Dream Warrior (Dream-Hunter Series #4) [NOOK Book]


The son of Warcraft and Hate, Cratus spent eternity battling for the ancient gods who birthed him. He was death to any who crossed him. Until the day he laid down his arms and walked into self-imposed exile. Now an ancient enemy has been unleashed and our dreams are his chosen battlefield. The only hope we have is the one god who swears he will never fight again.
As a Dream-Hunter, Delphine has spent eternity protecting mankind from the predators who prey on our unconscious ...

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Dream Warrior (Dream-Hunter Series #4)

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The son of Warcraft and Hate, Cratus spent eternity battling for the ancient gods who birthed him. He was death to any who crossed him. Until the day he laid down his arms and walked into self-imposed exile. Now an ancient enemy has been unleashed and our dreams are his chosen battlefield. The only hope we have is the one god who swears he will never fight again.
As a Dream-Hunter, Delphine has spent eternity protecting mankind from the predators who prey on our unconscious state. But now that her allies have been turned, she knows in order to survive, the Dream-Hunters need a new leader. Someone who can train them to fight their new enemies. Cratus is her only hope. But she is a bitter reminder of why he chose to lay down his arms.

Time is running out and if she can't win him to her cause, mankind will be slaughtered and the world we know will soon cease to exist.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429991179
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 4/1/2010
  • Series: Dream-Hunter Series, #4
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 37,752
  • File size: 342 KB

Meet the Author

Sherrilyn Kenyon

In the past two years, New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon has claimed the #1 spot twelve times, and since 2004, she has placed more than 50 novels on the New York Times list. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre she writes. With more than 23 million copies of her books in print in over 30 countries, her current series include: The Dark-Hunters, The League, Lords of Avalon, BAD Agency, Chronicles of Nick and Nevermore. A preeminent voice in paranormal fiction, Kenyon helped pioneer and define the current paranormal trend that has captivated the world. She lives with her husband, three sons, a menagerie of animals and a collection of swords.

New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon is a regular in the #1 spot. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre in which she writes. With more than 40 million copies of her books in print in more than one hundred countries, her current series include The Dark-Hunters, The League, and Chronicles of Nick. Her Chronicles of Nick and Dark-Hunter series are soon to be major motion pictures.
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New Orleans, 2009
6,000 years later . . .
(Give or take a few centuries . . .)

Delphine paused to get her bearings as she looked around the old buildings with iron-work balconies or elaborate wood trim, many of which had boards over their windows. What a strange city . . . but then she wasn’t used to being in the mortal realm except through human dreams. There the world of man looked entirely different.

This extremely loud and bright place baffled her. Not to mention the awful smell of something she thought might be manure of some kind . . .

She jumped as a loud, rude sound startled her while a car went speeding past.

Phobos grabbed her arm and yanked her to stand beside him on the uneven sidewalk. “Be careful. If a car hits you, it will hurt.”

“Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.”

He nodded before he glanced about the street where several cars were parked in front of a row of houses that were so close together, she wondered if they didn’t share a common wall.

“The garage should be that one over there.”

She looked to where he was pointing. Landry’s Garage, Detail and Repair. “Are you sure he’s there?”

Phobos gave her a droll stare. “His presence isn’t what’s in doubt, his reception of us is. We’ll be lucky if he doesn’t gut us both faster than Noir would.” He wiped his hand over his brow to remove some of the perspiration. But it was quickly replaced by more.

She’d never been in a hotter place in her life. Poor Phobos, wearing all black clothes, wasn’t exactly dressed for it, either. He looked as miserable in the heat as she felt. She’d always thought of him as one of the more attractive gods with his exceptionally dark hair and sharp features.

Tall and lithe, he moved fluidly and fast. Something that terrified his enemies and made him deadly in a fight. His job was to inspire dread, and at one time he and his twin brother, Deimos, had wreaked havoc on ancient battlefields. In more recent centuries, they’d become warriors for the Furies, punishing anyone who crossed the gods.

Until two days ago when everything had changed . . .

She shivered at the memory. Even though she should feel nothing, her stomach was still knotted over the horror she’d witnessed. They were still trying to piece their world back together after Noir’s vicious attack.

“How did we get chosen for this again?” she asked him.

