Flight From Death, a novel by Yasmine Galenorn
Berkley Publishing; Release date: July 7th, 2015
I'm Shimmer, a blue dragon shifter. Thanks to a mistake, I was exiled from the Dragon Reaches and sentenced to work for Alex Radcliffe, a vampire who owns the Fly by Night Magical Investigations Agency. Now, not only do I have to adapt to Earthside culture, but every time I turn around, somebody's trying to kill us. And worse, Alex is as gorgeous as he is exasperating. But you know what they say: All's fair in love and bounty hunting...
When an old friend of Alex contacts him about a haunting at the High Tide Bed & Breakfast in Port Townsend, Washington, we think we're on a simple ghost hunt. But our investigation quickly transforms into a deadly fight as we uncover an eighty-year old murder, a cursed house, and a dark force trapping the spirits within. To stop impending disaster we must break the curse and lay the angry spirits to rest.
"Hurry up, damn it! Get a move on, woman!" Alex shoved me toward the stairwell and jammed the door by shoving a wooden wedge beneath it, but that would only buy us a little time.
"I'm trying, but the camera's stuck!" I yanked on the strap, which had gotten caught in the door as we'd beat a hasty retreat from the apartment where we had been spying. We couldn't afford to lose the camera-we needed the pictures on it. Not to mention, if I lost it, the cost for a replacement would come out of my salary. I wasn't about to leave it behind.READ MORE
"Oh for cripes sake, Shimmer. Just cut the bloody straps! For the love of . . ." Alex grabbed the straps out of my hand and yanked out Juanita, his trusty big-assed bowie knife. The blade glittered dangerously in the dim light. He sliced through the leather bands like they were butter, and bingo, the camera came free in my hands. I managed not to play fumble-fingers and drop it as we continued to beat a hasty departure. Someone was pounding on the door behind us, but we knew who was on the other side, and we weren't about to let him in because he wanted to do really bad things to us at the moment.
"Get your ass down to the parking garage." Alex bared his fangs, looking pissed out of his mind as he shoved me toward the stairs. I didn't protest, just raced down the steps with the vampire following.
We made it to the third level of the garage and piled into Alex's sedan that he used for stakeout work. As he revved the engine and we swung out of the parking spot, the door to the garage slammed opened and Jackaboy Jones came barreling out, his eyes glowing. He wasn't alone. His pack of good ole boys followed. They were shifting into wolf form even as we managed to swerve toward the exit. With the wolves racing behind us, we hit the streets of Seattle.
Lucky for us, it was two A.M. and there was no traffic to speak of. Alex made a sharp right turn at the intersection and we left Jackaboy in the dust, his cronies now gathered behind him.
I let out a long sigh and leaned my head against the seat. "That was close."
Alex grinned at me. "Not really, love." He still had a slight Australian accent, even though he'd been over in the U.S. for almost a century. It was charming, in a boyish sort of way. "I've been in far tighter straits. We have the pictures and that's what counts. His wife will be able to press ahead in her case, we'll get paid, and we have one more divorce notched on our belts."
With a twinkle in his eye, he began to whistle. "But next time you get the urge to wear a pair of stilettos on a case, maybe rethink the idea? I'm not advocating Birkenstocks, but . . ." He laughed and held up the broken heel from my sandals. It had come off on the stairs and I'd left it, but apparently Alex had noticed.
I had known better than to wear heels, but the truth was, I had been feeling a little blah and wanted to at least look good. Blushing, I tried to hide my embarrassment. "You're a dick, you know that?" I didn't really mean it, but I had to say something.
He just laughed again. "Oh, sweet pea, I've known that for years. I'll grow on you. See if I don't." He switched on the MP3 player and AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" came blaring out. As we headed back to the office, I couldn't help but think that he was already growing on me, too much for my own good.
"Holy fuck, what the hell are they doing in there?" I grimaced as another crash interrupted my conversation with Bette. We were eating lunch-well, what passed for lunch. It was midnight. But since our office hours were 8:30 P.M. to 5:30 A.M., this counted as our noon meal.
Bette sat behind the receptionist's counter of the Fly by Night Magical Investigations Agency. A fine gray marble veined with rich gunmetal, the counter stood between the back office and the waiting room. Bette was our official meet-and-greeter, and as unconventional as she was, people liked her. She netted us a number of new clients just by the way she welcomed them when they came through the door. Something to do with pheromones, she said.
