Book Cover: Shadow Magic
Part of the Magic Happens series:

I'm Marquette Sanders, and I used to be one of the top agents for the Crown Magika. But an unexpected accident sidelines me and my world turns upside down. Now, I'm living in the shadow town of Terameth Lake, Washington, where magic and mayhem rule, and spirits from the past are as powerful as the volcano that looms over the town.

I've moved in with Granny Ledbetter, my goddess-mother and the oldest witch in town. I'm working at her shop, Shadow Magic, which serves the witchblood community. When a tarot client turns up dead, drained of all her blood, she's just one in a string of killings. The police think a rogue vampire's turned serial killer, but I know better—rogue vampires are my specialty and they don't act like that. Dagda Bruin—the chief of police—enlists my help. Now we must find out who and what the actual killer is, before the body count skyrockets.

This series is Paranormal Women's Fiction. It's NOT a cozy series. *grins* For those who love my quirky humor, scary-assed stories, and who don't mind that some of my characters swear like a trucker.

KEYWORDS/TROPES: Paranormal, Witches, Faerie, Fae, Fairy, Weres, Shapeshifters, Romance, Paranormal Women’s Fiction, Badass heroine, kickass women, action and adventure, Ghost hunting, cats, ghosts, urban legends, shadow people, Shadow towns, wolf shifters, cat shifters, elemental magic, shapeshifter romance, mystery, strong women, kickass heroine, steamy, Pacific North West, woods, fae creatures, divorce, life change, new life, hometown, hauntings, dark creatures, amazing friendships, family secrets, spells, challenging foes, magical creatures, mythology

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Chapter 1

April…

Just when you think everything’s all dandy, life can throw you a major curve.

When I limped into my boss’s office on a bright, sunny Monday morning, I didn’t expect to be forced to walk away from the life I’d known for thirty years. But sometimes fate doesn’t follow the path you want it to.

When Royal called me into his office, I wasn’t sure what I was in for. I’d never been injured on the job before. But I expected a commendation, at least, to add to the drawer full of awards I’d accumulated during my work with the Crown Magika. Granted, Driscoll had evaded me, but I’d come damned close to catching him and I knew that next time, there would be no question: I’d either bring him in, or stake him dead. Permanently.

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But as I entered his office and saw Royal sitting behind that giant walnut desk that he’d bought to soothe his Maserati midlife crisis, he looked up from a thick file, his face a blank stare. Usually, I could read him clear and loud, but this time, his expression was impassive, and he closed the file folder and leaned back, motioning toward the chair across from his desk. The vibe of the room definitely didn’t read “Congratulations” and I instantly knew something was wrong.

“What’s up?” I said, easing into the chair opposite his desk. The walking cast on my leg would come off in a few days, and I was antsy, already champing for a new assignment. I didn’t enjoy downtime, and although I knew I needed physical therapy, I expected to be back on the job ASAP. Type A to the max, I put Bill Gates to shame.

He let out a long sigh. “Marquette, we need to discuss something.” The fact that he used my full name instead of my nickname told me that the “something” wasn’t going to be pleasant.

I leaned forward, wondering what was going on. “I repeat, what’s up?” I didn’t like Royal, but I did respect him. He was good at his job, and he had always been fair to me. Royal was a royal pain in the ass, but he was also a good supervisor. We had a love–hate relationship, purely platonic.

“You really got knocked for a loop, didn’t you? You were after Driscoll, correct?”

Driscoll was a vampire who worked for the Blood Collective. I’d been chasing him across the desert on my Suzuki GSX, roaring along at over a hundred and fifty miles an hour. Driscoll had been driving a Corvette, edging it up a few miles per hour more than I was going. But then he swerved abruptly, taking a sharp left turn. When I followed, the bike had shot out from under me, catching my boot heel, and I’d been dragged along the desert floor. Driscoll had escaped. I’d ended up lucky to be alive.

“Yeah, but I’m healing up. I broke my leg in several places, bruised a few ribs, and I look like I got beat to a pulp, but I’m all right.” I tried to make a joke out of it, but he wasn’t laughing.