“We weren’t there when Zeus banished him and therefore he shouldn’t hate us as much as he hates the other gods.” He snorted derisively. “Most importantly, we’re part of the handful who is neither imprisoned nor dead.”

That was comforting . . .

Not at all.

And it didn’t mean Cratus would listen to them, never mind actually help them. “You think we stand a chance?”

“Like an icicle on the equator. But Cratus pulls his powers from the same primal Source that birthed Noir. Without him on our team, we’re completely screwed.”

She still wasn’t sure about this. Zeus had sent them here to beg a favor from an ex-god who most likely would gut them as soon as they appeared. She’d never met Cratus, but his nasty reputation was legendary.

He had mercy on no one.

His brutality had only been matched by his single-minded determination. Even though Zeus had bound his god powers, the other gods continued to fear him. That alone said it all about his winning personality. Hephaestus himself had warned her that there was no reasoning with Cratus.

The man was angry and mean.

And that was before his punishment had driven him insane.

“Are you sure there’s no other way?”

Phobos’s features darkened. “Half your brethren are dead, and every time mine go out, they get their hides kicked back to the Stone Age. Believe me, belly-crawling to this asshole is the last thing I want to do.”

But it was a necessary evil.

“Zeus is the one who should be doing this,” she groused as she wiped the sweat from her own brow.

Phobos snorted. “You want to tell him that?”

Hardly. The father god tolerated no one to question him. She narrowed her eyes. “This was your bright idea, Phobos. You lead the way.”

“What are you? Scared?”

She gave him a nasty glare of her own. With her half-human blood, she did have more emotions than most of her Dream-Hunter brethren, but they were muted compared to mankind’s. “If I were capable of hate, I would probably hate you.”

He sucked his breath in sharply between his teeth. “You know, you get the best sex from a woman when she’s angry and hating.”

“Since I’ve never had sex with a woman, how would I know?” She shoved him gently on the shoulder to move him forward. “We’re on a mission, Dolophonos. Remember if we fail, your twin dies.”

“Believe me, I haven’t forgotten.” He crossed the street with purpose.

Delphine followed in spite of the bad feeling she couldn’t shake. This wasn’t going to turn out well. She knew it.

They entered the office of the garage to find a small girl who was doodling on a sheet of paper and a woman around the age of thirty sitting at a dinged, metal desk. The woman was pretty enough, with small brown eyes and dark hair. Her smile was bright when she saw them. “Can I help you?”

Phobos stepped past Delphine to approach the desk. “We’re looking for a guy named Cratus.”

She frowned. “I don’t know anyone by that name. Sorry. Maybe he’s at the garage down the street.”

Phobos scratched his head, obviously as baffled as Delphine was. “I know for a fact that he works here in this garage. Believe me, my sources are beyond reproach.”

The little girl wiped her nose and pushed a pair of glasses back with her knuckle. “Did they lose their friend, Mommy?”

“Do your homework, Mollie.” She turned her attention back to Phobos. “Look, I’m really sorry, but I’ve never heard the name Cratus before. I’ve worked here for five years and I assure you that none of our guys are named that. It’s not exactly a name you’d forget—you know?” The phone started ringing. She put her hand on it. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“No.” Phobos stepped over to the large window that looked out from the office into the garage area where men in gray and blue coveralls were working on various cars.

Delphine followed his lead and froze as she saw the man they sought.

Holy gods . . .

No one could miss him.

Little wonder he was the god of strength and the son of Warcraft . . . That power and formidableness bled from every pore of his body. Standing well over six feet tall, he rippled with well-defined muscles. As she watched him, he wiped grease from his hands with a dark blue cloth. His gray coverall suit had been unzipped, and the sleeves wrapped around his lean waist, leaving his torso covered by a black tank top that only made those muscles more apparent. Black tribal tattoos decorated both of his arms from the wrists to his shoulders.

But it was his face that made her gasp. She’d never seen a man more beautifully made, except for the jagged scar that ran down the right side of his face, hairline to earlobe. His right eye was covered with a black patch and from the depth of the scar, she wondered if he’d lost the eye completely to whatever injury had caused it.

Yet it in no way detracted from his handsomeness. If anything, it added to it and made his face all the more rugged. His jet-black hair was sweaty and curled slightly around a face that was chiseled from steel and dusted with dark whiskers.

