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Divine by Blood (Devine Series)

Divine by Blood (Devine Series)

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by P. C. Cast

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Conceived in a lie and trapped in a tree throughout her gestation, Morrigan's birth was truly magical. After that start, she spent the next eighteen years raised as a normal girl in Oklahoma.

Upon discovering the truth of her heritage, her rage and grief take on a power of their own, carrying her back to the world of Partholon. Yet, instead of being respected as


Conceived in a lie and trapped in a tree throughout her gestation, Morrigan's birth was truly magical. After that start, she spent the next eighteen years raised as a normal girl in Oklahoma.

Upon discovering the truth of her heritage, her rage and grief take on a power of their own, carrying her back to the world of Partholon. Yet, instead of being respected as the daughter of the Goddess Incarnate, Morrigan feels like a shunned outsider.

In her desperation to belong to Partholon, she confronts forces she can't fully understand or control. And soon a strange darkness draws closer….

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Publishers Weekly

Morrigan Christine Parker finds that turning 18 carries a heavy weight when you're the only daughter of Rhiannon MacCallan, disgraced high priestess to the goddess Epona, in Cast's down-home follow-up to 2006's Divine by Choice. After Rhiannon betrayed Epona, the goddess bestowed her favor on Rhiannon's look-alike, Shannon Parker. Rhiannon promised her allegiance to the evil god Pryderi, but recanted after Morrigan's birth, giving the child over to Epona's protection and the care of Shannon's parents. Now Morrigan comes of age and learns more about her heritage from her adoptive grandparents and the wind-borne whispers of Pryderi and Epona. While visiting the Alabaster Caverns State Park and exploring her power over rocks and crystals, Morrigan is unexpectedly transported to the mystical realm of Partholon, where she must find Shannon and fulfill her destiny. New readers might be turned off by the frequent switcheroos and stilted dialogue, but Cast's fans will be glad to see all the previous books finally tied together. (Sept.)

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Divine By Blood

By P.C. Cast


Copyright © 2007 P.C. Cast
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ISBN: 9780373802913


"A storm comes." John Peace Eagle squinted into the southwest sky.

His grandson barely glanced up from his portable Playstation. "Grandpa, if you'd get cable out here you wouldn't have to do all that sky watching. You could check out the Weather Channel instead, or watch it on the news like everyone else."

"This storm could not be predicted by mundane means." The old Choctaw Wisdom Keeper spoke without turning from his study of the sky. "Go now. Take the truck and return to your mother's house."

This did make the teenager look. "Really? I can take your truck?"

Peace Eagle nodded. "I'll get a ride into town sometime this week and pick it up."

"Cool!" The boy grabbed his backpack and gave his grandpa a quick hug. "See ya, Grandpa."

It was only after Peace Eagle heard the engine roar and then fade as the boy drove down the dirt road that led to the two-lane highway to town that he began to prepare.

Rhythmically the Wisdom Keeper beat the drum. It did not take long. Soon shapes began stirring between the trees. They entered the clearing beside the cabin as if they had been carried there by the growing violence of the wind. In the fading daylight they looked like ancient ghosts. John Peace Eagle knew better. He knew the difference between spirit andflesh. When all six of them had joined him he spoke.

"It is good you have answered my call. The storm that comes tonight is not only of this world."

"Has the Chosen of the Goddess returned?" one of the Elders asked.

"No. This is a dark storm. An evil one stirs."

"What is it you would have us do?"

"We must go to the sacred grove and contain what is struggling to be free," Peace Eagle said.

"But we defeated evil there not long ago," said the youngest of the tribal Elders.

Peace Eagle's smile was grim. "Evil can never be truly defeated. As long as the gods give world dwellers freedom of choice, there will be those who choose evil."

"The Great Balance," the youngest Elder said thoughtfully. Peace Eagle nodded. "The Great Balance. Without light there would not be dark. Without evil, good would have no balance."