“We talked to the doctor and physical therapist.” He paused, catching my gaze. “Marquette, you’re not ever going to fully heal. The therapist says she’s told you that. You’re going to have a limp and your knee will always chance going out from under you.” His eyes burned a hole in me.

A shiver of fear raced down my spine. “I’m going to be all right. I’ll be able to do my job, Royal.” I wasn’t laughing anymore. I could see it in his eyes—he was about to confirm the secret fear I’d been harboring for the past month. “You can’t bench me. I’ve been one of your top agents for thirty years—”

“Yes, you have. But now, either we give you a desk job, or…” He trailed off, waiting.

I caught my breath. “No! I can’t take a desk job. I’ve worked my ass off for the Crown Magika. I’ve got a success rate of 85 percent. You show me one agent who’s better at their job than I am!”

Royal ducked his head. “I’m not disagreeing with any of that. We’re going to miss you. We are, Quetta. But the fact is, you can’t go out in the field any longer. Not only would you be in danger, but your cases would be compromised.” Royal was the only one who ever called me Quetta.

Crap. He’d talked to them already. “My therapist could be wrong—”

“You know she isn’t. Maybe you won’t end up with a limp. Maybe you’ll heal up completely.” His voice dropped. “Marquette, you have to face facts. Your leg was shattered so badly that it will never be good as new, even with all the healing spells in the world. Your days as an investigative agent are over.”

“No!” I didn’t want to hear it.

“This happens. I’m sorry, but it happens. We can switch you to a desk job. We could start you right away on that.”

“I’ve been hunting down the baddies for thirty-one years. I joined the Crown Magika when I was barely twenty-one. I’ve worked my way up the ranks, covered in blood, guts, and sweat. I’m one of your best operatives, and I’m the first one you go to when it comes to cases involving the Blood Collective and the Covenant of Chaos. And now, because of one bad moment—one misstep—you’re trying to tell me it’s all over?” Breathing heavily, I tried to control my temper. I could feel tears in the back of my eyes, but in front of them was a red cloud of fury. I tried to imagine myself working a desk job, watching the pity on the faces of the other agents.

“I can’t do that.” I shook my head. “What if I say no?”

Royal let me rant and flail. After I fell silent, he waited for a moment, then calmly said, “We’ll provide you with a generous severance packet, along with the pension you’ve earned. And the Queen’s authorized me to award you a lifetime achievement commendation.”

The Queen. If she was involved, all hope was up. I leaned back in my chair. My life stretched out before me in a bleak line. “Crap, crap, crap. Royal…do you think she’d change her mind on this? If you talked to her for me—”

Royal held my gaze, his expression softening. “I’m sorry, Quetta. I have my orders. We can’t risk you choking at the last minute. You’ve been through a traumatic accident and the doc says that he’s detected some PTSD—that you won’t acknowledge.”

I turned my face away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Then he’s right. You could choke and that could endanger anybody else you might be working with.”

I let out a long breath and turned to face him. Everything seemed muted and slowed down, like I was living in slow motion. “It’s over, then. I’m done.”

“Are you sure you won’t take the desk job? We’ll keep you at your current pay grade.”

If I had to leave the job I loved, I would leave for good. I couldn’t face watching my colleagues head out on cases I knew I could do better on. I couldn’t face the pity in their eyes, and the schadenfreude from others.

“No, maybe it’s time to try something new.”

“Well, you’ll have the severance package and your pension. You’ve been here thirty-one years. It might be time for you to relax. Try your hand at something else.”

I knew he was trying to let me down gently—to help me see the brighter side. But right now, I wanted to tell him that he’d nailed the final nail in my coffin. “Yeah. Gardening, maybe? You think I’d make a good gardener?” I couldn’t resist the little barb. I couldn’t keep a plant alive to save my soul. I didn’t jive with the earth element. My magic was based in fire and ice—the extremes merging to make the magic stronger than ever.

Royal leaned forward. “Quette, you’re wrong if you think I want you gone. You’re the best agent we have and you’ve been willing to take chances nobody else has the nerve to face. The Crown Magika has so much to thank you for. But you have to understand how you can’t serve as an agent in your condition. We aren’t conspiring against you.”