Fierce power emanated from every inch of him. Strong and lethal, it said he should be on a battlefield, sword in hand, killing and maiming his enemies, not stuck in a garage, working on cars.

He was everything she’d heard and more.

May the gods help them . . .

If he didn’t kill the two of them, she’d be stunned.

Phobos glanced at Delphine over his shoulder. “He is definitely here.”

The secretary frowned as she hung up the phone and saw Cratus through the window. “You’re looking for Jericho?”

Phobos faced her. “You mean Cratus.”

She pointed at the man Delphine had been ogling. “That’s Jericho Davis. He’s only been here a couple of weeks. Is he in trouble with the law or something? If you’re here to serve process—”

“No. Nothing like that.” Phobos gave her an almost charming smile. “We’re old friends.”

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Well, if his name isn’t Jericho Davis, we need to know. Landry is a stickler about his people toeing the line. We don’t take in convicts or riffraff here. This is a respectable business, and we intend to keep it that way.”

Phobos held his hands up. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s not a felon. I just need to talk to him for a minute.”

The secretary snorted. “I thought you said you knew him.”

“I do.”

“Then how are you going to talk to a man who’s mute?”

Phobos snapped his attention to Delphine, who was as shocked as he was by that disclosure.

Surely Zeus wouldn’t have been that cruel . . .

What was she? Insane? Of course he would.

Sick at the thought, Delphine looked back to where “Jericho” had his head under the hood of another car. What exactly had been done to him? Zeus had taken his godhood, his life and most likely his voice and eye.

Getting his help was looking less and less likely by the second.

“You stay here,” Phobos said as he put his hand on the knob of the door that led from the office to the garage.

No problem there. She’d rather confront a rabid lion than try to gain a favor from a man the gods had screwed over so badly. Why on earth or beyond would this man ever help them?

Hoping for the best, she walked to the window to watch Phobos. She closed her eyes and opened herself up to the ether so that she could hear their conversation.

The shop was loud with mechanical noises and a radio playing “Live Your Life” by T.I. Several of the men were chatting and joking while they worked. One was singing along, off-key, while he added air to the tires of a red Jeep.

Phobos paused beside the white Intrepid where Cratus stood.

Cratus glanced up, and his face froze an instant before he looked back down and continued working.

Phobos stepped closer. “We need to talk.”

Cratus ignored him.


“I don’t know what you’re doing in here,” an older man in a coverall matching Cratus’s said as he stopped beside Phobos, “but you’re wasting your time trying to talk to old Jericho there. Boy can’t speak.” The man shook his head. “Not that he needs to. The way he works on a car is magic.” The man looked at the others and laughed. “Trying to talk to Jericho . . .” More laughter joined his before he walked off to work on the Jeep where the man was singing.

“Jericho,” Phobos tried again. “Please give me one minute of your time.”

If looks could kill, Phobos would be a distant memory. Jericho flipped the wrench in his hand before he walked over to another car.

Phobos glanced at Delphine, who shrugged in response. She had no idea how to persuade him.

Sighing, Phobos followed him. “C’mon, I—”

Jericho spun on him so fast that Delphine didn’t even realized he’d moved until he had Phobos slung over the hood of a car and pinned in place by a tight hold on this throat. “Fuck off and die, you putrid bastard,” he snarled in the ancient Greek language of the gods as he banged Phobos’s head furiously against the hood.

Every mechanic who heard his deep growl paused to stare at him.

“Be damned,” a tall, lean African-American man said. “He can speak after all. Anybody know what language that was?”


“Nah, I think it’s German.”

“Dude,” a younger guy said, pulling at Cratus’s arm. “You’re going to dent the hood and when you do, that will come out of your paycheck.”

Grimacing, Cratus slung Phobos off the hood like a rag doll. Phobos rolled halfway through the bay before he caught himself.

His features looking shaken, Phobos pushed himself to his feet. When he spoke, he continued to use their language so that the humans wouldn’t understand them. “We need your help, Cratus.”

As he moved past Phobos, Cratus drove his shoulder into Phobos’s, making Phobos grimace in pain and rub his arm. He went back to the Intrepid. “Cratus is dead.”

