Six Earth women must work together to defeat the evil that threatens the magical land of Lladrana in the fifth and final Summoning book (after 2008's Keepers of the Flame). Raine and Jikata are the last of the six Exotiques to be summoned to Lladrana, sailor and architect Raine to build and direct the warship that will lead an invasion force and lonely pop singer Jikata to cast the musical spell that will destroy the Dark. Compelled to stay in Lladrana until they complete the tasks they were summoned for, the women are drawn into the mission, finding friends and love along the way. Romance readers who prize charming fantasy settings and armored warriors as much as tangled love affairs will especially appreciate the action-packed happy ending. (Jan.)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
Echoes in the Darkby Robin D. Owens
The planet is dying, slowly being drained by an alien Dark, and only one last, desperate plan can save it.
Deep in another dimension, a disillusioned young singer is summoned as Lladrana's last hope. Uncertain of her future, unaware of her extraordinary magical talent, Jikata will be the sixth and final outsiderExotiqueto step through a
The planet is dying, slowly being drained by an alien Dark, and only one last, desperate plan can save it.
Deep in another dimension, a disillusioned young singer is summoned as Lladrana's last hope. Uncertain of her future, unaware of her extraordinary magical talent, Jikata will be the sixth and final outsiderExotiqueto step through a dangerous portal of prophecy and magic. Survival will require her to forge closer friendships than she has ever known. The price of those bonds will threaten the very fate of Lladrana: a world where music holds the key to an ancient mysteryand six women will wage the ultimate battle against the forces of Dark.
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Ghost Hill Theater, Denver, Colorado
Late August, Night
Jikata was taking her last bow on stage and soaking in applause when her great-grandmother died. The odd thing was that Jikata actually felt Ishi Yamuri pass away in one of those increasing moments of hyperawareness. As if the old woman touched Jikata with her stubborn disapproval even as others yelled and clapped.
The bond with her great-grandmother vanished. Ishi hadn't waited to see Jikata tomorrow, the date Ishi herself had insisted upon.
Jikata had added her old hometown of Denver to her touring schedule because she'd sensed her great-grandmother's time was near, though she hadn't heard from the woman in years.
Suddenly the applause, the only thing that had satisfied Jikata for a long time, rang hollow and empty. Like the rest of her life.
Jikata lowered her head, closed her eyes against the lights made brighter by tears. Then she stepped back on the polished wooden stage and let the heavy maroon velvet curtains descend.
The crowd whistled and clapped louder, but she had no more to give. This final eventthe reopening of a newly renovated small Victorian theaterwas the last in her tour. Fitting.
Her career was skyrocketing. She neared the pinnacle of success for a pop singer, a female half-Japanese no less, and found herself alone and panting after the climb.
Her life was tanking. Fans adored her. No one loved her. No man, no good friend female or male, no child. As her great-grandmother would have said, her soul was withering from lack of nourishment.
Applause came from stage right and the philanthropist behind the renovation strode forward, beaming, accompanied by his wife. Jikatapasted a smile on her face, hoping that it might turn into the real thing since she usually enjoyed the company of Trenton Philbert III. He stopped clapping and held out a hand and she put hers in it. "Great job. Definitely the next star. I'm looking forward to that last zoom to the top." He squeezed her hand and let it go.
The praise warmed her a little. "Thank you."
"You did the inaugural event of the Ghost Hill Theater proud. Thanks again for agreeing to perform. We sold out." He glanced around, the backstage was still shiny with cleanliness and held the faint scent of wood stain. "This place should be good for another hundred years."
"It's a lovely theater," Jikata said. Now. She could remember when it had been a ruin.
He radiated satisfaction. Turning to his wife behind him, he said, "We have a gift for you. Darling?"