I sat beside her, counting the crashes. "That's how many? Five?" The sound of breaking glass and raised voices would have alarmed me and sent me running into Alex's office if I hadn't known who was in there with him.
Bette cackled. "Four. Something's got her knickers twisted, that's for sure. I haven't heard them go at it like this for a long time. In fact, this may be the worst fight they've had. Maybe if we're lucky, she'll leave for good."
"That's not nice." I tried to look stern but ended up giggling. "I admit, that would be a relief. Would certainly be quieter around here, for sure."
"When did I ever claim to be nice?" The older woman-well, she looked like an older woman, even though she didn't act it-grinned and winked at me. "Glenda's a real bitch when she gets worked up, and she doesn't like me. She gets worked up over little things a lot. Though lately, the fights have been nastier and more frequent."
She leaned over her plate and enthusiastically bit into the hamburger. Dripping with bacon grease and secret sauce, the sandwich smelled wonderful, and the look on the Melusine's face told me just how much she enjoyed it. We had that in common, at least. Snake shifters and dragons both were major carnivores. There, though, any resemblance ceased.
Bette was a sight, with her long gray hair curled into a bouffant and eyes the color of green leaves with sunshine sparkling on them. She routinely dressed like a biker mama. Today she had on skintight jeans, a glittering gold belt, a spandex V-neck T-shirt stretched so tightly over her ample boobs that the material looked ready to tear, and a pair of Doc Martens. All that was missing was a leather jacket, and that was hanging on the back of her chair. At least she didn't smoke while she was eating-that would have killed my appetite.
We made quite the pair. When I'm in my human form I'm short enough for my kind-only six feet tall, with long black hair streaked with blue and purple. The streaks are natural, not dye. My eyes are the same royal blue, leading to a lot of people asking, "Do you wear colored contacts?" It's easier to just say yes. Add to that I'm strong and muscled, and-like Bette-I have big boobs, and I get a lot of interesting looks and a few too many hands I have to slap.
As I finished my fish and chips, another crash split the air. This time it was followed by Alex shouting, and Glenda shouting right back at him. The argument was escalating, all right. Apparently it had reached flash point because the door to his office slammed open and the succubus came storming out, as fast as her form-fitting pleather skirt would allow her to walk. She glanced over at us, glowering.
"Don't say a fucking word, either one of you bitches. At least I don't have to pretend to be polite to you anymore." And then she barreled out the door, shattering the glass window as she slammed it shut behind her.
"Well, then. I guess she told us. I'll clean that up after we finish our lunch." Bette arched one eyebrow, then glanced over at the door to Alex's office. "Wonder if he's alive in there, or if he took a direct hit."
"You think we should go see?" I followed her gaze, staring at the silent door.
Bette shook her head. "No. Give it time."
Alex peered around the corner of the heavy steel door. "She gone?" The twinkle that usually sparkled in those frosty eyes was absent, replaced with a clouded scowl. This wasn't the first time the pair had fought up a storm, but tonight something felt different.
Bette nodded, licking her fingers. "Sure is, precious. I'll get a broom and dustpan after I finish my lunch." She paused. "You all right, Alex?"
He shrugged, leaning against the wall. "Fine. But keep an eye out. Glenda is persona non grata from here on out. I don't want her coming in and torching the joint-her temper's worse than mine and she believes in revenge."
"You two on the outs?" Bette lowered her voice, speaking cautiously. Vampires were scary dudes when they were angry. Even to a snakeshifter and-even to me.
"For good. We're done."
As he turned to disappear back into his office, I wanted to ask what had happened but took my clue from Bette and kept my mouth shut about it.
Before he could vanish behind the door, Bette cleared her throat. "Just a second there, sweet cheeks. A call came in while you and Miss Prissypants were occupied. Patrick Strand needs to talk to you."
Alex froze. He was about my height-six feet-and had wheat-colored hair that was always lightly tousled. It reached his shoulders, and a stubble of beard covered his chin. His eyes were frosty gray, and he was fit, with a fine spread of pecs and abs. I knew that from seeing him without his shirt a couple times. The fact that I wouldn't mind seeing him without his shirt again was a thought I tried to keep to myself. Alex was a vampire. And he happened to be my boss. He owned and ran the Fly by Night Magical Investigations Agency, and I had been assigned to him for a five-year stint, so I did my best to keep on his good side, even when he drove me up the wall. I didn't have a choice.