“You’re the only one—”

Cratus growled at him. “You’re dead to me. All of you. Now get out.”

Delphine projected her thoughts to Phobos. “Should I come in?”

“No. I don’t think it’ll help.” Phobos turned to Cratus. “The fate of the entire world is in your hands. Don’t you care?”

The feral look Cratus gave him said no. Well, that, and for him to go to Tartarus and rot.

Delphine sighed. What were they going to do now? They needed the god of strength. One who could pull power from the primal Source to combat the most evil of beings. Without Cratus, they didn’t stand a chance of winning against Noir and his army of Skoti.

The older man walked over to Cratus. “So what country are you from, anyway?”

Cratus ignored him as he returned to his work in silence.

Phobos moved to stand by his side. “Zeus is willing to forgive you for what you did. He’s offering you your godhood back. We need you desperately.”

When Cratus still refused to respond, Phobos let out a frustrated breath. “Look, I understand why you’re mad. But my brother’s life is on the line here. If you don’t help me, Noir will kill him.”

Cratus didn’t even twitch as he worked.

A muscle worked in Phobos’s jaw. “Fine. When the world ends and everyone here is dead, remember you’re the only one of us who could have stopped it.”

Cratus continued ignoring him.

Phobos turned and headed back to her.

Delphine kept waiting for Cratus to reconsider and stop Phobos. But he really appeared to have meant what he’d said. He didn’t care.

Even she, who had nothing save muted emotions, had more feelings than this man showed.

“We’re so dead,” Phobos said in a dire tone as he rejoined her. “Maybe we ought to join the other team before they pound us into hash.”

Delphine cast a hopeless glance back at the man in the garage. “Maybe I should try.”

He shook his head. “There’s no reaching him. He’s past help.”

“I can try to contact him in his dreams tonight. He won’t be able to run from me then.”

He didn’t tell her no, but his look reiterated the fact that he thought she was wasting her time. “You want backup?”

“I think I’ll be more effective alone.”

Phobos snorted. “Good luck. If you need me, I’ll be on standby.”

Delphine glanced back at Cratus. He was working, but she saw the agony in his one eye. It was so deep and biting that it made her ache for him. . . .

How strange to have those feelings. But they meant nothing. She had a mission to fulfill.

I’ll be seeing you tonight. And she definitely didn’t intend to fail.

Jericho paused as he saw the grease on his hand covering the tattoo he’d used to hide the words of condemnation his own mother had burned into his skin at Zeus’s command. Old memories tore through him anew as he thought about the way the Olympians had turned on him.

And all because he’d refused to murder an infant. Closing his eyes, he remembered that one defining moment so clearly. The small hut . . . the goddess’s screams as she begged him for mercy.

“Kill me, not my baby, please! For the sake of Zeus, the baby’s innocent. I’ll do anything.”

He’d tightened his grip on the child, fully intending to fulfill his duty. The baby’s father had gone at his back. But the god of pain, Dolor, had caught him and cut him down before the goddess who’d tried so desperately to save her family.

That baby’s only sin had been its birth.

And as he’d looked into that small, trusting face and the baby had smiled up at him, unaware of what was going on, he’d faltered.

“Kill it,” Dolor had snarled.

Cratus had pulled his dagger out to slice its throat. Laughing, the baby had reached for him, its eyes twinkling with fire and joy as its tiny fingers wrapped around his large hand.

So he’d done the only thing he could. He’d used his powers to put the baby to sleep, then smuggled it out and given it over to peasants to raise.

One moment of compassion.

An eternity of shame, abuse and degradation.

Now they dared to ask him for a favor after all they’d done to him. They were out of their collective minds.

And he was through with them.

“Hey, man,” Darice said, coming up to him. “Why didn’t you ever tell us you could speak?”

Because talking to Darice might lead to friendship. And if he made that mistake, Darice would die right before him. Brutally and mercilessly.

Zeus had taken everything from him.

So he ignored Darice while he unbolted the alternator that needed to be replaced.

Darice made a sound of disgust. “Whatever. Guess you’re too good to associate with the rest of us.”

Let them think that. It was much easier than trying to explain a truth they would never accept. He was alone in this world. As always.

Darice wandered over to work on the Toyota that had come in earlier. He and Paul joked good-naturedly while they set about flushing the radiator and putting in new plugs.