I paused, then gave him a hopeless shrug. “Whatever. It is what it is, and I have to accept that my life has forever changed. But it breaks my heart.” My voice choked as the tears I’d tried to keep at bay welled up like a hurricane in my throat.

Then Royal did something he’d never done. He walked around his desk to sit by my side in the chair next to me and took my hands. “Marquette Sanders, you and I have butted heads ever since the first day I took this job. We’ve fought and said things to each other that were probably better off left unsaid. But the fact is…I genuinely respect you. You’re the best agent I’ve ever worked with. And I’ll never take that away from you.”

I caught my breath as the tears rolled down my face. “Damn it, you giant prick. I wanted to walk away hating you—blaming you for this. But you go and be nice to me? Fuck it. Truth is, you’ve been fair to me, Royal, even if we were at each other’s throats.” I swallowed, hard, accepting the tissue he offered me. After blowing my nose, I asked, “So what did Queen Heliesa say?”

The Queen of Witches lived on an island off the coast of Shrove, Ireland, that was called Easa Cailleach. I’d met Heliesa a couple of times when the Crown Magika had awarded me medals for service, but I’d never had a chance to talk to her personally.

“She sends her best wishes, and her thanks.” Royal forced a smile. “She knows how valuable you’ve been to the Crown. But she was quite clear: you have to retire from active duty.”

“A suggestion’s as good as an order when it comes from a queen,” I murmured.

And so my fate was sealed. After thirty years in service to the Crown Magika, I was out of a job, and out of a way of life.

“How long do I have until I have to move?” I asked.

The Order of the Moon—the paramilitary branch of the Court Magika—and by extension, the Crown Magika—provided quarters for all of its agents. Now I had to walk away from my job, but also the place I’d lived for years, and everything associated with it.

“The healer said you’ll be on your feet by mid-June. Given what happened, you don’t have to be out of your current quarters until July 1.” He met my gaze, regret in his eyes. For Royal, that might as well mean he was weeping. “We’re also providing you with a relocation bonus.”

“I guess that’s it,” I said. Everything had taken on a surreal tinge and I couldn’t decide if I was living in a bad dream or if this really was reality.

“Best of luck. It was good working with you.” He held out his hand.

I stared at his extended hand for a moment, then slowly reached out and clasped his fingers. His shake was firm and dry, and he slowly brought my hand up to brush its top with his lips. The moment he kissed my hand, I felt a long shiver that told me what might have been, but now would never be.

Royal and I locked gazes and his look told me he had felt it too. But all he said as he let go was, “Have a wonderful life, Marquette. You deserve it.”

I steeled myself. As long as we had been talking, it had meant it wasn’t quite real yet. But now, it was time to turn my back and step out into the world again.

“You too, Royal. As for me, I’ll survive. I always do.”

He walked me to the door. “We have a team waiting to debrief you.”

As I headed around his desk, I thought about everything I had done up until now, and all the success I’d had. When I walked through that door, it would all end. I swallowed hard, staring at the knob. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, I took hold of the handle, turned it, and walked away from everything I’d ever known.

***

September…

I woke to the smell of coffee wafting from downstairs. My stomach rumbling, I forced myself out of bed and into the shower. It was nearly eight, and I had promised Granny that I’d watch the shop today. As I splashed water on my face, I wiped the gunk from my eyes and stared at myself in the mirror.

It was such a lovely way to start the day, all bent out of sorts and exhausted. Three hours of sleep after four hours of sorting out the problems of a distraught client who claimed that I’d sold her a haunted athame—a ritual dagger—had left me tired and grumpy.

How was it that I had been able to go for days on a few hours of sleep when I was running a case, but put me into a situation with a nutter who was convinced that we had sold her a dagger with a ghost attached to it, and I could barely keep awake?

After I’d cleared out the wayward spirit—who was actually her ex-boyfriend’s ghost who was still stalking her—and proved that the ghost hadn’t come from the dagger at all, Felicia had roped me into listening to a long whine about her finances, her bad roommate situation, and the fact that she couldn’t find her favorite brand of chocolate anymore.