The Elders grunted wordless agreement. "Now let us work on the side of good." * * *

Rhiannon welcomed the pain. It meant that it was time for her to live again. Time for her to return to Partholon and take back what was hers by right. She used the pain to focus. She thought of it as purification. Ascending to Epona's service had not been a painless ritual. She expected no less from what Pryderi must have planned for her.

detached from for so long, it was a shock to suddenly be aware of muscles and nerves and the cascade of cramping pain that radiated like drowning waves from her core.

Rhiannon tried not to dwell on thoughts of how this birth should have been. She should have been surrounded by her handmaidens and servants. She should have been bathed and cosseted and pampered—given ancient herbal infusions that would dull her pain and fear. Her women would never have left her alone to face the birth by herself. And her daughter's entry into Partholon would have been met by joyous celebrations, as well as a sign from Epona that the Goddess was pleased by the birth of her Chosen's daughter.

No, she couldn't dwell on those thoughts, even though she secretly hoped that when this child was finally born Epona would return to her and show her some sign—any sign, even though she wasn't in Partholon and this child wasn't her first. Somewhere in the blackness between the seemingly endless surges of pain Rhiannon had time to think about that other child. The infant she had aborted. Did she regret what she had done? What good did regret ever do? It had been a choice she had made in her youth. A choice she could not undo.

She must focus on the daughter she was giving birth to now, not mistakes in her past.

When the next spasm of contractions seized her she opened her mouth to scream, even though she knew that entombed as she was, her pain and aloneness would be given no voice.

You are wrong, Precious One. You are not alone. Behold the power of your new god!

With a deafening crack, her living tomb was suddenly split open, and in a rush of fluid, Rhiannon was expelled from the womb of the ancient tree. She lay gasping and shivering on the carpet of grass. Wrenching coughs shook her. She blinked her eyes wildly, trying to clear her blurry vision. Her first thought was of the man whose sacrifice had entombed her. With a shudder, she looked over her shoulder She braced herself for the horror of it, but all she saw was a faint sapphire glow that faded slowly, like it was being absorbed into the bowels of the wounded tree.

Yes, her memory was intact, as was her mind. She knew where she was—the sacred grove, in the modern state of Oklahoma. And, as expected, she had been expelled from her prison inside one of the twin oaks. The other stood, unchanged, beside the shallow stream that ran between the trees. It was twilight. The wind whined fretfully around her. The bruised sky rumbled dangerously with thunder, and was answered by shards of lightning.

Lightning…that must have been what freed her.

I am what freed you.

The voice was no longer in her head, but it still had a disembodied, otherworldly tone. It was coming from under the twin tree to her oak, where the shadows were the deepest.

"Pryderi?" Rhiannon's voice sounded too raspy and weak to be her own.

Of course, Precious One, whom did you expect? The Goddess who betrayed you? His laughter brushed against her skin, and Rhiannon wondered how anything that sounded so beautiful could also feel so cruel.

"I—I cannot see you," she gasped as another contraction engulfed her.

The god waited until the pain receded again, and then the shadows under the tree stirred. A form moved slightly, so that it could be more easily seen in the fading daylight. Rhiannon fully materialized in this world and had the transparent look of a spirit, letting her see through it to the shadows beyond, the sight of him made her forget that she was swollen with impending birth. Tall and strongly built, he was imposing even in spirit form. His mane of dark hair framed a face that should have inspired poets and artists, and not the terrible stories whispered about him in Partholon. His eyes smiled at her and his face was suffused with love and warmth.

I greet you, my priestess, my Precious One. Can you see me now?

"Yes," she whispered in awe. "Yes, I see you, but only as a spirit." Rhiannon felt dizzied by such an obvious show of the god's favor. He was absolutely magnificent—everything a god should be. And suddenly she could not believe she had wasted all her life worshipping Epona, when she should have been kneeling in supplication at this wondrous god's feet.

