The Darkest Whisper (Lords of the Underworld Series #4)

The Darkest Whisper (Lords of the Underworld Series #4)

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by Gena Showalter

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Bound by the demon of Doubt, Sabin unintentionally destroys even the most confident of lovers. So the immortal warrior spends his time on the battlefield instead of the bedroom, victory his only concern…until he meets Gwendolyn the Timid. One taste of the beautiful redhead, and he craves more.

Gwen, an immortal herself, always thought she'd fall for a kind

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Bound by the demon of Doubt, Sabin unintentionally destroys even the most confident of lovers. So the immortal warrior spends his time on the battlefield instead of the bedroom, victory his only concern…until he meets Gwendolyn the Timid. One taste of the beautiful redhead, and he craves more.

Gwen, an immortal herself, always thought she'd fall for a kind human who wouldn't rouse her darker side. But when Sabin frees her from prison, battling their enemies for the claim to Pandora's box turns out to be nothing compared to the battle Sabin and Gwen will wage against love….

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Gale Group
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Lords of the Underworld Series, #4
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Large Print
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5.60(w) x 8.60(h) x 1.20(d)

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Sabin, keeper of the demon of Doubt, stood in the catacombs of an ancient pyramid, panting, sweating, his hands soaked in his enemy's blood, his body cut and bruised as he surveyed the carnage around him. Carnage he'd helped create.

Torches flickered orange and gold, twining with shadows along the stone walls. Walls that were now spattered with vivid red, dripping… pooling. The sandy floor was thick like paste, wet and colored black. Half an hour ago it had been honey brown, grains sparkling and scattering as they'd marched. Now bodies littered every square inch of the small corridor, the scent of fatality already rising from them.

Nine of his enemy had survived the attack. They'd already been stripped of their weapons, hustled into a corner and bound with rope. Most trembled in fear. A few had their shoulders squared, their noses in the air, hatred in their eyes, refusing to back down even in defeat. Damned admirable.

Too bad that bravery had to be quashed.

Brave men didn't spill their secrets, and Sabin wanted their secrets.

He was a warrior who did what needed to be done, when it needed to be done, no matter what was required of him. Killing, torturing, seducing. He didn't hesitate to ask his men to do the same, either. With Hunters— mortals who'd decided he and his fellow Lords of the Underworld made good whipping boys for the world's evil—victory was the only thing that mattered. For only by winning the war could his friends finally know peace. Peace they deserved. Peace he craved for them.

Shallow, erratic rasps of breath filled Sabin's ears. His, his friends', his enemies'. They'd fought with every ounce of strength they possessed, each of them. It had been a battle of good versus evil, and evil had won. Or rather, what these Hunters considered evil. He and his brothers-by-circumstance thought otherwise.

Yeah, long ago they'd opened Pandora's box, unleashing the demons from inside. But they had been punished eternally, each warrior cursed by the gods to host one of those vile fiends inside himself. Yeah, they'd once been slaves to their new, demonic halves, destructive and violent, killers without a conscience. But they had control now, human in all the ways that mattered. For the most part.

Sometimes the demons did fight… did win… did destroy.

Still. We deserve to live, he thought. Like everyone else, they suffered if their friends were hurt, read books, watched movies, gave to charity. Fell in love. Hunters, though, would never see it that way. They were convinced the world would be a better place without the Lords. A utopia, serene and perfect. They believed every sin ever committed could be laid at a demon's feet. Maybe because they were dumb as shit. Maybe because they hated their lives and were simply looking for someone to blame. Either way, killing them had become the most important mission of Sabin's life. His utopia was a life without them.

Which was why he and the others had relinquished the comforts of their Budapest home to spend the past three weeks searching every godsforsaken pyramid in Egypt for ancient artifacts that would lead to the recovery of Pandora's box—the very thing Hunters planned to use to destroy them. Finally, he and his friends had hit the jackpot.

"Amun," he said, spotting the soldier in a far, dark corner. As usual, man blended perfectly with shadow. Sabin motioned toward the captives with a grim shake of his head. "You know what to do."