By the time I arrived home, I had been feeling all Judge Judy—totally unsympathetic and really wanting to headdesk the table.

Even after the shower, I felt like crap, but today was slated to be busy and I didn’t have time to go back to bed.

I slid on a pair of black jeans, and a form-fitting sweater that stretched over my boobs. Knee-high platform boots and a designer tote bag finished the look—I favored Marc Jacobs and Michael Kors. I also preferred stilettos, but the accident had put an end to those. I had managed to avoid a permanent limp, but I already could tell that my leg was going to give me trouble when I was too tired, or it was too cold.

As I brushed my hair back into a long ponytail and applied my makeup, I was startled when Dominique whispered in my ear.

You look like something washed up on the beach. Flotsam and jetsam.

“Gee, thanks. I bet you aren’t looking so good there in your grave, either.”

Dominique was Granny’s house ghost. She had been Granny Ledbetter’s nanny a couple hundred years ago, and Domi, as we called her, had apparently never let go of the belief that she was supposed to watch over her. I had talked to her when I was a child, though Granny didn’t know, and I felt like we were picking up again like old friends.

Be that way, then. But I saw you come in late. You can’t expect to keep healthy on so little sleep.

I had felt as if I’d just had my hands slapped. “Well, there’s nothing I can do about it now. I have errands to run and I’m due down at the shop in a couple of hours.”

I’m trying to—

“Help, I know.” I sighed, finished my makeup, and squinted at the worry lines around my eyes and on my forehead. They weren’t prominent, so I felt I didn’t look half-bad for fifty-two. Not bad at all. I flexed, grinning. I could still give young studs a run for their money—in the boxing ring, at least. I wasn’t interested in giving them a run for anything else. It wasn’t that I had no interest in sex—I loved sex. But I had no desire to entangle myself in a relationship. Dating? Yes. Sharing my bed now and then? Certainly. Sharing a house and life with someone who might try to change me or tie me down? No way in hell. I was too set in my ways to play house with a man. Besides, being Granny’s roommate suited me just fine.

As I headed toward the stairs, Domi got in one last shot.

You know, I’m glad you’re back. I enjoyed talking to you.

I paused, my hand on the railing. “Thanks, Domi. That’s nice of you to say. I miss my brother, too. But he’s not the same sweet kid he was when we lived here. He grew up stuffy and pompous. I’m glad my mother didn’t live to see the way he turned out.”

Sometimes, people have a way of failing us without even knowing they’re doing so.

“Right,” I answered, then headed downstairs.

Granny was in the kitchen, stirring up breakfast.

“Morning,” I said. Her actual name was Nara, but the whole town of Terameth Lake knew her as “Granny.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek as I dragged myself over to the counter with the coffee pot on it. “Is that coffee I smell? I need a good jolt.”

“The pot’s full,” she said. “And breakfast is ready.”

Every day since I had moved back to Terameth Lake, Granny had made sure I was happily fed. She handed me a plate of scrambled eggs, pancakes, and sausage. I carried it to the table—which was in the corner of the kitchen—and poured myself a mug of coffee, adding a little cream. As I settled in at the table, Granny served herself up a plate and joined me.

“Ready for the day? You came in late.” Granny Ledbetter looked old, which meant she was extremely old. Witchblood aged slowly. Magic swirled around her, hanging heavy on her shoulders. She was more powerful than just about any witch I’d ever met.

“Felicia was on an emotional bender last night. She thought we sold her a haunted athame but it was actually the ghost of her ex-boyfriend. Stalker in life, stalker in death. I banished him, but then she subjected me to a three-hour tour through her misery.” I bit into the sausage, delighting as the link burst in my mouth. It was juicy and salty with the right amount of grease. “This is so good.”

“Edie Rosewater makes the best sausage in the state. I won’t buy sausage anywhere else,” Granny said.