"Patrick Strand? You're sure it was him?" He looked puzzled. "I haven't heard that name for a long time." He gazed at Bette, his expression thoughtful.
"Twenty-some years, if I'm on my game." Bette polished off the last of her meal and wiped her hands on a paper napkin, then tossed the bag and container in the garbage. "The last time you two talked, it ended up with a major argument, if I recall correctly."
I perked up. I hadn't heard this story. I'd only been around a few months. And so far, with what I had heard of Alex's exploits, I had come to realize that I was dealing with someone as volatile and chaotic as myself, which was in itself a scary proposition. Although he could be a real charmer when he wanted to.
"What happened?" I had no shame when it came to butting in.
Alex glanced at me, a smirk on his face. "Patrick conned me out of a thousand dollars that I happened to need very badly-"
"Tell us another one, sugar. You know you lost it in a poker game. Patrick won fair and square. But you know that's not the real reason you two parted ways." Bette snorted as she tapped a cigarette out of the pack, shoving it in one side of her mouth. She smoked like a chimney stack and smelled like one, too.
"That was reason enough. Patrick cheated-"
"You choked!" Her laugh was raspy as she lit up. The NO SMOKING sign above her desk never detoured her. She ignored it, just like she ignored just about everything Alex told her. But she ran the company with an iron fist. There was no doubt who held everything together for us.
"You old bitch . . . I never choke." Alex snorted.
"Sure you don't, sugar. Sure you don't. But like I said, you know that wasn't the real reason you parted company. And I know you've regretted it ever since." She winked at him. They teased each other constantly. It was their pattern. "Why don't you run along and call him, Alex. Patrick needs your help, and you two need to settle up and put your differences behind you. It's not like it was with Julian. Trust me on this one. Isn't it time to let the past go?" She held his gaze and I had the feeling something unspoken passed between the two.
Instead of arguing, Alex let out a grunt. "Whatever you think best, then, love. Email me the number." He turned and went back into his office. And just like that, we were back to work.
So . . . I'm Shimmer, in case you're wondering. And I happen to be a dragon. A blue dragon, specifically. If you don't know what that means, here it is in a nutshell: I'm a water dragon. I'm connected to the element of water in more ways than you'd think, and I'm most at home when I'm in a lake, ocean, swimming pool. Hell, even a bath makes me feel more secure. I can sense heightened emotions, and tend to be a little volatile myself, just like Mama Ocean.
That's where my trouble came to play. I got myself in a really bad jam and-long story short-was exiled from the Dragon Reaches for five years and stripped of some of my powers.
The Wing-Liege-one of our main council members and the advisor to the Emperor-commuted what could have been a death sentence and sent me Earthside. He assigned me to work for his friend Alex Radcliffe. That the Wing-Liege even admits to knowing a vampire still boggles my mind. But friends they are, and so Lord Vine-the Wing-Liege-gave me two options. Accept the punishment, or face certain assassination at the hands of my enemies. Exile seemed the better option.
So I've been here about five Earthside months, and I'm slowly acclimating myself to human culture, but it's not easy. I don't understand a lot of the mores and customs, and I'm still not sure how I'm supposed to fit in. I don't even understand the other Supes very well. I miss the Dragon Reaches, but since I was never accepted there in the first place-another long story, best saved for another time-I decided to give Earthside my best shot. It's a chance for me to make a fresh start. One I'd never get at home.
Essentially, I'm on probation. I screw up, and I get sent packing to a fate that might well include my execution. And while working for Alex can be nerve-racking, it's not as frightening as the thought of having an assassin on my tail.
Oh . . . last thing. As to what I did? Well, let me give you one piece of advice: Never, ever steal from a white dragon. Even if you think he might have clues as to who your parents were. Even if his sons tortured and humiliated you. Being an orphan is rough, especially in the Dragon Reaches. Being dead? Even harder.
I was just finishing up on the computer, entering some info on a case we'd recently resolved when Alex called me into his office. I made sure I had my iPad and headed in to see what he wanted.
Alex's office always gave me the creeps. The ceiling was high-which I did like. At about twelve feet, it gave the room an open, airy feel. But against one wall, a line of trophies faced the door. A rhino, a hippo, a giraffe, and a crocodile all jutted out in 3D living color from their mounting. Over his desk was a giant swordfish. Occasionally I'd hunted them when I was in dragon form underwater, but I never thought to stuff one and stick it on the wall.