Amun, keeper of Secrets, nodded forbiddingly before striding forward. Silent, always silent, as if afraid the terrible secrets he'd gleaned over the centuries would spill from him if he dared utter a single word.

Seeing the hulking warrior who'd ripped through their brethren like a knife through silk, the remaining Hunters took a collective step backward. Even the brave ones. Wise of them.

Amun was tall, leanly muscled, with a stride that was somehow both purposeful and graceful. Purpose without grace would have made him seem normal, like any other soldier. The combination allowed him to exude the kind of quiet savagery usually found in predators used to bringing their prey home between their jaws.

He reached the Hunters and stopped. Scanned the thinned crowd. Then shoved forward and grabbed the one in the center by the throat, lifting him so that they were eye to eye. The human's legs flailed, his hands clutching Amun's wrists as his skin blanched.

"Let him go, you filthy demon," one of the Hunters shouted, jerking on his comrade's waist. "You've killed countless innocents, ruined so many lives already!"

Amun was unmoved. They all were.

"He's a good man," another cried. "He doesn't deserve to die. Especially at the hands of such evil!"

Gideon, the blue-haired, kohl-eyed keeper of Lies, was at Amun's side in the next instant, batting the protestors away. "Touch him again, and I'll kiss the hell out of you." He withdrew a pair of serrated knives, still bloody from his most recent clashes.

Kiss equaled beat in Gideon's upside-down world. Or was it kill? Sabin had lost track of Lies's code.

A moment passed in confused silence, the Hunters trying to figure out what exactly Gideon meant. Before they could decide, Amun's hostage stilled, wilting completely, and Amun dropped him to the ground in a motionless heap.

Amun remained in place for a long while. No one touched him. Not even the Hunters. They were too preoccupied with reviving their fallen cohort. They didn't know that it was too late, that his brain had been wiped, Amun the new owner of all his deepest secrets. Perhaps even his memories. The warrior had never told Sabin how it worked, and Sabin had never asked.

Slowly Amun turned, his body stiff. His black gaze met Sabin's for a bleak, tormented moment in which he couldn't mask the pain of having a new voice inside his head. Then he blinked, hiding his pain as he had a thousand times before, and strode to the far wall while Sabin watched, resolute. I will not feel guilty. This has to be done.

The wall looked the same as any other, jagged stones piled on top of each other and rising at a slant, yet Amun placed one hand on the seventh stone down, fingers splayed, then his other hand on the fifth up, fingers closed. Moving in sync, he twisted one wrist to the left, one to the right.

The stones pivoted with him.

Sabin observed the proceedings with awe. Never ceased to amaze him, what Amun could learn in a few heartbeats of time.

Once the stones settled into their new positions, a crack formed in the center of each, branching up, down, aligning with a streak of space Sabin hadn't noticed before. A section of the wall pulled back… back, and finally began to inch to the side. There would be a gaping doorway when it finished, wide enough for an army of hulking beasts like himself.

As it continued to widen, cool air blustered through the catacombs, causing the torches to sputter and crackle. Hurry, he projected to the stones. Had anything ever moved with such agonizing slowness?

"Any Hunters waiting on the other side?" he asked, sliding his Sig Sauer from his waist and checking the clip. Three bullets left. He dug a few more from his pocket and reloaded. The custom silencer remained in place.

Amun nodded and held up seven fingers before standing guard at that ever-widening chasm.

Seven Hunters against ten Lords. He didn't count Amun because the man would soon be too distracted by the new voice in his head to fight. But gods knew Amun would still (silently) demand to be included in the action. Still. Poor Hunters. They didn't have a chance. "They know we're here?"

A shake of that dark head.

No cameras watching their every move, then. Excellent.

"Seven Hunters is child's play," Lucien, keeper of Death, confirmed as he slumped against the far wall. He was pale, his mismatched eyes bright with… fever? "Go on without me. I'm fading. I'll soon have souls to escort, anyway. And then I'll have to flash our prisoners to the dungeon in Buda."

Thanks to the demon of Death, Lucien could move from one location to another with only a thought and was often forced to usher the dead into the hereafter. That didn't mean he himself was immune to destruction. Sabin frowned over at him. Studied him. The scars on his face were more pronounced, his nose out of joint. There was a bullet wound in his shoulder, one in his stomach, and from the looks of the crimson stain spreading from his lower back, his kidney.