“She doesn’t look like a sausage-maker,” I said, grinning. Edie had long platinum hair—not as long as mine but far paler—and she looked like a centerfold. She loved her pigs, though, and treated them like royalty for the lengths of their lives. But she was fully capable of butchering them and breaking them down to make her famous sausage, bacon, and ham.

“Edie Rosewater’s lucky she’s sane. Her parents were a couple of loons, and I do mean loons. The fact that she turned out as stable as she is, well…I give her mentors credit.”

“Is she witchblood?” I finished my eggs and toast, then peeked at the pan on the stove to see if there was more sausage. There was. “Want more?”

“You go ahead and finish the rest. I already had a cinnamon roll this morning.” Granny carried her plate to the sink and rinsed it off, tucking it in the dishwasher. “As far as Edie’s concerned, she’s part shifter. Her mother was a wolf shifter, her father was human. They fought constantly and I’m surprised her father survived as long as he did. Helga had a temper as nasty as a rattler. Anyway, so no, Edie isn’t witchblood.”

It occurred to me that Edie was able to butcher the hogs so easily because she was part wolf. Wolf shifters made good butchers and ranchers, just like rabbit shifters—who were fairly rare—made great farmers.

“Since we’re getting ready for the Harvest Moon Festival at the shop, what do you want me to do? Set up tables? Make charms?” Over the past few months, I’d settled into working with Granny better than I ever expected to. I tried to put the past behind me, given that my life with the Order of the Moon was over.

Granny paused, frowning. “Every year I put all prosperity and abundance charms on sale during the Harvest Moon Festival, and they sell like crazy, so start with what we have. We’ll need to make more in a week or so. I also like to throw in pumpkin-scented candles, black cat candles, and anything else that screams the season.” She nodded toward the door. “I put a bunch of decorations in the back of your truck. Go ahead and put them up if you would.”

Granny Ledbetter wasn’t really my grandmother, but she might as well be. I’d grown up living in her house for a few years after my father died. My mother had brought my brother and me here, to Terameth Lake, to live with the woman who had been her goddess-mother.

Two years later, when I was fifteen, Mother had bought a small house and we moved there. I left at eighteen, my little brother two years later. I had gone into the agency, and he had gone away to college and stayed there. Now he was an investment banker somewhere in Pennsylvania.

When I was forty, Granny had called me to let me know that my mother had died. I seldom volunteered the facts on how she had died because they sounded ridiculous and I didn’t want anyone laughing about my mother’s death.

After my discussion with Royal and debriefing, I had called Granny to tell her what happened. She invited me home to Terameth Lake. While my mother’s house had been sold years ago, Granny had plenty of room and she told me I could stay with her and help her with Shadow Magic—her magical supplies shop—until I was ready to find my own place. So, on the evening of July 2, I had showed up with my clothes and the few boxes of belongings I had.

I turned to Granny. “What are you doing today?”

Granny Ledbetter was stout, but I had no doubt she could take on a linebacker. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a pale blue button-down shirt with a red apron tied around her waist, she was shorter than me by about four inches. Her hair was pure white, pulled back into a ponytail that almost reached her waist. Her eyes were blue like mine—the ice blue of glaciers.

“The yard needs tending, and so do my herbs. In a month, we’ll have a run on protection charms—people change them out in the late autumn, so we’ll need plenty of rosemary and bay leaf for the new season.”

Granny’s yard needed work. It was one step away from a wild patch. The two-story cottage had looked remarkably the same as it had when I was a teenager. Ivy trailed down the walls, and a trellis gate leading to the backyard, covered with wisteria. The place needed some fixing up, but the paint was in fairly good condition, and the porch looked sturdy enough. But the yard had been a riot of color.

Even now, in early September, flowers bloomed everywhere in a profusion of color, while others were past their season and would winter over until the spring. Hydrangeas, roses, primroses, and foxglove all had come and gone. But now, red-hot pokers were still vibrant under the autumn skies, and zinnias and mums were thick, their spicy flowers smelling of autumn. Chinese lanterns hung lush with orange seed pods, and ferns spread thickly through the greenery.