At one point in his two-hundred-some-odd years, Alex had taken up big-game hunting and this was the result. He had told me when I'd questioned him that it had been during a time when things like sport hunting was accepted-almost expected in some circles. And he also said that while he'd never do it again, he wasn't about to disrespect the animals he'd killed by dumping the trophies in a thrift shop or just tossing them away.
"I keep them as a reminder that I really don't want to play judge, jury, and executioner anymore," he told me.
The rest of the office was a mixture of brilliant wall colors, old wood, and chrome and glass. Glass-covered cases displayed the numerous blades Alex had collected. He even had a bow and quiver of arrows slung over a coat rack. I wasn't sure if he could use it, but chances were, he could. Alex was rough-and-tumble. He'd never pass for a cowboy, but he sure could pass for Mad Max.
I slid into a chair opposite his desk, looking around. Two of the vases that I had liked were gone, and one of the panes of glass on the display cases was also missing. No doubt the victim of Glenda's temper tantrum. But I decided it best to tiptoe around that subject and leaned forward, readying my tablet.
"Ready. What you got for me, boss?"
He laughed, folding his hands against his stomach. He had a flat stomach. Nicely flat. Way too nice. In fact, I noticed far too many nice things about him. It had been quite a while since I'd paired up back home, and I was feeling the lack.
A grin spread across his face, showing the very tips of his fangs.
"What are you laughing at?" I squirmed a little. His gaze was cool and yet, since the first time we met, there had been an underlying heat between us that made me uncomfortable. Half the time, I wanted to smack the guy. Half the time I was tempted to push him up against a wall and rip open his shirt and run my hands over that smooth, cool chest of his.
"You. You're always so to the point when you come in here." He leaned forward. "You need to learn how to loosen up."
"I just . . . you're my boss," I muttered. Truth was, I'd almost staked him a couple months back. Granted, I'd been under a charm at the time, but the end result? I'd just about dusted my boss and any chance I had at making a go of things. I still was amazed that he wasn't holding a grudge.
"Yes, I am your boss. I also hope you consider me your friend. Okay, here's the deal. Patrick Strand? He's an old friend of mine. We go way back."
"He a vampire?" Usually vamps associated with their own kind.
"Actually, he is, yes. At least now. He wasn't when I knew him. He runs a B-and-B joint up in Port Townsend geared toward Supes-especially vampires. He bought it a couple years ago but just recently got around to converting it over. That's when the problems started." Alex winked at me. "Patrick always did know how to pick 'em, whether it was women or houses or jobs."
Now, I couldn't resist. I set down my iPad and stared at him pointedly. "And you do? So what gives with Glenda? Your succubus girlfriend has anger management problems, you know. Bette won't ask you outright, because she probably knows better, but I don't have her filters." Alex had just claimed me as a friend, and I was used to being up front with the few people I had befriended over the years. I found it saved a lot of trouble and misunderstandings.
Or maybe not...As his eyes began to turn a dangerous shade of crimson, I thought maybe I had pushed too far. But a moment later, they faded back down and he slumped back in his chair.
"Truth? I couldn't take it anymore. Shimmer, that woman . . ." He paused. "I refuse to take orders from anybody regarding my business or who I associate with." He waved toward the door. "Make sure the door's shut, will you?"
I hesitated. Alex didn't usually open up to me; he usually talked to Bette when he wanted to mull things over. Something must have happened. I crossed to the door to make certain it was closed. "Okay, spill it. What did she want?"
Alex shifted in his seat, playing with a pencil. The squeak of his pants against the leather was the only sound in the room for a moment. Finally, he looked over at me. "What I say in here stays here. You understand?"
I grinned. "I didn't survive this long by opening my mouth at the wrong time, dude." The realization that I could actually smile about my past-at least to some degree-hit me. That was a lot more than I'd been able to do a few months back.
With a laugh, Alex threw the pen back on the desk. "No, I don't suppose you did. All right. Glenda ordered me to fire Bette."
I blinked. Bette was the glue that held the agency together. She made it run like a well-oiled machine. And Glenda . . . didn't have a stake in the business, so to speak. "Why the hell . . . Wait. Was it because you two were an item way back when?"