Jericho had just pulled out the alternator when a shadow fell over him. Looking up, he found the shop owner, Jacob Landry. Short and pudgy, Landry had salt-and-pepper hair that was receding and a pair of greedy blue eyes.

“I heard there was some trouble here with you earlier.”

Jericho shook his head no.

“Um-hmmm. Charlotte done told me that you can speak, too. Is that true?”

He nodded.

“Boy, why you want to lie to me? I done told you when I hired you that I don’t play that bullshit. You want to work here, you come to work on time, keep your personal life at home and give me no lip and no lies. Comprende?”

“Yes, sir,” he said as he tried to keep the hostility out of his voice. He hated that he was reduced to belly-crawling to assholes like this just so that he could eat. “It won’t happen again, Mr. Landry. I promise.”

Landry poked him sharply in the shoulder. “It better not.”

Jericho tightened his grip on the wrench in his hand, wanting to give Landry a taste of what he was capable of. There had been a time when he’d have gutted anyone who talked to him like that. Never mind someone who’d actually dared to touch him uninvited. Before his human life had begun, everyone who came into contact with him quivered in fear of his strength and sternness.

But Landry was a bully. He enjoyed his minuscule power over the people who worked for him. He only felt good about himself when they were groveling for their livelihood.

And as much as it sucked, Jericho needed this job. As the world became more modern, it was getting harder and harder to find people who could make fake IDs at a reasonable price and who were willing to let him live off the grid.

Other immortals were allowed to accumulate wealth, but that, too, was beyond him. Any time he tried to save even a dollar, Zeus cleaned him out. One catastrophe after another.

So had been his existence for so many centuries that he no longer even bothered to count them.

He was nothing and he would never have anything again. Not even dignity.

Sighing, he went back to work, hating himself and this life.

You could change that. . . .

It had to be bad for Zeus to send someone to ask for his help.

You could be a god again. . . .

The dream of that thought tormented him. It was tempting except for one thing. He’d have to look at the very beings who’d turned their backs on him and left him to this pathetic state. Every one of those bastards had ignored him.

Every one of them.

Or worse, they’d tortured him.

Every single night. For thousands of years, the Dolophoni—the children of the Furies—and the dream gods had come to him and killed him. And every morning, he was resurrected to live this miserable existence right where he’d left off the night before.

Over and over. Bloody and violent. No matter how hard he tried to fight them off, he held no powers against them. They gleefully held him down and beat him or carved him to maximize the pain of his sentence. Every organ in his body had been torn out of him so many times that the pain was seared into his DNA. He dreaded every night and the horror it would ultimately bring.

Just last night, two of them had cut his heart out . . .


At the end of the day, he would never forgive what had been done to him. So what if something was threatening the world? If the world was to end, then at least he’d have some peace.

Maybe this time he’d actually stay dead.

Delphine returned to Olympus so she could spend the rest of the day researching her latest target. For hours, she watched him work in solitude. While the other men joked and laughed with each other, he kept to himself. Bitterly alone. Every now and again, she’d see him look up at the others and their camaraderie with a glint of longing so potent it made her ache.

They ignored him as if he were invisible.

At six-thirty, he washed up after the others were finished and leaving. He pulled his coveralls off, tucked them into a beat-up black cloth backpack that he slung over his shoulder and headed out on an older-styled motorcycle.

He stopped briefly to go into a small grocery store on a corner where he grabbed a loaf of bread, chicken salad spread, a paperback novel, and a six-pack of beer. Without speaking to a single person, he paid for it, tucked it into his backpack and went home to a tiny one-room efficiency apartment. The place was so rundown even the scuffed, chipped linoleum floor dipped in the middle. She wondered how the building kept from falling down around him.

It had to be the most depressing thing she’d ever seen.

There was no furniture whatsoever. Not a single piece, or even a TV or computer. Worn blankets were pinned to the windows for curtains, and his bed was only a threadbare sleeping blanket on the floor with a single pillow that was so old and flat he might as well not have it. Next to that, he had one additional pair of shoes and a small stack of clothes and one old wool jacket.

That was it.

