Lake Silence

Lake Silence

by Anne Bishop

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Overview

In this thrilling and suspenseful fantasy set in the world of the New York Times bestselling Others series, an inn owner and her shape-shifting lodger find themselves enmeshed in danger and dark secrets.

Human laws do not apply in the territory controlled by the Others—vampires, shape-shifters, and even deadlier paranormal beings. And this is a fact that humans should never, ever forget....

After her divorce, Vicki DeVine took over a rustic resort near Lake Silence, in a human town that is not human controlled. Towns such as Vicki's don't have any distance from the Others, the dominant predators who rule most of the land and all of the water throughout the world. And when a place has no boundaries, you never really know what is out there watching you.

Vicki was hoping to find a new career and a new life. But when her lodger, Aggie Crowe—one of the shape-shifting Others—discovers a murdered man, Vicki finds trouble instead. The detectives want to pin the death on her, despite the evidence that nothing human could have killed the victim. As Vicki and her friends search for answers, ancient forces are roused by the disturbance in their domain. They have rules that must not be broken—and all the destructive powers of nature at their command.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780399587269
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/29/2019
Series: World of the Others Series , #1
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 464
Sales rank: 59,381
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.50(d)

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author Anne Bishop is a winner of the William L. Crawford Memorial Fantasy Award, presented by the International Association for the Fantastic in the Arts, for The Black Jewels Trilogy. She is the author of the Novels of the Others series and The World of the Others series.

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Vicki

Moonsday, Juin 12

I wouldn’t have known about the dead man if I hadn’t walked into the kitchen at the exact moment my one-and-only lodger was about to warm up an eyeball in the wave-cooker.

Until that moment, I hadn’t known I had a scream that could crack glass; I hadn’t wondered if an eyeball would puff up and explode in a wave-cooker like those animal-shaped marshmallows; and I hadn’t realized my lodger—Agatha “call me Aggie” Crowe—was that kind of Crow.

She seemed so normal, if you overlooked her timely payment of the rent each week and the fact that she had taken up residence in The Jumble three weeks ago and seemed to be enjoying herself.

“You can’t eat that!” I tried to sound firm, like a responsible human and business owner should. In truth, I sounded a wee bit hysterical, and I wished with all sincerity that I had walked into the kitchen five minutes later.

Then again, since the kitchen was one of the common rooms in the main building, I could have walked in when Aggie was halfway through her lunch, which I’m sure would have been more distressing for at least one of us.

“Why can’t I eat it?” She looked at the eyeball rolling around in the small bowl that was now sitting on the counter. “Nobody else wants it. It’s starting to get squooshy. And the dead man doesn’t need it.”

The words got me past the physical evidence. “What dead man?”

“The one who doesn’t need the eyeball.” Little black feathers suddenly sprouted at her hairline, confirming the nature of my lodger. I was going to have to rework the rental agreement so that there was a space for unimportant bits of information like . . . oh, say . . . species.

“Where did you find the dead man?”

“On the farm track that runs alongside Crabby Man’s place.”

I should have pointed out that Mr. Milford wasn’t usually crabby, but he did get exercised when someone took one bite out of all the ripe strawberries or pinched fruit from his trees, since he and his wife needed the income they made from selling fresh fruit and homemade preserves. But there were other priorities.

“Show me.” I held up a hand. “Wait. And don’t nibble.”

“But . . .”

“You can’t eat it. It could be evidence.”

Her dark eyes filled with reproach. “If I hadn’t wanted to warm it up because it was squooshy, you wouldn’t have known about the dead man and I could have had eyeball for lunch.”

I couldn’t refute that statement, so I backed up until I reached the wall phone in the kitchen, and then I dialed the emergency number for the Bristol Police Station. Bristol was a human town located at the southern end of Crystal Lake. Sproing, the only human village near Lake Silence, was currently without its own police force, so Bristol had drawn the short straw and had to respond to any of our calls for help.

“Bristol Police Station. What is your emergency?”

“This is Victoria DeVine at The Jumble in Sproing. One of my lodgers found a dead man.” Okay, Aggie was my only lodger, but there was no reason to advertise that. Right?

I started counting and reached seven before the dispatcher said, “Did you see the body?”

“No, but my lodger did.”

“How do you know the body is dead?”

“I’m looking at an eyeball that used to be attached to the body.”

This time I counted to eight.

“We’ll send someone.” The words were slow in coming, but at least they were said and would be officially noted somewhere.