He nodded. "Glenda's insanely jealous, but she expects me to accept her nature without question. She's a succubus, for fuck's sake. I know I'm not enough for her. But if I accept her need to feed on sex from others, she's jolly well going to accept that I have women friends. I don't usually sleep around, not anymore. But I'm not about to kick out one of the best friends I've ever had just to make my overly possessive girlfriend happy."
Now I understood why he was talking to me instead of to Bette. "You don't want Bette to know about this."
He inclined his head. "Exactly. First, it would just piss her off, and a pissed-off Melusine is a dangerous enemy. Second . . . I think it would hurt her feelings, even though I told Glenda to fuck off."
"So you broke up with your girlfriend to save a friendship."
"No, I broke up with my girlfriend because I'm tired of batshit crazy. I can handle regular crazy. I can even handle temper tantrums. But I can't handle someone trying to run my life for me or dictate who I do-or do not-befriend or hire for my agency. If Bette asks, I just had enough. That's what I'm going to tell her. Just . . . one argument too many." He leaned forward, a pale smile on his lips. His voice dropped as he said, "I've been thinking for a while that it's time I moved on. Find someone more my speed, you know?"
His gaze was unwavering and I couldn't look away. Those frosty eyes were gorgeous, wide and luminous, and below them, the narrow, sculpted nose, and pale stretch of lips mesmerized me. The intensity of emotion that I felt rushing across the desk overwhelmed me-blue dragons were good at picking up on emotions-and I found myself wanting to reach out and touch those lips, to draw my fingers across them.
All too aware that I was breathing rapidly, I forced myself to lean back and clear my throat. "Yeah . . . I know."
I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm the heat that was beginning to work its way up my body. From the beginning, I had found Alex attractive, but I knew it would be a mistake to act on it. He and I were like oil and water. And he was my boss. And he had a jealous girlfriend.
Strike that last . . .
"Shimmer . . ." The corner of one side of those delicious lips began to curve upward. "Oh, Shimmer . . ."
Shaking off the images that cascaded through my mind, I very slowly picked up my iPad and forced myself to say, "Maybe you'd better tell me about the job we're going out on?"
And just like that, he paused, let out a soft laugh, and returned his attention to the papers on his desk. "Right. The job." Another pause, and the moment passed. We were back to business. "As I said, my friend Patrick owns a bed-and-breakfast up in Port Townsend and he's having problems."
"What kind of problems? And what's the name of the place?"
"The High Tide Bed-and-Breakfast. It was supposed to open last month, but a series of accidents forestalled that. There's more, though." Alex frowned, staring at his notes. "Patrick thinks he's being haunted."
Ghosts. Wonderful. I had very little experience with spirits and wasn't eager to add to my repertoire. "And what makes him think that?" I tapped in a few notes on my tablet.
"Strange noises, poltergeist activity . . . cold spots. Typical stuff. I told him we'd come up and investigate."
Annnnd . . . there we had it. A real case landing at my feet at last. Over the past few months, we'd taken on some low-key items, but nothing out of the ordinary. Mostly taking pictures for divorces or court cases. Supes were really good about knowing when they were being followed. It took another Supe with a good camera to record the necessary proof. But until now, Alex hadn't thrown me into anything major.
He had told me that business was in a lull, but I suspected he'd been turning away clients until I got my wings about me. Now, it appeared, he thought I was ready. The thought actually excited me. I was tired of hanging around the office. Hell, I wasn't even used to staying in one place for more than a few weeks. Settling down was proving to be a lot harder than I thought it would be.
"Sure thing. Anything I need to bone up on?" I'd spent my life breaking into people's-well, dragons'-houses and rifling through their stuff. I had a decent amount of experience at getting myself into tight places, if not out of them, but working on a team entailed other skills.
Alex winked at me. "No worries, girl. We'll head up tomorrow night. Find the ferry schedules, would you? We need to travel from the Coupeville ferry over to Port Townsend. We'll leave first thing after sunset, so pack a bag for a few days. You might want to read up on the town. It's an odd place. Supposed to be spook central, from what I gather. I'm telling Ralph to pull out all the stops and bring our ghost-hunting equipment."
"Equipment? But . . . you're a vampire. Ralph is a werewolf. I'm a dragon. What do we need technology for?" I knew that the agency had a store of EMF meters and EVP recorders and whatever else humans had managed to create in their quest to prove that ghosts were real, but really?