The house was on an acre of land, most of it stretching to the back. The entire acre was bordered by fir trees, a giant cedar, red-leaf maple trees, rowan trees—also known as mountain ash in western Washington—and lilacs and rhododendrons, all shaggy and huge.

“Do you need help? I’m not much of a green thumb, but—”

“Never you mind. I’ll take care of this. You go on.”

“All right. I think I’ll hit the gym first before I head to the shop. Should I bring anything home for dinner?” I picked up my purse and made sure I had my phone and keys.

“A bucket of chicken would be good.” Granny stretched and then stood, looking out the kitchen window. “It’s almost time for Bliss Farms’ annual Red-Pickup Harvest Fair. We’ll need to remember to head over there this weekend. They usually have good specials going and it’s worth the time.” She paused, then pointed toward one of the maples. “Fall is coming in strong. The leaves have already started to turn.”

On either side of Granny’s property were other houses, and across the street, more homes. But Granny’s lot was lined with trees. I joined her, peeking out the window. She was right, the leaves were starting to turn color.

To the far back of the lot was a ravine, and on the other side of the ravine was a thin strip of woodland that backed Bliss Farm.

Bliss Farm erected roadside stands on the turnout to their farm where they sold cider, apple jelly, homemade applesauce, vegetables, jerky, ham, bacon, and pepperoni, honey from their hives, and during the autumn, they held a harvest ritual on the equinox. Granny bought a lot of vegetables and apples from them, along with the best applewood smoked bacon ever.

“Are we going to have time to visit the Harvest Moon Festival this weekend?” I asked. Terameth Lake’s official harvest festival was held on consecutive weekends throughout September and October. “Wait, we’ll be at the shop, won’t we?”

You’ll be at the shop on Saturday. I’ll take Sunday so you can go out and about. Now get along with you, and don’t forget the chicken for dinner. And the mashed potatoes and gravy, too.” With a wave, Granny motioned me off.

I clattered down the front steps, wincing ever so slightly as my knee twinged.

I’d never be 100 percent—the doctors had been right about that. And I’d never fully be capable of what I had been before the accident. As I inserted the key into my truck, it occurred to me that if I’d stayed in service, I would have been miserable in a desk job. I would have hated every minute of it and only succeeded in building resentment. With a sigh, I hauled myself into the truck and fastened my seatbelt. Sometimes fate worked out, even when we didn’t think it would.

COLLAPSE

Playlist

I often listen to music when I write, and SHADOW MAGIC is no exception. Here’s the playlist for the book:

