Nell Ingram and her team face a dire, supernatural evil in this newest thrilling paranormal procedural in the New York Times bestselling Soulwood series. Nell Ingram draws her powers from deep in the earth, and uses them to help Psy-LED, the Psychometric Law Enforcement Division, which solves paranormal crimes. When a local vampire calls to report a dead body on her compound, Nell knows she and her team have to be ready for anything. But the dead body is just the beginning of a mystery that involves supernaturals of all kinds, including some of the most powerful vampires in the country. As Nell gets closer to the truth, she begins to understand that the perpetrator is tracking her too—and that there is something personal about this crime. Something with roots that go almost as deep as those in Soulwood. " Rift in the Soul is yet another fabulous urban fantasy tale from Faith Hunter. Readers who love both the typical shapeshifters, witches and vampires as well as ones who like more unusual paranormal beings will greatly appreciate the depth and creativity of Faith Hunter’s fantastic series. Rift in the Soul is a must-read for urban fantasy readers and I can’t wait to see what is in store next for Nell and the rest of Unit Eighteen!"--Fresh Fiction "Rift in the Soul is another fabulous addition to this series, as it is non-stop action, suspenseful and intense.. The last half of the book was an edge of your seat thriller, and Nell was totally amazing stepping up in a wild and fantastic ride to the climax."--The Reading Cafe Praise for Faith Hunter’s Soulwood series "Hunter's brand of supernatural is equal parts exciting, engaging and entertaining...Filled with high-stakes tension, Hunter's storytelling is vivid and descriptive with edgy, sharp dialogue laced with humor."--RT Book Reviews "Nell's coming into her own as an independent woman…Hunter's many fans will be delighted with her strong new heroine."--Publishers Weekly “Once again, Hunter proves she’s a master of the genre.”—Romance Junkies "There is wry humor, mild levels of snarkiness, cross-pollination with Hunter's characters and events from her Jane Yellowrock series, and passages setting a breakneck pace that may cause you to forget to breathe."--Kings River Life Magazine “I love Nell and her PsyLED team and would happily read about their adventures for years.”—Vampire Book Club Faith Hunter is the New York Times bestselling author of the Jane Yellowrock series, the Soulwood series, and the Rogue Mage series. One I stepped on the dirt by the driveway and sniffed the winter air. A cold snap had come through at dusk, and the scent of the Tennessee River only yards away rode high and warm on the night, rising in a swirling mist that obscured much of the landscape. There wasn't time for a deep read of the land, but I needed a feel for it, so I bent and touched the soil with a fingertip, sending my thoughts through the upper layers of dirt and lawn, skimming the surface. The earth around me was unsettled, as property walked by the undead usually was, but there was no sense of danger. Nothing hurtled through the earth and grabbed me, no wild energies, no fear, no vines or roots, so that was good, but the soil felt different from the last time I had read it. The sense of death was stronger and there was a mixture of something disturbed, disquieted here, so I pushed a little deeper. I caught a hint of fire and excitement, of an unresolved exhilaration, as if the earth rode the brink of something wild. It felt the way it must feel to be at the top of a roller coaster, ready to plunge down. Though I had never been on a roller coaster and couldn't imagine why I ever would want to. The important thing was that nothing dangerous leaped at me. That was a good start. I opened my eyes and studied the property owned by Ming Zhane of Glass, the Master of the City of Knoxville. There were several dark circles near the rear of the otherwise pristine lawn, like burned spots, places that might correlate with the sensation of fire. There were burn warnings all over the eastern half of the state, but I could envision Ming demanding the autumn leaves be burned. Her blood-servants would have complied. While I was down low and out of sight of the house, I pulled the mini-psy-meter from a pocket. It was about the size of a cigarette case, and while not as sensitive as the larger model, it would do in a pinch. Before leaving HQ, I had checked the device against the ambient magics of the witch and the were-creatures of Unit Eighteen, and so a quick reading was possible. Of the four psysotopes, the device settled firmly in the reading for vampires, so whatever this visit was for, it was likely not a situation with mixed paranormal-creature politics. I stood, stepped back onto the drive, and glanced at the other cars. Their lights were off, drivers barely visible in the thickening mist. When I gave a thumbs-up, they climbed out of their vehicles, closed