It is difficult for me to hold corporeal form. In order for me to truly exist in the flesh, I must be worshipped. There must be sacrifices made in my name. I must be loved and obeyed. That is what you and your daughter will do for me—you will lead the people to find me again, and then I will return you to your rightful place in Partholon.

"I understand," she said, ashamed that her voice was so weak between her panting breaths. "I will—"

But before she could finish her words, two things happened simultaneously, both effectively silencing her. The night was suddenly filled with the sonorous sound of drumbeats. Rhythmically, like a heart pulsing blood through a the same moment Rhiannon was gripped by the overwhelming need to push.

Her back bowed and her legs automatically came up. She gripped the gnarled roots, trying to find something, any searched the shadows where Pryderi had materialized. Faintly, she could see his spectral form.

"Help me," she moaned.

The beating drums were getting louder. Within the resonant sound, she could now hear chanting, though she could not make out the words. Pryderi's form flickered and, with a horror that mirrored the pain that threatened to tear form. His sensuous mouth was seared shut. His nose became a grotesque hole. His eyes were no longer smiling and kind. They glowed with an inhuman yellow light. Then, before she could take another sobbing breath, the apparition changed again. The eyes became dark, empty caverns and the mouth ripped open to show bloody fangs and a slavering maw.

Rhiannon screamed in fear and rage and pain.

The drumbeat and chanting got louder and closer. Pryderi's image shifted and he was, once more, the inhumanly beautiful god, only this time he was barely visible.

I cannot always be beautiful, even for you, Precious One. "Are you leaving me?" she cried as the terrible pushing urge abated for a moment. Though his changing visage terrified her, she was even more afraid to face birth alone.

Those who approach are forcing me to leave. I cannot battle them tonight. I do not have the strength in this world. Then his Rhiannon MacCallan, I have sought you for decades. I have watched your unhappiness multiply as you were shackled to Epona. You must make your choice now, Rhiannon! You have seen all of my forms. Will you renounce the Goddess and give yourself to me as my priestess, my Chosen and Incarnate?

Rhiannon felt light-headed with pain and fear. Her eyes flicked wildly around the grove, searching for some sign of Epona, but she saw nothing of her divine light. She had been abandoned to the darkness—a darkness that had been pursuing her for years. What choice did she have? She could not imagine existing were she not the Chosen of a deity. How would she live if she did not have the power such status afforded her? But even as she made her decision, Rhiannon could not bring herself to openly renounce Epona. She would accept Pryderi. That would have to be enough for the god.

"Yes. I will still give myself to you," she said faintly.

And your daughter? Do you pledge your daughter to me as well?

Rhiannon rejected the warning that whispered through her soul.

"I give—"

Her words were broken off by the high-pitched battle cry of seven tribal Elders as the men entered the grove, tightening a circle around the two oaks. With a roar that made Rhiannon's heart tremble, Pryderi's spirit dissolved into the shadows.

that she must push. Then strong hands were supporting her. She gasped and opened her eyes. The man was ancient. His face was deeply furrowed and his long hair was white. There was an eagle feather tied within its length. His eyes…Rhiannon focused on the kindness in his brown eyes.

"Help me," she whispered.

"We are here. The darkness is gone. It is safe for your child to enter the world now."

Rhiannon gripped the stranger's hands. She pushed with of the ancient drums her daughter slid from her womb.

And as she was born, it was Epona and not Pryderi to whom Rhiannon cried.


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Meet the Author

P.C. Cast was born in the Midwest, and grew up between Illinois and Oklahoma, which is where she fell in love with Quarter Horses and mythology (at about the same time). After high school she joined the United States Air Force. After her tour in the USAF, she taught high school before writing full time. Ms. Cast is a New York Times Best-Selling author and a member of the Oklahoma Writers Hall of Fame. Ms. Cast lives in Oklahoma with her fabulous daughter, her spoil

