Raised in a motorcycle gang, John Arrowsmith has a bad case of wanderlust. He's not sure what drives him, but he knows he has to go, and he has the perfect machine to ride on; the big custom bike he calls Harley. When he and Harley get run off the road and wake up someplace completely unfamiliar, Arrowsmith knows something has gone pretty darned wrong.

With a cast of characters that include thieves, Moonhounds, and ogres, John has to find his way through this new world, trying to understand why he's been transported there, and why he's falling for a guy named Infamous. What Arrowsmith finds out surprises him, and might just kill him. Can he survive to find his way home?

Find out here!

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Elves, wolves, and...bikers??

Welcome to the weird world of Alyx Shaw. *grins* I've been a fan of Alyx's for a few years now--having read nearly every piece of fanfic she's written. (God, I miss Rabbit...) Anyway! I digress...

This book reads like a classic fairy tale-turned fantasy novel. Just as I got lost in Tolkien's words throughout the years, I found myself lost in Alyx's. This is a classic, folks. If you like fantasy, you must read this one. Yeah, there's sex, but it's not graphic--and that FITS the story to a T. And I really gotta point out some favorite passages (with Alyx's permission, of course). Both passages involve a particular character: Misty. Both times, I was laughing so hard, I was in tears...

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Misty charged into the kitchen like a warhorse, dropping Infamous' pack to the floor and hanging his cloak up on a peg near the door. "I'm hungry!" he yelled at no one in particular, and began digging through the cupboards for something to eat. Wess strolled in after him, quietly closing the door and bolting it. Misty found a honey muffin and, by some great force of will, managed to stick the entire thing into his mouth. As he sat down at the table, attempting to chew it, Monshikka chose that moment to reappear.

"Misty!" he roared.

"Leave him alone," said the Moonhound. "If he speaks with that in his mouth we'll all wear it."

"I'm waiting for him to sneeze, personally," said Infamous.

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"Look," Misty said as he filled another cup for Arrowsmith. "We don't really care where you are from. Accept us for what we are, and we will do the same for you. Of course, our ways are a little more complex than that, but that is the only rule you have to worry about for now. Pick up your...lute," Misty waved a hand at the guitar, "and we will play and sing."

Arrowsmith stared at the wall for a moment longer, then turned to look at Infamous and Misty. They blinked at him cutely, innocently, like a couple of demonic Care Bears. He nodded, still a little shaken. "All right," he said softly.

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Now, given THOSE possibilities, how can you pass this one up???