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Shadows Before the Sun (Charlie Madigan, Book 4) Mass Market Paperback – July 31, 2012

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  • Mass Market Paperback: 352 pages
  • Publisher: Pocket Books (July 31, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1451625480
  • ISBN-13: 978-1451625486
  • Product Dimensions: 6.7 x 4.1 x 1.1 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 5.6 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (36 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #890,035 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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Kelly Gay is a multiple award-winning writer who lives in North Carolina. She is the author of The Better Part of Darkness and The Darkest Edge of Dawn. Visit her online at

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“I’m serious, Charlie. I think I’m becoming telepathic.”

“Telepathetic is more like it,” I muttered.

Rex’s tone went flat. “Funny.”

I slowed my vehicle to a stop at the light, and then took a sip of coffee, meeting Rex’s dark, sleep-deprived scowl over the rim of the cup. He was unshaven and needed a haircut. And, yeah, he might be the biggest goofball I’d ever met, but now that he knew who he was and where he came from, he’d become edgier and fiercer than before when he was simply a Revenant occupying the body of my ex-husband, Will.

“What?” He stared at me with one eyebrow cocked.

“Nothing.” I looked out my side window for a second and then back at him. “Your eyes are different.”

“Noticed that, did you?”

“Hard not to,” I admitted.

Will Garrity’s gorgeous gray-blue eyes that had always put me in mind of stormy skies were now changed—once I’d pulled his soul from his body, releasing him to find peace as he’d asked, it had allowed Rex’s jinn spirit to lay claim, to knit itself into Will’s physical form in a way that was beyond possession, in a way that was permanent and complete.

As a result, small jinn signatures began to manifest, changing things on the inside and the outside. The gray-blue color of Will’s eyes was still there, but now it was shaded in the violet indicative of the jinn race, turning them into a strange but beautiful lavender shade.

“I look like a fucking girl,” Rex grumbled as I accelerated through the intersection.

Somebody shoot me.

From the time Rex had gotten into the passenger seat, I’d had to listen to him detail every ache and pain, his every claim and suspicion about what he thought was taking place inside of him. “You don’t look like a girl,” I said. “Your eyes are . . . pretty.” Which I knew would set him off, but I had a certain payback quota to fill when it came to Rex.

His finger punched the air. “Exactly! Pretty. Not masculine. Not dark and mysterious. Fucking pretty.”

“Oh please. Women love guys with beautiful eyes. Trust me. I think you’re good.”

He thought about it for a moment, calculating. “How good, exactly?”

I laughed and saw he was grinning. Will had a smile so warm it could melt snow and in Rex’s possession . . . well, the female population of Atlanta was in for a treat if Rex decided to start prowling.

“You shouldn’t fish for compliments, you know,” I said, parking along the curb and then cutting the engine. “It kind of breaks the whole thing you got going on with the scruff and the leather jacket.”

Rex might look good on the outside, but inside he was a contradiction convention. Arrogant, yet unsure. Extremely intelligent, yet would veg out in front of Nick Jr. like a four year old. A warrior at heart who walked around the kitchen in a cherry print apron reciting Shakespeare sonnets.

He had a devil-may-care attitude that came from thousands of years as a spirit, one who couldn’t be killed, one who had seen it all and done it all within host after host of willing bodies. Until he fell in with the Madigan clan. Until he met my daughter and felt the stirrings of the one thing he hadn’t done in life: be a father. Part of a family.

We got out and proceeded down the sidewalk, which ran alongside the tall fence surrounding the Grove. I ducked my shoulders against the light mist of rain and silently cursed the weather. The off-world darkness I’d summoned months ago still churned above Atlanta like a living shroud, but the rain was even worse. It carried some of the darkness to the ground, creating a thin off-world fog and causing my Charbydon genes to go haywire from all the raw arcane energy in the air.

Ahead, ITF cruisers blocked the 10th Street entrance to the Grove and two officers stood nearby talking. I’d been one of them once, proudly wearing the Integration Task Force uniform and dealing with the influx of beings from the dimensions of Elysia and Charbydon. Eventually, I’d moved on to detective, where I dealt with crime in the off-world communities in and around Atlanta, usually in Underground, the biggest off-world neighborhood in the city.

But those days, like everything else, seemed like a lifetime away, when I’d been human, when I had an identity I was sure of. I supposed in a way, Rex and I were both having our own identity crisis. We were just approaching it differently.

