Firestorm

by Nevada Barr

If she'd had a foot fetish Anna would have been an extremely happy woman.

The Rope

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Deep South

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Blind Descent

by Nevada Barr

With deep appreciation of the staff of Carlsbad Caverns National Park, particularly Dale Pate, Paula Bauer, Harry Burges...

Liberty falling

by Nevada Barr

Borderline (Anna Pigeon)

by Nevada Barr

Track of the cat

by Nevada Barr

There hadn't been a god for many years.

Burn (Anna Pigeon #16)

by Nevada Barr

High Country

by Nevada Barr

Would you like baked potato or pommes frites with that? Anna asked politely.

Boar Island

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Ill Wind

by Nevada Barr

NO GRAVEYARDS; THAT BOTHERED ANNA.

Endangered species

by Nevada Barr

Black and blood-warm water slammed into Anna's back, rushing over her shoulders and down the front of her shirt.

Burn

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Burn

by Nevada Barr

Burn

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Hard truth

by Nevada Barr

Jiminy Christmas! Heath resisted the call of stronger language out of respect for her aunt's southern sensibilities.

Winter study

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Liberty falling

by Nevada Barr

Of course Molly would live; anything else was unthinkable.

Hunting season

by Nevada Barr

The priest was droning on inexorably toward "till death do us part," and Anna began to get nervous.

Destroyer angel

by Nevada Barr