Tinker (Elfhome, Book 1)
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Inventor, girl genius Tinker lives in a near-future Pittsburgh which now exists mostly in the land of the elves. She runs her salvage business, pays her taxes, and tries to keep the local ambient level of magic down with gadgets of her own design. When a pack of wargs chase an Elven noble into her scrap yard, life as she knows it takes a serious detour. Tinker finds herself taking on the Elven court, the NSA, the Elven Interdimensional Agency, technology smugglers and a college-minded Xenobiologist as she tries to stay focused on what's really important - her first date. Armed with an intelligence the size of a planet, steel-toed boots, and a junkyard dog attitude, Tinker is ready to kick butt to get her first kiss.
Elfhome's side of the Rim; elves drifted out of the darkness to gather in the parking lot. They were largely ignored by everyone, but seemed satisfied with swapping information among themselves. Only one rated attention from the guards; she drifted out of the woods like a will-o'-the-wisp, a gleaming beauty who made Tinker extremely aware of how short, dirty, and scruffy she herself really was in comparison. Obviously one of the high caste, the female crossed the parking lot and stopped one of
this mystery." * * * Clothes found, and Maynard carefully shooed off, she got up to change. Under the cotton gown she was naked. She put on her panties and bra without taking off the gown, eyeing the door—which had no lock. Luckily no one burst in to catch her dressing. She pulled on her carpenter's pants, and then in one quick motion pulled off the gown and slipped into her team shirt. With her back to the door, she took her time buttoning it up. The hospice had cleaned her clothes, managing
of topping to fruit, which was three to one. "Have you found out anything more about the brazier or the mark?" "Well, there's this." Lain put a slickie down in front of Tinker. "These are photos taken during the signing of the treaty. Look closely at the elves." Tinker thumbed through the slickie's photos, dipping the strawberries into the whipped cream and idly licking it off. Despite the president's acting career, the humans looked positively dowdy next to the elfin delegation. It did not
wanted to date. Pittsburgh had a stunning lack of young male humans who weren't buttheads. And while elves were pretty, she had yet to meet one that didn't treat her like a subspecies. Nathan glowered at Jonnie until the paramedic had disappeared into her workshop. "I'll take a look around. Make sure the wargs are all dead." "That shotgun will only piss them off," she said, and pulled the dent-mender magnet off the wall. "Here, take this." * * * Because she spent most of her time at the scrap
human," Riki said. "As an elf, you're about sixty years shy. You're not going to be an adult for a long, long time." She could only stare at him in horror. "Oh, no, no, no." "Like I said, if I were you, I'd ditch the watchdog and fly." She barely kept from looking toward Pony. "Yeah, with him watching every minute?" "Duck around the car where he can't see you, and I'll stand here and keep talking. He'll probably assume you're working there." "And what about you? When he figures out I'm