Her heart clenched as she watched him open a beer, then wash the coveralls in the sink before he hung them up to dry in the rundown bathroom. Brushing his hand through his dark hair, he went back to the kitchen—which had no stove and only a filthy old refrigerator—to make a single sandwich out of the bread that had been flattened in his backpack. He ate it in silence while sitting on the sleeping blanket, reading his book.

Every now and again, he’d look up expectantly at any sudden sound. Once he was sure it was nothing, he’d return to his reading.

Just after midnight, he sighed and stared up at his ceiling. “Where the hell are you, assholes? You scared or something?”

He waited as if he really expected an answer. Glaring furiously, he put the book on the floor and pulled his tank top off to show her a chest rife with horrendous scars. She would think them battle wounds, but they were so jagged and torn that they appeared to be where his vital organs had been viciously ripped out of his body.

“Fine,” he said, his tone filled with disgust, “just don’t leave too big a mess in my place. I’m sick of having to clean up blood first thing in the morning and don’t fuck up my book. I’d like to finish it for once.” He turned out the lights and went to sleep.

Alone and in total solitude.

Who had he been talking to?

He’s gone insane from his punishment. . . . Hephaestus had warned her of his delicate mental state. Obviously the god was right.

Delphine sat in the darkness, waiting for Cratus to reach the dream state—which took forever, since he seemed to be fighting sleep. It was as if he was waiting for someone to attack him and he wanted to be alert when they did.

As she waited, all she wanted to do was comfort him and she didn’t even understand why. She’d never felt a compulsion like this before.

Probably because she knew what it was like to feel isolated from the world—granted, not as much as he was, but she still remembered the desolate feelings of her former life. As a young woman, she’d lived among the humans and had thought herself one of them. Even then she’d known something wasn’t quite right with her. She’d never felt emotions the way other humans did.

It hadn’t been until her teen years that her powers had fully manifested. She’d been so afraid of rejection or hostility from her family and friends that she’d held it in and told no one about her vivid dreams and frightening powers.

Until the Dream-Hunter Arik had shown up in her dreams and explained to her who and what she really was. Explained that her mother had been seduced by a sleep god, which had resulted in her birth.

To this day, she owed her sanity to Arik. He alone had explained to her how the Oneroi—the gods of sleep—had been created to help mankind with their dreams. Night after night, he’d visited and trained her until she had control of her powers. And once she was able to channel them, he’d taken her to the Vanishing Isle, where her kind lived, and had introduced her to the other gods.

There for centuries they’d been friends.

Even though Arik had eventually gone Skoti—turned into the evil dream gods who preyed on humans as they slept—she’d still been grateful to him for his guidance. So much so that she’d never pursued him in the dream realm to fight against him as she’d done other Skoti.

But Cratus had no one to protect him . . .

A fact that became brutally apparent an instant later when the air around him surged. Delphine started to go in, but an inner sense told her not to.

Something bad was about to happen.

She could feel the evilness of it. The fierce power went down her spine, painfully, and it froze her to the spot.

In the blink of an eye, one of the deadliest of all creatures materialized over his sleeping form. At first glance Azura appeared small and frail. But appearances were most deceiving. The very heart of evil, she was deadlier than any creature except for her brother and sister. Her skin was blue to mirror the icy coldness of her heart. Her hair, eyes, eyelashes and lips were snow-white. Dressed in a black leather halter top and pants, she knelt down by Cratus’s side.

Delphine tried to transport in, but couldn’t.

Azura looked back over her shoulder and smiled as if she knew Delphine could see her. “You will all perish,” she said softly before she reached out to touch Cratus on the arm.

He came awake ready to battle.

Azura dodged his hands. “Calm yourself, Titan. I’m not here to harm you.”

Cratus froze as he found himself in the presence of one of the original gods of the universe. The only problem was, she was concentrated evil. Granted, she wasn’t quite as sinister as her brother, Noir, or sister, Braith, but she gave him a good run for his money.

“What are you doing here?”

She smiled. “You know what I’m here for, baby. I’ve come to make you an offer you won’t want to refuse.”

He sneered at her. “I’m not interested in fighting for the gods.”

She patted him gently on his face. “Sweetie, you so greatly underestimate us.” She dropped her hand to his arm.

Cratus hissed in pain as the words his mother had placed there burned like fire. The agony was so fierce that he couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. He wanted to shove her away, but even that was impossible.

