Kindle Price: $8.99

These promotions will be applied to this item:

Some promotions may be combined; others are not eligible to be combined with other offers. For details, please see the Terms & Conditions associated with these promotions.

You've subscribed to ! We will preorder your items within 24 hours of when they become available. When new books are released, we'll charge your default payment method for the lowest price available during the pre-order period.
Update your device or payment method, cancel individual pre-orders or your subscription at
Your Memberships & Subscriptions

Buy for others

Give as a gift or purchase for a team or group.
Learn more

Buying and sending eBooks to others

Select quantity
Buy and send eBooks
Recipients can read on any device

Additional gift options are available when buying one eBook at a time.  Learn more

These ebooks can only be redeemed by recipients in the US. Redemption links and eBooks cannot be resold.

Kindle app logo image

Download the free Kindle app and start reading Kindle books instantly on your smartphone, tablet, or computer - no Kindle device required. Learn more

Read instantly on your browser with Kindle for Web.

Using your mobile phone camera - scan the code below and download the Kindle app.

QR code to download the Kindle App

Loading your book clubs
There was a problem loading your book clubs. Please try again.
Not in a club? Learn more
Amazon book clubs early access

Join or create book clubs

Choose books together

Track your books
Bring your club to Amazon Book Clubs, start a new book club and invite your friends to join, or find a club that’s right for you for free.
The Silver Bullets of Annie Oakley: An Elemental Masters Novel by [Mercedes Lackey]

Follow the Author

Something went wrong. Please try your request again later.

The Silver Bullets of Annie Oakley: An Elemental Masters Novel Kindle Edition

4.4 4.4 out of 5 stars 1,136 ratings

New from Used from
All 16 for you in this series See full series
See included books
Total Price: $130.84
By clicking on above button, you agree to the Kindle Store Terms of Use

Editorial Reviews

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.



The broom felt as if it was made of iron, not wood and straw. Annie was tired, mortal tired. Then again, she was always tired. There was always too much work to be done in a day and not enough hours to finish it. So it wasn't surprising that the broom she wielded chattered a bit on the puncheon floor-and the uneven surface of the split logs didn't help.


"Small strokes with the broom, you lazy little tramp! You're sending dirt everywhere!" The woman at the stove turned and glared, her hand hovering over the stout cane switch she always had at her side, tied to her apron string. Annie thought of her as "She-Wolf," regardless of her real name, because she was as cruel and vicious as a rabid wolf. So was her husband "He-Wolf," though his cruelty manifested itself in other ways than just the beatings Annie was accustomed to get from his spouse. Hard words, punishments like being deprived of meals, being sent into the cold, dark root cellar for an hour among the black beetles, and long lectures on her inadequacies, while he watched her with a gleam in his eyes that made her shiver, though she didn't know why.


Annie Moses winced and ducked her head, murmuring "Yes'm," and tried to make the strokes of the broom smaller. It was hard, though, because she was small for her age, the broom was taller than she was at a mere ten years old, and she was already exhausted from an entire day of tending the baby, cleaning, helping to prepare food, chopping wood, and pumping water. Pumping water outside in the winter cold was brutal, and her red hands and feet were covered in aching chilblains. By her reckoning, Annie did most of the work in this household; all the She-Wolf ever did was stir a pot now and again, rock and feed the baby, and beat Annie.


And the moment she turned her back on her employer, she heard the quick steps on the wood floor, and braced herself for the blow of the switch. Inevitable and unavoidable, the blows came, raining down on her back and shoulders until she dropped to her knees. She was holding her breath to keep from sobbing, as She-Wolf scolded her for being impertinent.


The She-Wolf yanked the broom out of her hands and flung a tiny whisk broom and dustpan at her head. The dustpan caught her in the cheek hard enough that she knew there would be a bruise and maybe a cut, the pain bringing more tears to her eyes. "There!" the woman spat. "Now finish the sweeping!"


On hands and knees, shivering with cold in the thin calico dress and apron that were all she had to wear, Annie went back to sweeping the kitchen floor with the whisk broom. Every time she gathered a dustpan full, she got to her feet and carefully emptied it into the pail she'd be expected to take outside when it was full. Her hands and feet were numb with cold, but she wouldn't be allowed near the stove until after He-Wolf and She-Wolf went to bed, and by then it would have been banked for the night and barely warm.