Alex let out a snort. "Listen to me, Shimmer, and learn. Always go in prepared. We probably won't need this stuff, but better to have it with us than not. I may be a vampire, but that doesn't mean I know when there are ghosts around. Same with Ralph and you. Not all Supes are psychic."
He made a good point. "Right, then. Tomorrow night, we leave right after sunset. Bette can pick me up, I suppose." I still didn't have a driver's license but was doing my best to learn, though Alex refused to let Bette teach me. He was making me take lessons at the Supe Community Action Council, which was just fine. Somehow, the thought of speeding around Seattle in a two-ton metal cage just didn't appeal on any level. Even though, in dragon form, I'd dived five thousand feet down in the ocean, driving a car intimidated me.
"What do you know about the house?" I created a new section in my notes file.
"Patrick said the place belonged to a friend of his in his pre-vampire days. Guy by the name of Nathan Striker. We're going to need to look into its history, but I figure doing so might be easier while we're up there. Meanwhile, I guess I'll go home and pack up Glenda's stuff . . ." He let out a sound; whether it was disgust or regret, I couldn't tell. My bet was on the former.
"How long were you together?" The question spilled out before I could stop myself. I clamped my mouth shut and stood up.
He gave me an odd look. "Too long? Two . . . maybe three years? I don't know. I guess . . . it was easier to just stay with her than face the problems we had. Nobody likes to admit they've failed." With a sheepish duck of the head, he told me right there all I needed to know. It had been over for a while. He just hadn't gotten up the courage to end it.
I headed for the door, but then it hit me that we'd be away for the weekend. Together. Granted, Ralph would be with us, but a lot could happen in unfamiliar territory. I glanced back. "Alex . . ."
"Yes?" He looked up, already engrossed in his Werewyx Search-the newest Supe search engine.
I paused, my hand on the doorknob, but then decided against saying anything more. Shaking my head, I gave him a gentle smile. "Nothing. Never mind." As I closed the door behind me, I realized that I was beginning to care about Alex. Maybe a little too much.COLLAPSE
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Aerosmith: Walk This Way, Dream On
AJ Roach: Devil May Dance
Alice Cooper: I'm the Coolest, Go To Hell
Arcade Fire: Abraham's Daughter
Asteroids Galaxy Tour: The Golden Age, Heart Attack, Around the Bend, The Sun Ain't Shining No More, Sunshine Coolin'
Bad Girls: M.I.A.
Beck: Cellphone's Dead, Broken Train, Que onda Guero, Nausea, Farewell Ride, Emergency Exit, Loser
Black Angels, The: Don't Play With Guns, Evil Things, Indigo Meadow, Holland, Young Men Dead, Manipulation, Bad Vibrations,
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club: Fault Line, Feel It Now
Black Sabbath: Paranoid
Bret Michaels: Love Sucks
Broken Bells: The Ghost Inside
Cobra Verde: Play with Fire
Crazy Town: Butterfly
Dire Straits: Down to the Waterline, Money For Nothing
Eels: Souljacker Part 1
Fatboy Slim: Praise You
Foster the People: Pumped Up Kicks
Garbage: I Think I'm Paranoid, #1 Crush, Queer, Only Happy When It Rains
Gary Numan: Are Friends Electric, Petals, Down in the Park, Cars (Re-Mix), My Shadow In Vain
Gorillaz: Last Living Souls, Hongkongaton, Dare, Feel Good Inc., Rockit
Hugo: 99 Problems
In Strict Confidence: Silver Bullets, Snow White
Ladytron: Ghosts, I'm Not Scared, Burning Up
Little Big Town: Bones
Madonna: 4 Minutes, Beautiful Stranger
Marcy Playground: Comin' Up From Behind
Morcheeba: Even Though (Acoustic)
Pierces, The: Secret
Puddle of Mudd: Psycho
Rachel Digg: Hands of Time
Rolling Stones: Gimme Shelter,
Screaming Trees: All I Know, Dime Western, Where the Twain Shall Meet
Sewn: The Feeling
Shriekback: New Man, Night Town, Over the Wire, Big Fun
Stone Temple Pilots: Sour Girl, Atlanta
Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers: Mary Jane's Last Dance
Verve, The: Bitter Sweet Symphony