She whispered in the first language of the universe and as she did so, he felt his will slipping. His sight dimming.

Then the pain was gone, and his heart was as empty as the sty he called home.

“Follow us, Cratus, and you will serve at the right hand of the masters. No one will ever be able to turn you again.”

He wanted to tell her no, but the part of his heart that resisted was closed and sealed. Instead he saw all the centuries of his suffering. Felt all the degradations he’d been through, starting with Zeus pinning him to the floor with his lightning bolts.

As the son of Warcraft and Hate, he wanted revenge.

No, he burned for it.

“Come with me, Cratus, and we will make Zeus beg you for mercy.”

“I live in a world where if something seems too good to be true, it always is.”

She gave him a sweet, placating smile. “Not this time. You will have all the power you want. All the money you could ever imagine. No more crawling to a boss you loathe. No more being tortured on the human plane. No more having to fight with the gods who cursed you to this.” She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Revenge . . .”


She nuzzled his cheek with hers. “Take my hand, Cratus, and I’ll take you far away from this misery to a place where you will never again want for anything.”

Don’t do it. There was more to this than what she told him. There always was. He knew it deep inside and yet as he lay there, all he saw was the past. The unending cycle of misery that Zeus had given him.

If nothing else, at least Azura would kill him and put him out of this suffering.

He had nothing to live for. Nothing.

Dying was easy. He’d done that every night for thousands of years. But to have one minute free of what his life had been . . .

He would take it.

His gaze burning into hers, he nodded. “I’m yours.”

Laughing, Azura took his hand. “Then come, my precious warrior. Let us rain fire and destruction on the Olympians and humans. The final war has begun.”

DREAM WARRIOR Copyright © 2009 by Sherrilyn Kenyon

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2009

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    A slice of cheese?

    First, this book was much better than the last one. It is better because the audience is allowed to get much more involved with the characters themselves. This book and the last might be "transition" books but that doesn't mean that the author should skimp on quality. I felt that this book had much more romance then the last. I also really liked the character of Jericho.
    Now, there are very good reasons as to why I chose not to give the book five stars. The first being, it was way to short. The pacing in this book came in rapid fire succession...guy gets cursed by Zeus....guy works as a car mechanic...guy meets girl...girl cooks up a cooky scheme to win guy over by seducing him...chaos insues. Well, that's all well in good, but sometimes the book just didn't seem realistic.
    Now, I realize that Dark Hunter's aren't real. I am sure that I am not planning a trip to New Orleans to roam the streets at night hoping for a guy in a duster jacket (because for some reason all of Kenyon's heroes possess one) to come and swoop me off my feet, but just because it's a science fiction/romance novel doesn't mean that the women and men who read them aren't aware that there are portions of this book that are so cheesy that I found myself rolling my eyes.
    For instance, the at the end of the book, when Ash introduces the "Dogs of War..." that scene is so cheesy it might as well be ripped from the screen from any Hollywood movie. I am worried that Sherrilyn Kenyon might be selling out in the hopes of getting a movie deal. Or at least her own pornographic cartoon on Adult Swim, but I digress, while this book has its flaws it is so much better than the "One Silent Night" that I found myself forgiving the small transgressions she made with this title.
    I only hope that her work gets progressively better.

    9 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 31, 2010

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    Another page turner!!! ^-^


    This book was amazing!!!

    6,000 years ago, when Zeus ordered the oneroi stripped of their emotions, beaten, and had their children killed one of his sentinels spared a demi-god dream-hunter.As punishment, he stripped him of his godhood and banished him to the human realm. Now in the 2009 A.D. 2 ancient powers have risen to destroy them all, and they are trying to deflect the ancient Titan Cratus to their side with promises of revenge.

    And the only one who can stop him is one of the very dream gods and friend to the dolophoni he despises.
    As tension rises, while Noir and Azura gain power , Cratus learns the reason why he was cursed wasn't over sparing a simple demi-god Zeus ordered him to kill as punishment for being attacked in his dreams, but over an ancient prophecy that will rattle the very core of the entire Greek Pantheon.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 11, 2010

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    This is really goood! Like Xmen the movie.