All the time she swept, the She-Wolf kept up a running commentary about how useless she was, how when they had hired her, she was supposed to be able to cook, pump water, and tend the baby (just now, thankfully, asleep in his cradle) like a good strong woman, how she was useless at all these things, and how she should be thanking her lucky stars that the She-Wolf was keeping her on despite how she was nothing but a drag on the household and not worth the money it took to keep her fed.


She'd have broken down in tears if she hadn't been so used to it by now.


It was an old song, one Annie knew the words to by heart. And most of it was a lie.


She'd been "bound out" to the Wolves on the promise of fifty cents a week for a little light housekeeping and tending the baby. Her widowed Mama couldn't afford to keep all her children, and at ten, Annie was the most likely to get any kind of employment, so she'd been sent to the Darke County Infirmary-which was the official name of the county poorhouse-and from there she'd been bound out as the Wolves' servant with her Mama's consent. And Annie herself had thought it a fine plan; she knew how much of a difference that fifty cents a week would make to the little household, and it made her proud and happy to be able to help. And there had been the promise of school, too; the Wolves had pledged to the people in charge of the Infirmary, Mr. and Mrs. Edington, that there was a school within easy walking distance, and she'd be going every day. Since there was no school near the Moses home, that had seemed like a dream about to come true.


She'd thought she was prepared for the work. She wasn't afraid of hard work, after all. She'd done more than enough of the housework at home to know she could do a lot of things, and do them well, and she'd helped tend Baby Hulda, so she knew she was competent with an infant. What's more, she knew she could take up a rifle or snares and easily add to the Wolves' larder with her uncanny hunting skills-most of the Moses' meat came straight from her hunting efforts. And she'd have been happy if she'd been treated fairly. She could easily understand how a new mother, perhaps weakened by the birth of her first child, would need some help, and if there were no relatives nearby to lend a girl, obviously they'd have to hire someone. Annie's own mother was often paid to come be a midwife, and afterward to cook and clean for a few days while the new mother recovered.


But Annie was effectively doing all the chorework, a great deal of the housework, most of the baby-tending, almost all of the water-pumping and wood-chopping, and a goodly share of the cooking. She was supposed to be going to school during the day, not slaving from dawn to dusk.


As for the She-Wolf taking an adult woman's share of the work, well, mostly the She-Wolf sat in her rocking chair by the stove and glared at her, or retired to the bedroom to nap.


When this all began, she used to cry herself to sleep every night, wake up still crying, and have to hide her tears during the day. Now, all she felt was numb, and a dull, resigned fear. She was too tired for anything else.


She'd written to her mother several times, asking when she would be able to come home again, and pointing out that between her trapping and shooting she was probably able to supply more than enough meat to make up for that lost fifty cents a week, but what had come back had been short replies, not even enough to cover one side of a very small piece of paper, admonishing her that she was to be grateful for what the Wolves were doing for her, that she was to do everything exactly as the She-Wolf told her to do it, and not complain. All these "letters" sounded strangely alike, and none of them sounded like Mama. At least not to Annie.


As for the promise of school, it had been a lie from beginning to end. The school was so far away it took most of the morning to walk there, and most of the afternoon to walk back, and that was in good weather. And of course He-Wolf was not in the least interested in driving her over in the cart. Now that it was winter, it was impossible, so she hadn't been more than a handful of days in the autumn before the Wolves started piling work on her. It had begun to dawn on her that the Wolves lied a lot. Were they lying about those letters being from her mother? Had they written those replies themselves?


Had they even sent on the letters she had written?


The chores she got set were often more difficult than they needed to be, and wouldn't have been nearly so bad if the She-Wolf had just lent a hand. It wasn't just that she was only ten, it was that she was small for her age-probably because for most of her life she'd never really gotten enough food. Things in the Moses household had gone plummeting downhill with the death of her father, and had never really recovered. Back home, food was scant, a lot of it came from the children foraging and Annie hunting, and her mother was out working as often as she could get jobs. Wood was free for the chopping, thanks be to God, but everything else cost money the Moses family just didn't have.


