Elfhome epub

Inventor, girl genius Tinker lives in a near-future Pittsburgh which now exists mostly in the land of the elves. Viceroy and head of the Wind Clan, he had been able to guarantee the safety of everyone in his realm, but faced with an oni invasion, he has had to call in royal troops and relinquish his monopoly of Pittsburgh, which is stranded on Elfhome. He now struggles to keep the peace between the humans, the newly arrived Stone Clan, the royal forces, a set of oni dragons, the half-oni children who see themselves as human, and the tengu trying to escape their oni enslavement.

A world of powerful magic, beautiful elves, man-eating trees, frost-breathing wargs, and god-like dragons. A city that has been stranded deep in virgin elfin forest to stave off an invasion by the merciless oni. Its population of sixty thousand humans and a handful of elves are pitted in war that will only end in genocide. Winter is coming. Buy Ebooks. All Books. Baen Community. Baen's Bar. About Baen. Free Library. Monthly Bundles. Please login or sign up for a new account.

Remember me not recommended for public devices. I forgot my password Password Reset. Sign up for a new account. Helena St. Lucia St. Martin St. The reporter was wearing her signature face-to-face camera eye- piece, allowing her to film both herself and her interview subject without a cameraman. In a fabled remote and secure place, often sought out by those she interviewed but never found, everything Chloe saw was recorded. The rest of her success was due to her vindictiveness: if someone tried to play hardball with her, she took a hatchet to their reputation.

It would behoove Tinker to play nice for her first official interview as the elf princess, even if the experience were akin to waterboarding. How had Chloe gotten to the stretch of abandoned highway in front of Squirrel Hill Tunnels? Had she walked? Chloe began walking backward, keeping just a few feet in front of Tinker. Displaying what years of practice could achieve, Chloe side- stepped a pothole without glancing down.

Annoyingly, Chloe was right. Tinker stopped with a sigh. Jewel Tear on Stone is currently the head of the Stone Clan. She and Forest Moss on Stone are also work- ing with the prince and the viceroy. It made for an easy excuse. Not that it had even occurred to her to join in the combat. Chloe changed tactics.

Earth Son was killed by his own people within a week of arriving. What happens to his share? Will the Wind Clan still be giving up that land?

Is it true that they will also receive part of the city? Until the Stone Clan responds, all negotiations have been put on hold. It was tempting and terrifying at the same time to know that the sekasha could stop this interview cold. The female sekasha had spent decades living in Pittsburgh, reveling in the human culture.

Her perfect white-tipped fingernails tapped the dark honey-colored stones. The pendant had an insect trapped within the fossilized resin. She scanned the sekasha. Those working as Blades had spread out to secure the area while Pony and Stormsong continued to flank Tinker, working as Shields. Blue Sky was just one of the many bastard half-elves in Pittsburgh, most of whom were born to human women with a sexual obsession with elves.

Blue, though, was the only one with a sekasha father: Lightning Strike. Blue Sky drifted among the adult sekasha, dressed in a miniature version of the wyvern-scale armor. The little half-elf lacked the spell tattoos that scrolled down the arms of the adults and the magically sharp wooden ejae sword but had a bow and quiver of spell arrows slung across his back.

At a distance, the only noticeably human thing about him was his short hair, gelled into spikes. He was one of her best friends. Their neighbors are afraid that the Wyverns had executed Blue Sky. Chloe was obviously in full reporter mode. It reminded Tinker, though, that thousands of humans were going to witness the conversation.

Things were rocky enough in Pittsburgh without Chloe stirring up resentment against the royal forces. John Montana, though, had been given little choice in giving up his baby brother.

He was a good, sweet kid, but in a race he was pure steel. Despite being tiny for his age, he was also very good at fighting. John asked me as a close personal friend to take Blue Sky into my household and see that he learns everything he needs to know to live among elves for the next ten thousand years.

All true and innocuous, although not the complete truth. The fight training, though, was slowly winning him over.