I didn’t blame the dispatcher for hesitating to send someone to Sproing—after all, the police officer we’d had before last year’s Great Predation had been eaten, and a couple of officers who had answered calls since then had provoked something in the wild country and never made it back to their station—but I resented that I could feel her blaming me for whatever the police were going to find. On the other hand, I did withhold one tiny bit of information.

Just wait until the responding officer realized he had to interview one of the terra indigene.

A bit of useful information. My name is Victoria “call me Vicki” DeVine. I used to be Mrs. Yorick Dane, but giving up my married name was one of the conditions of my receiving valuable property—aka The Jumble—as part of the divorce settlement. Apparently the second official Mrs. Dane didn’t like the idea that someone else had had the name first. Fortunately, she didn’t seem as possessive about Yorick’s Vigorous Appendage. I could have told her that a couple dozen other women had had it before she took possession. But it wasn’t likely that she would keep solo possession of the appendage for long, so let her figure things out the hard way like I did. Of course, if she had been one of those indulgences, then she already knew the signs and might be able to nip them in the bud. Maybe that’s why, before I had moved away from Hubb NE, I had seen her in the garden center buying long-handled loppers—the kind used to prune branches—when I’d heard her loudly proclaiming the previous week that gardening was a hobby for women who couldn’t do anything else and so not of interest to her.

Anyway, I was married to Yorick Dane, an entrepreneur—aka wheeler-dealer—although I never understood what sort of deals were wheeled. He said I didn’t have a head for business. I finally said I didn’t have a head for cheating of any kind. Suddenly, after a decade of marriage, he said I wasn’t living up to the promises that were implied by my name, meaning I wasn’t hot or in any way sexy. The fact that it took him a decade to realize I was fivefoot four and plump instead of a five-foot-ten pole dancer with big tits was confusing. But once he made that discovery, he decided that he needed someone who would stand by him, and that would not be me.

So that’s how I came to be the owner of The Jumble. According to the story that was muttered by Yorick’s family once they’d had a little too much to drink, The Jumble was conceived and built by Yorick’s great-great-aunt, Honoria Dane, a woman who was equal parts visionary and eccentric. She and her brothers were given equal shares in their father’s fortune, the shares being dispersed upon the child’s twenty-fifth birthday. Great-great (I never heard anyone refer to her by her given name) had sunk her part of the fortune into building The Jumble. It was supposed to be a self-sufficient and self-supporting community. It began its genteel decline almost from the moment Great-great finished building it.

The Jumble consisted of the sprawling two-story main house, which had a small but fully equipped apartment for the owner as well as two suites with private bathrooms for guests. It also had a big communal kitchen, a dining room, a library, a social room, an office for the owner, several empty rooms whose use I couldn’t identify, and a large shower area off the kitchen that could accommodate up to four people at a time as long as they weren’t shy. Besides the main house, there were four sets of cabins—three connected cabins to a set—within easy walking distance from the main building. Each cabin was similar to an efficiency apartment with an open floor plan—no walls or doors for anything but the bathroom. Well, the three lakeside cabins that were closest to the main building had en suite bathrooms. The other nine cabins were a bit more primitive and an ongoing project.

There were acres of land that could be used by the . . . beings . . . in residence—plenty of room for growing food or raising a goat or two for whatever reason one keeps goats. There was even a chicken coop, sans chickens. It was probably sans a few other things, but if the chickens couldn’t pay rent, I couldn’t afford to update their lodgings. But The Jumble had one thing the village of Sproing did not—it included easy access to Lake Silence, which was an afterthought body of water compared to the other Finger Lakes. There was a public beach at the southern end of the lake, but I thought The Jumble’s private beach and dock were a lot nicer.

Whoever negotiated the original lease agreement for the use of the land knew every devious loophole a person might try to use to rezone/repurpose/re-something the land. But the terms were brutally simple: it was The Jumble with its set number of buildings of a particular size and so many acres of cultivated land (being a modest percentage of the overall acreage) or nothing. The Dane inheritance was actually the buildings and their contents. The land could be used only within the terms of the lease.

Last bit of information. Sproing is a human village with a population of less than three hundred. Like most, if not all, of the villages in the Finger Lakes area, it is not human controlled. Sure, we have an elected mayor and village council, and we pay taxes for garbage pickup and road maintenance and things like that. The main difference is this: on the continent of Thaisia, a human-controlled town is a defined piece of land with boundaries, and humans can do anything they want within those boundaries. But villages like Sproing don’t have a boundary, don’t have that distance from the terra indigene. The earth natives. The Others. The dominant predators that control most of the land throughout the world and all of the water.