But as hard as life had been back home, things were worse here. She got up at four o'clock in the morning, made breakfast, milked the cows, fed the calves and the pigs, pumped water for the cattle, fed the chickens, cleaned, rocked the baby to sleep, weeded the garden when it wasn't winter, picked wild berries in summer, made supper after digging the potatoes and vegetables or getting them from the root cellar in winter-and then was expected to go hunting and trapping if there was any daylight left. And if there wasn't, of course, she was expected to do other chores, like washing and mending clothing.


Finally the floor was cleaned to the She-Wolf's satisfaction. But there was no respite. A basket full of stockings was thrust into her arms with a grunt. "Put your lazy hands to work mending," the She-Wolf ordered. Well, at least she would be able to sit down while darning the stockings. She moved as near to the stove as she dared and began.


The She-Wolf settled back into her chair by the stove, and smiled; she seemed to take pleasure in making Annie's life as hard as possible, though Annie could not imagine why. Was it her size? How could she help being smaller than the She-Wolf had expected? It was her husband who had chosen Annie, after all. If she didn't like Annie's size, she should blame him. It wasn't Annie's fault. And it wasn't as if there was anything she could do about her height, or lack of it. So why blame her for not being a strapping, muscular woman, when they knew when they talked to the Infirmary that they were only getting a ten-year-old girl, and when the Wolf himself had interviewed her?


But they'd have to pay a big woman more than fifty cents a week, I bet. And that's why they came looking for a girl. But they could've sent me back and asked for another. . . . But maybe they'd known there wasn't anyone but her to be had. Most of the inmates of the Darke County Infirmary were either old people too feeble to tend to themselves, with no kin to tend them, or children younger than she was, either orphans or from families too poor to support them all.


Finally warm, and finally sitting down for the first time since dawn, she found her eyes drifting shut. Several times she caught herself just as she was nodding off, but eventually sleep ambushed her and her eyes drifted shut, the stocking, darning egg, and yarn-threaded needle falling from her hands into the basket in her lap-


For less than a minute.


And then She-Wolf was on her, digging the claws of one hand into Annie's shoulder while she slapped at Annie's face with the other, shrieking like a steamboat whistle the whole time. She-Wolf had beaten her before, but this was different. This was incoherent rage, and as the blows rained down on her, only the pain kept her on her feet. She found herself stumbling toward the front door, and only terror at what She-Wolf might do if she stopped kept her moving. This wasn't a mere slapping, such as the woman did when she was displeased, nor a whipping with the willow-switch. This was a beating, and the pain and fear were unbearable.


Step by step, Annie sobbed and apologized and begged forgiveness, all to no avail, as She-Wolf drove her across the room. She-Wolf kept on screaming incoherently, pulling Annie's hair until hanks tore loose, slapping Annie's face so hard her eyes began to swell and her face felt on fire. Behind her the baby howled with what sounded more like startled anger than pain.


She-Wolf snatched the switch from her belt and beat Annie with it until it broke, then retreated only long enough to seize the broomstick to use it on Annie instead. By this point, Annie was past thinking; like a whipped dog, all she had in her head was to try to escape the pain. Then, as they both reached the door, She-Wolf snatched it open and drove Annie out into the dark and snow outside, slamming it behind her as she stumbled and fell to her knees into a small drift beside the door.


Then there was nothing but silence and darkness, except for a single square of yellow light falling on the snow from the window beside the door, which was covered in greased parchment instead of glass, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.


She tried to get up; crawled to the door and pulled herself to her feet to pound on it feebly. "Let me in!" she sobbed. "Please! It were an accident! Let me in!"


More silence was her answer, and she fell against the door, and slid down it until she huddled against the rough wood, openly sobbing, as she had not cried in months. Her hands were so swollen she could scarcely bend her fingers, but the cold gave a very brief respite from the pain-


But not for long. Within a minute or two, she curled in on herself, shivering uncontrollably, as the cold easily penetrated her thin clothing. Her tears froze on her cheeks and her teeth chattered so badly she had to clench her jaw to keep from biting her tongue.


She could not help herself; all she could think about was that this was how her father had died when she was small. Alone, in the cold and the dark-


He had been on his way home with the wagon full of bags of flour made from the grain he'd taken to the mill, when a blizzard had blown up out of nowhere. She remembered it like it was yesterday: how the horse had managed to find its way through the blinding snow sometime after midnight, with her father perched up on the wagon seat with the reins around his neck to keep from dropping them, so still and snow-covered her mother had thought he was already frozen to death. She'd helped her mother get him down and into the house, while her older siblings tended to the poor exhausted horse and got the supplies inside.