  • J. Roach: Devil May Dance
  • AC/DC: Back in Black; Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap; Hells Bells
  • Adele: Rumour Has It
  • Air: Moon Fever; Surfing on a Rocket
  • Airstream: Electra
  • Alanis Morissette: You Oughta Know; Hand in My Pocket; Uninvited; All I Really Want; Eight Easy Steps
  • Alice Cooper: I’m the Coolest; Didn’t We Meet; Welcome to My Nightmare; Some Folks
  • Android Lust: Here & Now; Saint Over
  • Animotion: Obsession
  • Arch Leaves: Nowhere To Go
  • Asteroid Galaxy Tour: The Sun Ain’t Shining No More; The Golden Age; Around the Bend; Sunshine Coolin’; Bad Fever; Major; Heart Attack; Out of Frequency; Hurricane
  • Band of Skulls: I Know What I Am
  • Billy Idol: White Wedding
  • Blondie: Fade Away and Radiate; Heart of Glass; I Know But I Don’t Know; One Way or Another; Call Me; Rapture; Little Caesar
  • Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band: Old Time Rock & Roll; Turn the Page
  • Bobbie Gentry: Ode To Billie Joe
  • Broken Bells: The Ghost Inside
  • Camouflage Nights: (It Could Be) Love
  • Crazy Town: Butterfly
  • David Bowie: Golden Years; Fame; Jean Jeanie
  • Devon Cole:I.T.C.H.
  • Dizzi: Dizzi Jig; Dance of the Unicorns; Galloping Horse
  • DJ Shah: Mellomaniac
  • Eastern Sun: Beautiful Being
  • Eels: Souljacker Part 1
  • Elton John: Honky Cat; Goodbye Yellow Brick Road; Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting; Rocket Man; Bennie and the Jets; Crocodile Rock
  • Eurythmics: Sweet Dreams
  • Fats Domino: I Want to Walk You Home
  • FC Kahuna: Hayling
  • Fleetwood Mac: The Chain; Gold Dust Woman
  • Godsmack: Voodoo
  • Gordon Lightfoot: Sundown
  • Gorillaz: Demon Days; Hongkongaton
  • The Guess Who: American Woman; No Sugar Tonight/New Mother Nature
  • Halsey: Castle; Haunting
  • Heart: Magic Man; White Lightning & Wine; Crazy on You; Dreamboat Annie
  • Imagine Dragons: Natural
  • Jay Price: The Devil’s Bride; Dark-Hearted Man; Coming For You Baby
  • Jeannie C. Riley: Harper Valley PTA
  • Jefferson Airplane: She Has Funny Cars; Somebody to Love; 3/5 of a Mile in 10 Seconds; White Rabbit; Plastic Fantastic Lover
  • John Fogerty: The Old Man Down The Road
  • Johnny Otis: Willy & The Hand Jive
  • Kirsty MacColl: In These Shoes?
  • Led Zeppelin: When the Levee Breaks; Kashmir; Ramble On; The Battle of Evermore; Immigrant Song
  • Loreena McKennitt: The Mummers Dance; Marco Polo; All Souls Night; The Lady of Shalott
  • Low: Witches; Plastic Cup; Half-Light; Witches
  • Marconi Union: First Light; Alone Together; Flying; Always Numb; On Reflection; Broken Colours; We Travel; Weightless
  • Mark Lanegan: The Gravedigger’s Song; Riot in My House; Phantasmagoria Blues; Wedding Dress; Methamphetamine Blues
  • Mark Lanegan/Duke Garwood: Pentacostal; War Memorial; Mescalito; Death Rides a White Horse
  • Matt Corby: Breathe
  • Nancy Sinatra: These Boots Are Made For Walking
  • Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: Do You Love Me; Red Right Hand
  • Nik Ammar & Marla Altschuler: Hollywood
  • Nirvana: Lithium; Heart Shaped Box; Come As You Are; Lake of Fire; All Apologies; On A Plain; Plateau; You Know You’re Right
  • Oingo Boingo: Dead Man’s Party; Elevator Man; Return of the Dead Man
  • Orgy: Social Enemies; Blue Monday
  • PJ Harvey: The Words That Maketh Murder; In the Dark Places; C’mon Billy; Down By The Water
  • Red Venom: Let’s Get it On
  • Robert Palmer: Addicted To Love; Simply Irresistible
  • Robin Schulz: Sugar
  • The Rolling Stones: Gimme Shelter; 19th Nervous Breakdown; Mother’s Little Helper; Jumpin’ Jack Flash; Sympathy for the Devil; What A Shame; The Spider and the Fly
  • Rue du Soleil: We Can Fly; Le Française; Wake Up Brother; Blues Du Soleil
  • Sarah McLachlan: Possession
  • Screaming Trees: All I Know; Dime Western
  • Shriekback: Underwater Boys; And The Rain; The King In The Tree; The Shining Path; Intoxication; Over the Wire; New Man; Go Bang; Big Fun; Dust and a Shadow; Agony Box; Now These Days Are Gone
  • Vincent: Pay Your Way In Pain; Down And Out Downtown; Los Ageless
  • Steppenwolf: Born To Be Wild; Magic Carpet Ride
  • Talking Heads: Life During Wartime; Take Me To The River; Burning Down the House; Swamp; Psycho Killer; I Zimbra; Moon Rocks
  • Tamaryn: While You’re Sleeping, I’m Dreaming; Violet’s In A Pool
  • The Temptations: Papa Was a Rolling Stone
  • Tom Petty: Mary Jane’s Last Dance
  • Trills: Speak Loud
  • The Verve: Bitter Sweet Symphony
  • Zero 7: In the Waiting Line
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