picked
yesterday; a wrapped half a sandwich from A Little Bite,
the Courtyard’s coffee shop. Her cupboard had a canning jar of peaches, a jar of
spaghetti sauce, and a box of spaghetti. “If you’re poking around for leftover pizza, I ate it
last night,” Meg said, entering the kitchen. Simon closed the cupboard. Was this a typical amount of
food for humans to store in the warmer months? He didn’t
have more than this in his kitchen, but he usually chased
down his meal and ate it fresh, so other foods were just
supplements that he enjoyed for taste and were good for
the human form. “Did you want something to eat?” Meg asked. “Later.” Leaving her kitchen, he went down the back
stairs that led to the outer door, confident that she
would follow him. Once outside, he took her hand, linking
his fingers with hers, a form of contact and connection
they’d started a week ago after she’d spoken prophecy
about the River Road Community. “The grass is wet,” Meg said. “Shouldn’t we walk on the
road?” Simon shook his head. This morning the road, which was
wide enough for a vehicle and formed a circle inside the
Courtyard, felt too human. How to start? What to say? They passed the expanded kitchen garden for the Green
Complex, the only multispecies complex in the Courtyard.
As a way to help the humans who were working for the
Courtyard, the Others had agreed to let those humans
share in the harvest if they did their share of the work.
There was at least one human checking the garden every
day, making sure the plants had enough water—and the
females especially had eyes like a Hawk’s when it came to
spotting a weed.
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