--This text refers to the mass_market edition.


Praise for the Elemental Masters series

“Lackey’s fantastical world of Elementals, plus her delightful Nan and Sarah, create an amusing contrast for Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes and John Watson…. The 
mix of humor, history, fantasy, and mystery is balanced in a way that any reader could pick up the book and thoroughly enjoy it from beginning to end.” —RT Reviews

“The Paris of Degas, turn-of-the-century Blackpool, and the desperation of young girls without family or other protection come to life in a 
story that should interest a broad readership.” —Booklist

“All in 
fine fairy-tale tradition.... It’s grim fun, with some nice historical detail, and just a hint of romance to help lighten things.” —Locus

“The action and dialogue flow freely, mingling with beautiful descriptions of European countryside and just a hint of romance.... A 
well-developed heroine and engaging story.” —Publishers Weekly

“The fifth in the series involving the mysterious Elemental Masters, this story of a resourceful young dancer also delivers a new version of a classic fairy tale. 
Richly detailed historic backgrounds add flavor and richness to an already strong series that belongs in most fantasy collections. Highly recommended.” —Library Journal

“The Elementals novels are 
beautiful, romantic adult fairy tales. Master magician Mercedes Lackey writes a charming fantasy.” —Worlds of Wonder

“Ms. Lackey is 
a master in fantasy, and this visit to an alternate historical England is no exception. Vivid characterization and believable surroundings are flawlessly joined in a well-detailed world.” —Darque Reviews

"I find Ms. Lackey's Elemental Masters series 
a true frolic into fantasy." —Fantasy Book Spot --This text refers to the mass_market edition.

Product details

  • ASIN ‏ : ‎ B091GC85KJ
  • Publisher ‏ : ‎ DAW (January 11, 2022)
  • Publication date ‏ : ‎ January 11, 2022
  • Language ‏ : ‎ English
  • File size ‏ : ‎ 3203 KB
  • Text-to-Speech ‏ : ‎ Enabled
  • Screen Reader ‏ : ‎ Supported
  • Enhanced typesetting ‏ : ‎ Enabled
  • X-Ray ‏ : ‎ Enabled
  • Word Wise ‏ : ‎ Enabled
  • Sticky notes ‏ : ‎ On Kindle Scribe
  • Print length ‏ : ‎ 284 pages
  • Page numbers source ISBN ‏ : ‎ B0B5NL12GS
  • Customer Reviews:
    4.4 4.4 out of 5 stars 1,136 ratings

About the author

Follow authors to get new release updates, plus improved recommendations.
Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

Mercedes Lackey is the acclaimed author of over 145 novels and many works of short fiction. In her "spare" time she is also a skilled needleworker, jewelry maker, and collector and costumer of asian ball-jointed dolls. Many of her works go to charity auctions for good causes. She has also been known to play City of Heroes MMORPG and D and D with a close group of friends. Mercedes lives in Oklahoma with her husband and frequent collaborator, artist Larry Dixon, and their flock of parrots. Over half of their parrots are rescues. Her website is

Photo by Mercedes Lackey (her own work)

Customer reviews

4.4 out of 5 stars
4.4 out of 5
1,136 global ratings

Top reviews from the United States

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on January 9, 2023
One person found this helpful
Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on March 30, 2023
Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on January 29, 2023
Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on January 12, 2022
5 people found this helpful
Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on October 23, 2022
One person found this helpful
Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on October 10, 2022
Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on January 12, 2022
19 people found this helpful

Top reviews from other countries

Peter Why
2.0 out of 5 stars Little story to it
Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on April 21, 2022
L Woodier
3.0 out of 5 stars Another readable and enjoyable tale
Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on March 4, 2022
One person found this helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Love this Author!
Reviewed in Australia 🇦🇺 on January 28, 2022
5.0 out of 5 stars intriguing addition to Elemental Masters
Reviewed in Canada 🇨🇦 on January 13, 2022
Diane Jacques
5.0 out of 5 stars History with magic
Reviewed in Canada 🇨🇦 on February 28, 2022
Report an issue

Does this item contain inappropriate content?
Do you believe that this item violates a copyright?
Does this item contain quality or formatting issues?