"You okay, man?"

Lucien smiled wryly. "I'll live. Tomorrow, though, I'll probably wish I hadn't. A few organs are shredded."

Ouch. Been there, had to recover from that. "At least you don't have to regenerate a limb."

From the corner of his eye, he saw Amun flash hand signs.

"Not only are there no cameras installed, but they're in a chamber with soundproof walls," Sabin interpreted. "This was an ancient prison and the masters did not want anyone to hear their slaves screaming. The Hunters are completely oblivious to our presence, which should make it easy to ambush them."

"You don't need me for a simple ambush. I'll stay behind with Lucien," Reyes said, sliding to his ass and propping his back on a stone to hold himself up. Reyes had been paired with the demon of Pain. Physical agony brought him pleasure and being injured actually strengthened him. While fighting. When the fight ended, however, he weakened like anyone else. Right now, he was more battered than the rest of them, with a cheek so swollen his line of vision had to be shit. "Besides, someone needs to guard the prisoners."

Seven against eight, then. Poor Hunters. Actually, Sabin suspected Reyes wanted to stay behind to guard Lucien's body from the enemy. Lucien could take it with him to the spirit world only when he was strong enough, which he probably wasn't now.

"Your women are going to give me hell," Sabin muttered. The two had recently fallen in love, and both Anya and Danika had asked only one thing of Sabin before the warriors left for Egypt: bring my man back safely.

When the boys arrived home in this damaged condition, Danika would shake her head at Sabin in disappointment as she rushed to soothe Reyes and Sabin would feel slimier than the mud on his boots. Anya would shoot him exactly as Lucien had been shot, then comfort Lucien, and Sabin would feel pain. Lots and lots of pain.

Sighing, Sabin eyed the rest of the warriors, trying to decide who was good to go and who needed to remain behind. Maddox—Violence—was the fiercest fighter he'd ever known. Right now the warrior was as blood-soaked as Sabin and panting for breath, but he'd already moved beside Amun, ready for action. His woman wasn't going to be any happier with Sabin than the others.

Slight shift, and the lovely Cameo came into view. She was the keeper of Misery, as well as the only female soldier among them. What she lacked in size she made up for in ferocity. Besides, all she had to do was start talking, all the sorrows of the world in her voice, and humans were likely to kill themselves without her ever having to lay a finger on them. Someone had sliced at her neck, leaving three deep grooves. It didn't seem to slow her down as she finished cleaning her machete and joined Amun and Maddox.

Another shift. Paris was the keeper of Promiscuity and once upon a time, he'd been the most jovial among them. Now he seemed harder, more restless with every day that passed, though Sabin couldn't fathom what had caused the change. Whatever the reason, he currently loomed in front of the Hunters, huffing and growling and so keyed for war he vibrated with brutal energy. And though there were two gushing holes in his right leg, Sabin didn't think the warrior would be asking to rest anytime soon.

Beside him was Aeron, Wrath. Only recently had the gods freed him from a curse of bloodlust where no one around him had been safe. He'd lived to hurt, to kill. At moments like these, he still did. Today he'd fought as though that lust still consumed him, hacking at and mauling anyone within his reach. That was good, except…

How much worse would that bloodlust be when the next fight ended? Sabin feared they would have to summon Legion, the tiny, blood-hungry demon who worshipped Aeron like a god and was the only one who could calm Aeron during his darker moods. Unfortunately, she was currently doing surveillance work for them in hell. Sabin liked to keep up-to-date on Underworld happenings. Knowledge was power and one never knew what one would be able to use.

Aeron suddenly slammed a fist into a Hunter's temple, sending the human to the floor in an unconscious heap.

Sabin blinked at him. "What was that for?"

"He was about to attack."

Doubtful, but just like that, Paris cut whatever invisible tether had been holding him in place and swooped through the rest of the huddle, methodically punching the Hunters until every single one of them was down.

"That should keep them calm as Amun for the time being," he rasped darkly.