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Divine by Blood (Devine Series) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 168 reviews.
cindylb More than 1 year ago
Good book
Starluv9227 More than 1 year ago
In the beginning you find out that at the same time Shannon was having baby, Rhiannon was too. Rhiannon gave up her dark ways and sacrificed herself to save her daughter. Her daughter is sent to live with Richard Parker (Shannon's Dad). Divine by Blood is mostly about her story. I have to admit that at first I was a little disappointed. I didn't get to see as much of Shannon as I would have liked. However, I did love the parts we did get, and her interaction with her daughter. It's really sad for me to say good bye to her. She has become one of my favorite fiction characters. Once I got settled in to the story, Morrigan is a character I did enjoy. She was raised in Oklahoma, and always knew she was different. Of course, every teenager feels that way at some point. But in her case it is real. There was a lot of magic in this one. Morrigan's magic was great to read about. One of them was the ability to hear whispers in the wind, and not all of the whispers were good. The evil wanted to take her as their own. Kegan was a great character. I really enjoyed reading about him. Cast does a great job at creating couples you know are destined to be together, and you crave seeing them together. But my favorite character was Richard Parker. He was such a great guy. Cast said that he was written after her Dad. You can see how much of her heart she poured into his character, and it was impossible not to love him. The story moves at a steady pace. I was entertained throughout. Though the ending was my favorite part. It was beautiful. Cast nicely wrapped everything up and left me satisfied. Throughout this trilogy, I have laughed, cried, shouted and felt every emotion imaginable. Cast has given me a beautiful world that I will be escaping to again. Now that I have finished this trilogy, I am excited to move on to Elphame's Choice and Brighid's Quest. Both books take place in Partholon, but have new, younger characters. Divine by Blood was another win for me. I hope Cast continues to write, because I thoroughly enjoy her work. If you are an adult reader who is a fan of fantasy, you need to read this trilogy!
Jasmyn9 3 months ago
We're jumping forward to the next generation of Partholon. With both Rhiannon and Shannon having daughters, the stage is set for the next generation to take center stage. But it all happens in a bit of an upexpected way. Again, the parallels between the two worlds are quite striking and seem to be aligning for some big new event to take place. This big event is the birth of two girls - and sets off a struggle for both to find themselves. Even though they are worlds apart, their lives seem to mirror each other's in many ways. But there are some unexpected twists. The bad guys show regret and repentance, and the good guys doubt. The daughters both struggle to find where they might belong in their world, and then those worlds collide once again, then the struggle must begin all over again. Pryderi, the dark god, is making a big grab for power. It's quite sneaky and I think I enjoy his inventive and manipulative techniques. They fit his shadow god personna quite well, and really add that perfect dark and hidden element to the story and the characters' lives. We are also introduced to a new realm within Partholon that I found fascinating. We meet new divine characters and explore new cultures. This was my favorite part. I hope it carries on through future books in the series.
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Good read, however i wanted more with Shannon & Clanfintan! I found their storyline sooo much more enjoyable than the daughter's!
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I really wish she would write more on this series its so not finished
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Meoughkat3 More than 1 year ago
I have to say that I liked the book overall. It was interesting and kept my attention. At first I was disappointed that this book was not completely about Shannon, but I got used to the idea. The reason I did not give this book 5 stars is because I was disappointed in the ending. Cast gives you a lot of detail going along and building up the the climax; however, I felt that she did not give the same time and consider to the ending. It felt really rushed and comes on all of a sudden. I felt that this book could have used another 100 pages. That's right, not 10, not 20, but ONE HUNDRED more pages. That's how much she rushed the ending. Also, I know that this is the ending for that particular line of the series, but I feel that we could use another book about Morrigan. There were too many questions left unanswered for me about what the future holds for her.
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Was not sure I was going to like this 3rd book in the Devine series but I've got to admit once I got reading my curiousity was peaked. Morrigan was a teenager who never felt she belonged or fit in. Wow what teenager wouldn't understand how that feels. It can get a little confusing to go back and forth in the story between Oklahoma and Partholan. I found myself rooting for Morrigan to finally find her destiny and the ending was the best surprise.
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