Rex bumped me with his shoulder then lifted his chin a notch so I could get a good, clean look at him. “So besides the eyes, do I seem different to you? Like on a sensory level?”

Yeah, totally different approaches.

It wasn’t even nine o’clock and Rex was already getting under my skin. “For the hundredth time, no.”

“Well, I feel different.”

“No shit, Rex,” I finally said, exasperated. “You’ve been floating around for thousands of years as a Revenant, occupying one body after another. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride. Now you have a body all your own and it’s bound to feel different for a while. Look, you’ll get used to it.” I took another sip from my paper cup. “You kind of have to, since you’re stuck with it.”

He rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks. Promise me you won’t accept any speaking engagements, or start counseling, or writing self-help books. Really. Stick to killing things because your motivational skills suck ass.”

I shrugged. “We each have our talents.” And I was perfectly fine at giving pep talks when the situation called for them, and this one didn’t. I wasn’t about to feed Rex’s imagination. “But I’ve always thought about writing a book one day . . . maybe something like How to Deal with Overemotional, Highly Delusional Revenants or maybe I’ll just shorten it to Revenants for Dummies.”

Rex gave a humorless laugh. “No, yours would be Don’t Let Life Get You Down, Let Charlie Do It Instead.”

I shot him an eye roll, unclipped the badge from my belt, and flashed my credentials at one of the two uniformed officers standing before the open gate. Somewhere beyond that gate in the home of the Kinfolk, the city’s largest population of nymphs, was a dead body.

As we stepped around the officers and into the Grove, unease slid down my back. Gone were the concrete paths, the benches, the water fountains, and the public restrooms that existed here years ago when this was Piedmont Park. In their place was an ancient forest, thick and dark—spurred into old growth by the nymphs’ magic. The forest of the Grove was dark even on the sunniest day, but now, beneath a cover of living darkness, it took on a sinister feel. And when the nymphs said stay on the path, don’t stray from the path, one tended to listen.

Torches lined the path that cut through the forest from the gate all the way to the shores of Clara Meer Lake and the nymphs’ colossal wooden temple. The only things that kept me from feeling like I’d just stepped back in time by a few thousand years were the skyscrapers and city lights surrounding the park.

“This is . . . rural,” Rex said as we kept to the path.

“The nymphs’ private playground.” The only beings born with the power to shift into an animal form—without the use of spells and crafting—the park gave the nymphs ample room to run and play and hunt. “They built their own Stonehenge on the hill there,” I said, gesturing to Oak Hill.

Rex stared at it for a few steps. “Looks creepy as hell.”

“It’s even creepier when it’s being used.”

The stones sat silent for now, ghostly monoliths that could pulse with power so strong and deep it had once made me momentarily deaf and extremely nauseous.

“You know I’m changing, Charlie, or I wouldn’t be here to help with the investigation,” Rex said at length.

“I know, Rex. But you’re just regaining some of your old jinn traits. You’re not developing powers beyond what a jinn is naturally capable of. And telepathy is not a jinn trait. I brought you with me because of what a jinn can naturally do.”

“I can only tell you if I sense a jinn presence at the crime scene, so I’m not sure how much that’s going to help.”

“It’ll help a lot. It’ll rule them out. The only eyewitness says he saw a large gray-skinned being near the lake.” And since the jinn had skin that ran the spectrum of medium gray to dark gray, and were built like linebackers, they were the first to come to mind, unfortunately. There was also the darkling fae, but they were thin, sinewy beings and definitely didn’t fit into the “large” category.

But a jinn? That spelled all sorts of trouble. Nymphs were from Elysia. Jinn were from Charbydon. They weren’t known for being friendly since the beings of “heaven” and “hell” had continually warred for eons. Here in Atlanta, the ITF and local representatives from all the races made sure peace was maintained and treaty laws adhered to—a sort of neutral ground for all beings. But none of that stopped years of bias and hate. And when it came to the boss of the local jinn tribe, Grigori Tennin, and the nymphs’ Druid King . . . well, those two made fire and water look like friends.

So, yeah, a jinn here in nymph territory? Not good. A jinn murdering a nymph within said territory? Monume...