Sighing, Sabin switched his attention yet again. There was Strider, Defeat. The man couldn't lose at anything without enduring debilitating pain, so he made sure to win. Always. Which was probably why he was digging a bullet out of his side in preparation for the battle to come. Good. Sabin could always count on him.

Kane, keeper of Disaster, walked in front of him, ducking as a shower of pebbles fell from the ceiling, plumes of dust spraying in every direction. Several warriors coughed.

"Uh, Kane," Sabin said. "Why don't you stay here, too? You can help Reyes watch the prisoners." A flimsy excuse and they all knew it.

There was a pause, the only sound to be heard the scrape of stone against sand as the doorway continued that slow glide. Then Kane gave a clipped nod. He hated being left out, that much Sabin knew, but his presence sometimes caused more problems than it solved. And as always, Sabin placed victory above his friends' feelings. It wasn't something he enjoyed doing, wasn't something he'd do in any other situation. But someone had to act with cold-blooded logic or else they'd always lose.

With Kane out, that made the coming battle seven against seven. Totally even. Poor Hunters. They still didn't stand a chance. "Anyone else want to stay behind?"

A chorus of "No" circled the chamber, eagerness dripping from the different timbres. An eagerness Sabin shared.

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ReadersGroupsLiaison More than 1 year ago
The wait is finally over for Gena Showalter's next enthralling tale, THE DARKEST WHISPER in her New York Times, Lords Of the Underworld series (HQN/Sept. 2009). In present day Egypt, Sabin, keeper of the demon Doubt, is leading his fellow immortal Greek warriors on a hunt through the pyramids to find four ancient artifacts that could help them recover Pandora's box. A box they tampered with centuries ago, unleashing dark, deadly demons upon an unsuspecting world. As punishment, the gods cursed each warrior to host a demon inside his body - demons like Defeat, Death, Disaster, Lies, Misery, Pain, Secrets, Violence, Wrath, and Promiscuity. Instead of the box or an artifact, however, the Lords discover a secret room run by Hunters, who have imprisoned immortal women. The evil Hunters are the Lords worst enemies, hoping to destroy the Lords, who they blame for all the world's troubles. While battling the Hunters, Sabin notices one beautiful redhead alone in a glass cell. When he frees her, however, she goes berserk, sprouting razor sharp nails and wings and ripping the throat out of the Hunter leader, who had kept her prisoner for over a year. After the incident, Gwendolyn is horrified with what she has done since once again she finds she has no control over her dark side. A dark side she's always feared. A dark side that makes the Lords of the Underworld look like marshmallows. Sabin, who is desperate to finally win the war, realizes Gwen will make the perfect Bait to trap the Hunters. So instead of allowing Gwen to return to her home in Alaska, he flies her back to his fortress in Budapest. Sabin is very attracted to Gwen, but his demon, who has caused many of his past lovers to commit suicide, is out for blood. Gwen is equally attracted to the commanding Sabin with the rib hugging violet butterfly tattoo but refuses to fall for him since he places victory before love. Will these two learn to trust each other, vanquish their demons and find long-lasting love? Gena Showalter knows how to deliver the goods in the steamy, complex, highly imaginative, THE DARKEST WHISPER. She is simply a PHENOM in the paranormal romance genre as she makes readers laugh, cry and cheer for her Lords Of The Underworld!
harstan More than 1 year ago
Like his comrades, Sabin hosts a demon he and the others released from Pandora's Box; his being Doubt. He knows unless a miracle occurs as has happened to some of his brothers in arms recently, he will remain eternally alone as he fears Doubt will destroy anyone he cherishes. He leads an expedition in Egypt for one of the ancient artifacts that could help him and his dark warrior teammates reconstruct Pandora's Box and contain the demons. They find their enemy the Hunters, who believe killing the Lords of the Underworld will destroy the demons, have captured immortal women locking them in hidden cells. One of the prisoners is incarcerated in a glass container. Over the fears and warnings of the Hunters, he frees Gwendolyn the Timid, who unlike the other harpies does not enjoy the kill though she rips out the throat of the Hunter who imprisoned her for the past year. She fears her dark side is free so she wants to return to Alaska to hide from mortals. Instead Sabin takes her to Budapest with him. He wants her and she wants him, but Doubt wants her blood to flow. The latest Lords of the Underworlds saga (see THE DARKEST PLEASURE, THE DARKEST KISS and THE DARKEST NIGHT) is once again an extremely dark exciting tale in which Gena Showalter's mythos laden earth seems genuine. The hero is a fascinating brooding protagonist who for the first time since his fall has a sliver of hope although his demon leaves him with doubts while the harpy is ready to kill the demon inside her beloved if it gets in the way of love. Though a stand alone as are the other entries starring different "Lords", romantic fantasy fans who appreciate a modernization of ancient myths should read the previous three novels; not only are they excellent, they provide depths to this strong gory read. Harriet Klausner