When a place has no boundaries, you never really know what’s out there watching you.

The surprising thing is there hadn’t been a reported interaction with one of the Others in decades. At least around Sproing. Maybe the Others have been coming in and buying come sproing with me or i [heart] sproingers T-shirts without anyone realizing it, but even though the village lost about a quarter of its residents because of last summer’s Great Predation, everyone still wanted to believe that the Others were Out There and didn’t find us interesting enough—or bothersome enough—to hunt down and have as snacks.

Which made me wonder if the Others came into town seasonally, like tourists. And that made me wonder if everyone had missed the obvious when stores ran out of condiments like ketchup and hot sauce some weekends—and whether a run on ketchup and hot sauce coincided with people disappearing.

(Continues…)



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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Having read all the other books is The Others series I had very high hopes for Lake of Silence. While the cast of characters was different the story was still enthralling. I am eagerly awaiting the next installment.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Like the Shalador novels connected to the Black Jewels books, this book is loosely connected to the Lakeside Others novels, but in a setting of its own. Illuminating what happens when the common and the wondrous work together, it’s approachable magic in a wild world.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Meanwhile in another part of the world of the others: Ms.Vickie and Lake Silence are headed for trouble. You'd have expected the humans to have learned by now....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read it too fast! Couldn't put it down unless I had to. I am looking forward to future stories.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If it's an Anne Bishop book I know I won't be disappointed. I love the world of "The Others" and enjoy learning more about it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Could not put it down.loved it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
With this book, Anne Bishop tries a few experiments and they all work! Vicki had a bad marriage, a bad divorce and now a very bad ex who's gunning for her settlement. Fortunately she has more friends than she thinks who are more unusual than she realizes. This is a rather spectacular entry in the Others series, and I hope she continues in this vein for other parts of this fascinating world!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It's different from the other books containing Meg and Simon and the rest of lakeside. It's an ok story, but the mystery or anticipation of turning the page to find out what happens next is not there because the mystery was already outlined for the reader so the anticipation of eagerly turning the page to find out what happens next is not there either. I wish the author had centered the story with other blood prophets like..Hope Wolfsong, to see how she griws up and become a confident young woman or the other five young blood prophets that were rescued, that said, the change from a first person. POV was unexpected, And the second POV from the other characters just throws off the story. It didn't feel as if the author wrote the whole book. I felt that the character of Vicki was written by someone else. It was very disconcerting..all in all it was an ok story..I finished it but don't really want to re-read it again, unlike the other 5 books, I re-read it over again just because I really liked the stories from the Lakeside.characters.I felt thus story was rushed and there was not a lot of depth to the whole story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ms Bishop again present an interesting story in the world of the others. World building is detailed and consistent through the various stories, and protagonists are people we grow to care about. Can’t wait to read whatever she publishes next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lovely introduction to the Wilds.
Anonymous 7 hours ago
Writing a What If story is one thing, creating and maintaining an alternate reality is several orders of magnitude beyond that. Anne's OTHER world is just familiar enough to recognize, but leaves no doubt that you are not in Kansas anymore. It's a nice place to visit, but be careful, VERY careful what you feed the animals.
Anonymous 11 days ago
Great read combining the Suoernatural-Elementals and human beings. Would love to read another book like this!
Anonymous 21 days ago
we could this now to save the Amsxon
Anonymous 22 days ago
i enjoyed it.
Anonymous 24 days ago
couldn't put it down. wanted to hear more about the others.
Anonymous 25 days ago
loved+the+blending+of+Others+with+a+new+group+of+Humans.+and+I+used+to+live+near+the+Finger+Lakes.....never+knew%21
Anonymous 9 months ago
After reading the Other series about Meg Corbyn , I was looking for more good reading. Lake Silence is another great read all wrapped into one book. Never knowing how the Others will react to humans disrespecting the earth and nature, I found this book to be exciting and I was unable to put it down. Fast paced and hard to guess left me wanting more!
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Anonymous 11 months ago
Love this. Couldn’t put it down
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anne+Bishop++is+always+great.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good+character+development.+nice+flowing+conversations.++Interesting+story+line.++
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was such a great follow up to Meg’s story even though it just mentioned her in passing. I can’t wait to read more of these stories. Excellent, excellent read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the caricature you can't stop cheering for them and the make you laugh and and they keep you on the edge of your seat
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was sad to have reached the end of the book but the knowledge that theres more coming made me happy!