More About the Author

Kelly Gay writes the critically acclaimed 'Charlie Madigan' urban fantasy series. Her work has been nominated for a double RITA, an ARRA, a Goodreads Choice Award, and landed on SIBA's Long List Book Award Finalists. Kelly is also a recipient of North Carolina Arts Council's fellowship grant in Literature. She is published in Young Adult fiction as Kelly Keaton. Learn more about Kelly at

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Charlie Madigan is just an awesome female character.
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How can I be so sure, simply because I was a skeptic like you a few years ago before I read the first book!
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It's a rich and complex story, with interesting twists both in action and relationship.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By Claire's Book Corner on August 22, 2012
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You know when you read a really great book and you just know that other people will like it too and you want to shout as loud as you can READ THIS SERIES....well this is one of those books. If you like Urban Fantasy please take the time to check out the first book in this series The Better Part Of Darkness you won't regret it I promise.

The Charlie Madigan series is Urban Fantasy but it doesn't contain vampires, were's or Fae. It is unique in that there are two different worlds Elysia and Charbydon which exist in another dimension. Charlie is a cop who polices the beings from these two worlds who come to Earth to visit and live. Charlie has seen her fair share of trouble. In the first book she is brought back to life when she is injected with the DNA from beings from both heaven like Elysia and hell like Charbydon. We are now discovering that Charlie is getting powers which she doesn't understand or know how to use yet. In the last book The Hour Of Dust And Ashes her Siren cop partner and possible lover Hank was arrested and taken back home to Elysia as a traitor for his desertion some 200 years earlier. Shadows Before The Sun picks up with Charlie travelling to Elysia to find and rescue Hank and to bring him back home.

It has been a long year waiting for this book to be released. The last book had such a massive cliffhanger with Hank being carted away back to Elysia, I was desperate for this book and it did not disappoint me what so ever. All four books in the series are consistently well written, Ms Gay never fails to deliver a first class book. The stories are thrilling, enthralling and a fascinating read and they read a bit more mature than some other UF books.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By Amazon Customer on August 1, 2012
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I'm a huge fan of this series. I pre-ordered this book months in advance and have been eagerly awaiting the answers to many of the questions raised in the previous book (The Hour of Dust and Ashes). I read the entire thing in one sitting. Still, I have to wonder - how much of my enjoyment of this book comes from my love of the characters and the universe, versus the actual quality of the book overall?

First and foremost, something new! We see occasional bits and pieces from Hank's perspective. I both liked this, and disliked it. It left me feeling inconsistent, particularly because I felt Hank's personal journey in the book was a bit too fast - (mini SPOILER incoming!) especially his quick recovery - it was unreasonably so for what many described as an unrecoverable event, particularly with a nice plot device of divine intervention to help tie up that loose end to enable some romance (which I have been dying to see since book 2). Ultimately, I just felt like the payoff wasn't as satisfying as it could be.

My other main point of contention is that two major plot points are both resolved in this book, but not in a way that it seems as if it was seamlessly entwined. Rather, it was more like plot 1 - done! Now, onto plot 2 - okay, done, now let's set up for book 5. While I devoured every word and was utterly riveted at the things that happened, the pacing was just...really off. I'd have preferred two separate books with more fleshed out bits and pieces than to the combination.

I still liked this book a lot, but it's certainly not my favorite in the series - and I'm still eagerly awaiting the next. :)
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By M. Wanchoo VINE VOICE on September 9, 2012
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ANALYSIS: For a while I was thinking that Shadows Before The Sun would be the last Charlie Madigan book and after the events of the last book, anticipation was high in regards to how it would all end. The author has been kind enough to point out the egregious nature of our assumptions and this helped a bit.

The premise of this book needs a brief recap of the events of The Hour Of Dust and Ashes, wherein Charlie, Rex and Hank had to go to Charybdon and figure out a way to save Charlie's sister life. This trip while being utterly dangerous was doubly difficult due to actions of the jinns. While the book had an explosive climax, a particular event left Charlie and the readers severely troubled. This book deals with Charlie's efforts to go to Elysia and figure out a way to get someone back. Thus after their hellish ordeal Charlie will have to find her strength and gather her friends and make an attempt to enter Elysia and find out what is going on there. Her first attempt goes wrong thanks to the bureaucratic nature of relations between her world and Elysia however she soon discovers new allies in the form of an oracle and makes the trip to save her friend from his ultimate fate.

Where do I begin with this book, only does it outdo the events and excitement caused by its predecessor, it also sets up some terrific things for the future books. While The Hour Of Dust and Ashes was my favorite book so far, it easily gets displaced by Shadows Before The Sun. Firstly lets talk about the unique nature of this book, for the first time ever we get a POV other than Charlie and it's a third person narrative from Hank. This move makes this book even more unpredictable and adds in a unique look into the actions occurring in the story.
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