Juliet Philbert stepped forward with a large fancy birdcage fashioned like the Taj Mahal. Jikata gritted her teeth no, please, not a bird. Her great-grandmother had kept finches when Jikata had been younger. "I'm sorry," she said, "but I"
Then the bird opened its beak and pure liquid notes warbled out, like nothing Jikata had ever heard. As if it were more than song, a communication. The bird didn't look like any she'd seen before, either. All scarlet red, but with a fancy cockatoo comb of red, yellow and white. About the size of a cockatoo, also. It fixed a yellow eye on her and let loose another stream of notes. This time sounding a lot like the underlying melody of the last ballad she'd sung. Jikata blinked.
"Her name is Chasonette," Juliet said. "She's a Lladranan cockatoo and has the most beautiful birdsong in the world. She's quite rare, but I knew such a lady would be perfect for you. And Trent indulged me." She thrust the cage at Jikata, so she took it. It was lighter than she'd thought.
Juliet tucked her hand into Trenton's elbow and he covered her fingers with his own, shaking his head as he looked down at his wife. "I always indulge you. The bane of my existence." He kissed her temple. "People say I'm going soft."
Fast footsteps came from backstage and Juliet's assistant, Linda, who appeared distressed, hurried to them. Jikata remembered, and the small moment of normality shattered.
"I'm sorry." Linda stopped, inhaled a breath that raised her thin chest. Looked at the Philberts, hesitated and said, "I'm sorry. I have bad news. We should ah let's go to your dressing room." Linda pulled Jikata backstage, past the greenroom and into the star's dressing room. The Philberts followed.
The small room was elegant in cream and white, but four people made it crowded. Jikata placed the birdcage on the dressing room table. Chasonette stepped nervously back and forth on her perch, then apparently caught sight of herself in the mirror and preened.
Linda led Jikata to the cream brocade Victorian fainting couch that took up most of one end wall. She figured she had to sit. The moment she did, Linda released her handa blessing since both their palms were sweaty.
Linda grabbed a box of tissues from the dressing table and dropped it in her lap. "I got a call. Your great-grandmother has died, Jikata."
"I was supposed to visit her tomorrow," Jikata said, still shocked.
"Sorry," repeated Linda. She was a young intern with the University of Southern California who'd traveled with Jikata during the two-month tour. Though they'd managed well enough, neither of them expected the job to transform into anything more.
"She was an old woman and had a good life." Isn't that what Jikata was supposed to say? "I want to be alone," she choked out.
"Of course. We'll take care of your crew and fans." Juliet, patting Jikata on the shoulder, trilled her tongue. Chasonette perked up and warbled a low, soothing melody. "I'm sure you don't want to attend the opening gala."
"No, I don't." It had completely gone from her mind.
"We'll make sure your room in the hotel next door is booked for you through the next week. It's been a gruelling tour for you, I know. You need rest."
"Yes, I'd planned a long break." Rote answers seemed to work. Jikata didn't know what she felt except empty. Nothing new about that.
"You just go next door when you're ready," Juliet insisted.
The bird continued to croon, soft background scales that tugged at Jikata, reminding her of the chants and chimes that had haunted her. She rubbed her temples.
Trenton squatted down, as if setting himself in her vision. "Jikata, if there's anything we can do ."
She nodded. "You go on to the gala. You're the star of that show."
"All right, but if you need us here in Denver, let us know."
She watched blindly as the Philberts left. They were the only people she felt she could call on in Denver, and they were acquaintances. All her old ties had withered.
"Um, Jikata?" Linda said.
Oh. The girl had looked forward to the end of the tour and the big party to celebrate the renovation of the theater. With another nod, another blank gaze, Jikata said, "You go ahead. You don't have to stay with me the next couple of days. Let's call this the end of the internship."
"I don't know, if you need me ." But Linda sounded relieved.
Jikata was prepared. She went to her designer backpack and got the cardwith bonusfrom an inner pocket. Held it out. "Thanks for all your help. I've already turned in my last report. You're free to go."
"Thanks!" With a smile showing the job was already history, Linda hurried from the room.
