Shifter Born

by A. T. Weaver

Shifter Born - A.T. Weaver
Editions:Paperback - Second Edition: $ 16.99
ISBN: 978-1519233530
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 354
Kindle: $ 4.99
ISBN: B0176Y6W3G
Pages: 356

After seeing his family betrayed and executed during the French Revolutionary War, Marok De Clarency, an immortal, natural-born shifter makes his way to the New World. As he moves from place to place across the American wilderness, he finds not only the means to his revenge, but love. Even as the world progresses around him, he prefers the quite life away from cities and homesteads in remote areas.

He gives his heart again and again, each time hoping that this time, he's found his mate. A chance encounter in the woods leaves him wondering, has Fate at last led him to his eternal love?

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As dawn broke, a dozen hawks flew toward Paris. One by one, they landed in an alley, shifted into rats and blended into the shadows. A sewer led into the prison, but before they got inside, the cart carrying the de Clarency family exited the building into the walled courtyard.

The gathered crowd cheered.

The rats watched as one by one, the family members were led to the guillotine.

Tears filled Marrok’s eyes as he watched the blade descend on the neck of his beautiful mother.

His father’s voice echoed in Marrok’s mind as the older man’s head was placed on the block.

“Marrok, I know you’re here. Get out of France. Go to my brother, Henri, in Boston, America.”

“Not until Dupré pays for what he’s done.”

Be careful my son. Allez avec Dieu.”

Nicolette was the last to be executed. Dupré stood beside the guillotine and laughed as the blade descended on her graceful neck.


As Dupré headed for the de Clarency estate in search of Marrok, one of the rats shifted into a raven and followed.

* * *

Dupré and his men rode to the mansion.

Several roughly dressed women followed in the same cart used to transport the de Clarency’s to Paris.

Dupré issued orders as he dismounted. “Claude, there has to be a locked drawer or box here somewhere. I know the women had very expensive jewelry. It wouldn’t be lying around just anywhere.” Upstairs, he rummaged through the wardrobes and threw the expensive clothing to the women. “Here, these will bring a lot of money in the city.”

One of the women whined, “I want to keep them. They’ll fit me.”

“You can keep some of the poorer stuff. Sell the rest.”

Claude called from Marrok’s father’s study, “Here’s a locked box.”

Dupré went downstairs, shot the lock off the box and opened it. Inside were cases of expensive jewels and small stacks of money. He instructed the men to gather the expensive silver, china, linens and small furnishings and load them onto the cart. When the cart was full, he ordered them to burn the house.

* * *

Marrok, in the form of a small mouse, saw every move Dupré made. Even though his father and grandfather always stressed they were not to use their powers against humans, his need for revenge burned in his heart.

Reviews:Kindle Customer on wrote:

When a book keeps me up past my bedtime, I know it is good!

I hesitated to read this book. I have read all of the other books by this author and really enjoyed them. I hesitated because it seemed such a divergent path for her to suddenly write a sub-genre book with supernatural characters. I reminded myself about having read Ann Rice's vampire series and the Twilight series so decided to give it a try.

I read the first few pages on line. It didn't light up for me. I decided to download it anyway, out of loyalty to the author. I ran out of things to read. I told myself, "Well, you paid almost five dollars for it- why not read it?" So I read it and LOVED IT.

Apparantly, you can teach an old dog new tricks. Or an old shifter can entertain me. Perhaps I need to check out more authors in the sub-genre now that I am initiated.

Amber Flowers on wrote:

Format: Paperback
You know those books that keep you up long past the point you should have been snoozing? Yeah, this was one of those for me.

I'll admit it. I'm a sucker for a happy ending; I'll spend an entire series rooting for one. Particularly when at least one of the parties hasn't had it so good to date. I'll also be the first to admit an immediate interest in just about anything magical, mystical, or paranormal – that being my primary reason for wanting to read this book in the first place.

Shifter Born definitely hit both of those points. Seeing the life and loves of an immortal being through several centuries was exceptionally intriguing. One of the things I appreciated the most was Marrok's occasional super-humanizing moments, despite being more advanced in age: the confusion over his Osage lover's name and his impatience with Tim resonated with me. I certainly prefer that sort of attitude to the "infinite patience and wisdom" model so often adopted with immortal beings.

That being said, I think the only downside to this book, in my opinion, is that it's relatively short. I could have easily enjoyed the story at twice the length, with the chance to be pulled deeper into the story.

About the Author

My real name is Julia Flowers. I am a 70+ year-old great-grandmother and live with my two cats, Cleopatra (who is 15 years old) and Kiyah the devil cat (who is not quite 2), in downtown Kansas City, MO. I either tell people I live next door to the church with the gold dome, or I live at the northwest corner of Bartle Hall. I have four children, nine blood grandkids, two extra, and one great-grandson.

Two questions I am often asked are:

1. Why a pen name and where did it come from?

When I began writing at the age of 60, I didn’t want my kids to be embarrassed by their friends knowing their mother wrote gay fiction, so I decided to make up a pen name. When I got my first computer and set up an email account I had a hard time finding a username that wasn’t already taken. I’d been a member of the Society for Creative Anachronism for several years, and my SCA name is Alisaundre Muir, and I dye, spin, and weave wool. Alix is a nickname for Alisaundre and I came up with alixtheweaver. Thinking about a pen name, I thought, ‘Weaver is a good last name’, and so I became A(for Alix) T(for the) Weaver.

2. Why would a straight great-grandmother write gay fiction?

When I was growing up, the word gay meant happy and carefree and homosexuals were called queer or ‘one-of-those’. However, I never heard those terms or knew what they meant until I was married and a mother. When two men moved in down the street from us in St. Charles, MO, I didn’t think anything about it until my then husband told me they were ‘queers’. I didn’t know what he meant.
Later on, after moving back to Kansas City in the late 1960s, two men moved across the street from us. Again, I thought nothing about it. One was an actor, and we went to several of his plays. I was later to learn that one of them was the driving force behind the gay movement in Kansas City. Of course, at the time I knew nothing at all about the LGBT Community.

In 2003, there was a TV show on Bravo called Boy Meets Boy. Having watched The Bachelor and Bachelorette and being totally disgusted, I decided it couldn’t be any worse and watched. In the middle of the show, one of the ‘contestants’ set up a Yahoo group for fans and I joined. I have to admit, my record with guessing who was gay and who was straight wasn’t all that good.

At the peak, there were over 3,000 members of the group. After the show as over, several of us continued to ‘talk’ daily. These men educated me as to the inequalities suffered by the LGBT community, and started me reading gay literature and watching movies. On a trip to see my mother in Turlock, CA, I visited one of the men in San Francisco who lived just up the street from the Castro. As he showed me around, we stopped in front of what was once Harvey Milk’s camera store. My question, “Who was Harvey Milk?” started my education into Gay history. When I mentioned I’d like to try writing. His response was, “I’d like to read a book where the boy gets the boy and they ride off into the sunset together.” I said, “I can do that.” This was in 2003 – before Brokeback Mountain, and before the advent of gay erotica.

I was unable to find a publisher who would even read my story and paid $500 to have it published. Since then, I use self-publishing. My first few books were mildly erotic, but since, I have chosen to put the sex behind the bedroom door.

I’ll never make even a little money, but if I can move you in some way, whether you laugh or cry, love it or hate it, I’ve accomplished what I aim for.

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. Cyril Connolly (1903 - 1974)

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