    This is book reminds me of Xmen the movie. I liked it! I really like how the author blends her Dark Hunter series with this one. She is now one of my favorite authors, I like her style. I have only read one book of hers that I did not really care for (I gave it 3 stars and really should have given it 4 or 4.5 stars as it really deserved~Sin and Kat's story) though I did not give it five stars the author dramatically redeemed herself with the book called Acheron, of course that was my favorite one. This one is really good. I think you shoud read it, you will enjoy it :-) I really did.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 16, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    highly recommended

    I have never read any Sherrilyn Kenyon books that are not great
    paranormal romance....this is just another example... If you read
    paranormal romance, then put this author down as one that you need
    to catch everyone of her books.. you won't be disappointed.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 15, 2009

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    I Also Recommend:

    Dream Warrior

    You will not be able to put this book down. Very entertaining and you'll love the characters and how devoted they are to each other. Once again Ms. Kenyon knocked it out of the ball park. Can wait for next installment.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2014

    Another wonderful addition to the series!

    Another wonderful addition to the series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2014

    I wonder...

    How long will it take this to be taken over by rp ads or a lame kitty clan.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2014

    Great book

    This is one of the best in the Dream Hunter series. I really enjoyed having present and past characters from her prevous books making it into this book. Cratus and Delphine make a great couple. This is another must read book!

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  • Posted June 6, 2014

    Highly Recommend

    This book was wonderful I could not put it down I read the whole series had to see how it all worked out worth every penny. Sherrilyn is a wonderful writer and I have read all her books love them and I hope she continues with more of all of them!!!

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  • Posted September 20, 2013

    Highly Recommend

    This series is great

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2013

    Sylvani Mist and Shadow Song bios

    Sylvani mist: a misty vapoury insubstantial dream she cat. She has gray fur and sparkling yellow eyes. Pet is a dream bird , indigo, that puts aimals to sleep. Shadow song: a beautiful shadow dream gryphon that putsanimas to sleep as well as sending them lovely dreams. Her pet is a dream fox, whisper, that can turn into a drem beast

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2013

    The Dream Warriors Roleplay- bios

    Name: Amber. Gender: female. Rank: leader//alpha female. Acessories: black and red armor. Cs pet: 2013 april fools skull wolf. Siggy: &#9812Amber

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    Posted May 14, 2013



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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 11, 2012

    Please let there be another one coming

    Please day your not ending the drea hunter series like that. Please let there be more coming back to back because I am so addicted to them.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2012

    Thank you Sherrilyn Kenyon

    Love It

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2012

    Saphireclan territory

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2012


    Plz go there. Tell me whays wrong with your nook. Ill ask u tell. C ya there.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2012

    Another Kenyon Great!

    If you loved Dark Hunters. You love Dream Hunters

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  • Posted January 13, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    Must Read for Dark Hunter Lovers..

    This was a solid 4.5 stars. It was by far the best of the Dream Hunter Books so far and that was cause it read like a Dark Hunter novel. There was tons of action and fighting. We had Cratus, a wounded warrior, ex-god, stripped of his powers, scarred by Zeus, and tortured for six thousand years. He has never known love or tenderness until he meets a woman, Delphine, with a heart full of love. SK did an amazing job with this deep plot that revealed a major betrayal from one of the gods against his own. There were also cameos from a few of my favorite men, Ash, Jaden and Zarek just to name a few.

    I waited four months for this book to become available from my library, and almost skipped it. Well, this is a must read book in the series cause it answers so many questions about Jaden but create so many more. He was always a mystery character, kinda like Ash, and I can't get enough info about him. We are introduced to the new bad guys that are kinda taking the place of Striker in that they are pure evil. I can't wait to read the next book in this series

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  • Posted December 24, 2011

    Zeus has enemies1

    Take one wronged egyptian god and a dream hunter and there is bound to be sparks. You get a nice peak into the opposition with Noir and Azura. It's a nice break from the entire dark hunter series (although they do appear in the book as well as Sanctuary.) This book redeems Nick in my eyes (since he detests Ash) and pretty much lets you know that Ash's mother isn't the only one who wants the Greek pantheon toast. Best to read it after the first three dream hunter novels. Sin and Kats story is a must read especially since its set up for them to fail but never you worry love prevails! Oh and Zeus is a douche.

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