BekahSC More than 1 year ago
Oh my gosh, finally. I've been waiting for the next installment in the Lords of the Underworld series for too too long. I've heard this is Sabin's story. Hopefully Paris and Torin are up next???
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PureJonel More than 1 year ago
I found this novel a bit slower to start than the rest of the series.  Once I got into it though, I couldn’t put it down.  It was the best yet.  Showalter picks up with her usual polished style that lets her fast paced, emotional, yet still hot & adventuresome story shine through.  The suspense, both in battle and in the relationship growing between the main characters, tied me to the pages.  Not only that, but the world was developed in such a full & in depth manner that I could easily picture myself in it. Sabin and Gwen may be one of my all-time favourite couples.  They are the perfect complement to and counterpoint for each other.  Gwen was definitely a unique addition to the cast of characters in this series.  She’s so different from everyone else, yet completely loveable.  Showalter humanized Sabin throughout this novel as well.  We get to know him quite well, and I definitely love the side of him we see in this novel.  I really liked how we’re starting to get to know some of the other Lords better now.  Each one has such a different view of the situation they find themselves in based on how it affects them.  I can’t wait to see how the Cameo-Torin relationship develops later in the series.  It’s got me quite intrigued.  She also gives readers a deeper peak into what it means to be one of the Lords.  And don’t get me started on the Harpies!  Such fantastically comical, yet fear inducing supporting characters.   Will I be reading more from this series in the future?  You betcha!  Would I recommend it to others?  Without hesitation.  Showalter has crafted a world that is a joy to get to know.
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A-Greene More than 1 year ago
3.5 Stars This is the fourth book within the Lords of the Underworld series. The Darkest Whisper focuses on Sabin, the keeper of Doubt. For the past couple hundred years, he has been leading a separate group of the lords of the Underworld and he will do anything to save his brothers from the human hunters that want to destroy the lords. He was the typical alpha male, but he had his sensitive moments and I really liked his characters. Sabin located one of the hunter's strong holds and after launching an attack he finds a beautiful redheaded captive that, sadly, the hunters had been experimenting on/torturing. Gwen is timid and tries her best to hide her darker side. As a Harpy, her strength rivals even the lords of the underworld. I really enjoyed Gwen and I felt she was fantastic match for Sabin. I love it when an author shows a character coming into her own and developing his/ her personality. Unlike the previous books within the series, this one didn't have a lot of action and the couple seemed...removed from the rest of the story. As i was reading it felt as if the world building and the arc of the story was sort of thrown in and the romance...was support or back up...I'm not sure which. At one moment I felt as if i was reading two different books. The ending also wasn't solid, but then again, this is a series so perhaps there will be some closure later. I will definitely read more of this series!
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High recommend! Gena Showalter writes another winner!! I love this series and I just devour every book -- full of sassy heroines, humorous bad boy heroes, and steamy love scenes matched by a well-written story.
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One of my favorite books!!
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I can't get enough of Gena Showalter. Her books take you to another place. The characters are rich and have depth to them. You feel all the emotions from all of the characters. I have almost all of her books, and can never wait for when she has a new one coming out.
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JanJan63 More than 1 year ago
Very engaging, but be warned, the characters are demons who are the good guys and angels are the bad guys, so take that into consideration when Considering her books.
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Great read
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I love this series!
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I loved this book all three times I have read it, but I expected to from one of my favorite authors. Want a good read pick up any Gena Showalter book. They are intense, sexy, funny, and never disappoint.
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