Jikata sat and listened as the theater emptied, then dragged herself into the shower. Let the heat and steam flow over her as she prodded her feelings about her Japanese great-grandmother. Regret, as always, they hadn't ever seen eye-to-eye. Her great-grandmother had refused to speak to her after she'd legally changed her name to Jikata, had hated that she'd become a pop singer. At eighteen, Jikata had left the dust of Denver for L.A. and prospered.
Well enough that she could buy whatever she wanted, keep her great-grandmother in style. Which, of course, Ishi had refused, liking the little house in east Denver she'd bought a few years after leaving the internment camp in southeastern Colorado. Both of Jikata's grandmothers had died before she was born. Both her grandfathers had been unknown, a bond between her parents who were killed in a car accident when she was fourteen.
Sad. Jikata felt it, mostly for the lost opportunity to reconcile, though she'd known in her bones that was wishful thinking.
Now she was truly alone. No more family.
She wondered what to do. Knowing Ishi, all her affairs would have been arranged. Jikata was ambivalent about seeing the old house. At the end of a tour, she usually found the nearest bed and fell into it. But lately her sleep had been troubled by dreams that had her sweating and tangled in sheets when she woke. Or, worse, visions that were pure beauty she strove to put into words and sing.
Those songs always bombed. She did much better when she sang others' melodies and lyrics, and that was a raw spot in her soul.
The pipes creaked and water cooled and she turned the shower off. At least the makeup and sweat of the last show, of the tour, was finally gone.
Wrapping herself in a large towel, she stepped into the dressing room. The mirror was foggy with steam so she opened the door, dressed quickly in jeans and a blue silk blouse and packed a small suitcase, put her backpack in order and swung one strap over her shoulder.
She turned to do a sweep of the room and froze.
The birdcage door was wide open. Jikata blinkedcould the bird have unlatched it herself? Apparently so. A very valuable, rare bird.
Her gaze trailed to the open door of the dressing room. Shit! She looked wildly around the room, but it was small and a foot-long scarlet bird was not evident against the cream-and-gold background.
She hadn't seen or heard the wretched bird leave. No trilling of a goodbye song. No soft whoof of feathers.
Sliding her feet into ballet slippers, she opened the door wider, then heard a tinny chime. She glanced at the table where the chiming-ball necklace Juliet Philbert had given her when they'd met had been. Pretty and shiny on a gold satin ribbon, it was gone, too.
Jikata grimaced. She was ambivalent about chimes. She'd included them in her own compositions that hadn't been successful, then the last one that had made it big. It was hitting the top of the charts now. The strange concoction of bells and chimes and an occasional gong tone. She'd sungchanted a mishmash of words in English and Japanese and French and had layered her voice in the track again and again over four octaves. She barely had a full four-octave range and had worked hard on that track until each note was strong and perfect.
"Come to Me" was going platinum.
The tune wasn't really her composition and that's what bothered her. She'd heard odd patterns of notes, of chimes, of chants, the occasional gong beat in her head over the past two years. It had started here in Denver, her hometown, two years ago February. A February as dreary as her life. Ishi hadn't wanted to see her then, either.
She shook the thought away. Stop dithering! Go hunt the bird. She stepped to the door, called, "Chasonette!" Would a bird come to her name? Cockatoos were supposed to be intelligent for birds, weren't they?
Another chime. Faint. But her hearing was good and she was sure it came from the stage area. She hurried past the greenroom, angling toward stage left, which had more space than stage right. A bird would want more space to fly in, wouldn't it?
Only a few dim bulbs were on and she moved through light and shadow. She pushed through the curtains to look into the houseeven dimmerand saw a flash of a red wing through the door to the lobby someone had propped open with a broom.
So she hopped from the stage and ran up the plush maroon aisle, through the door to the equally elaborate lobby.
Then she heard the wonderful song of a woman's voice, with the slightest of quavers that made Jikata think the singer was old. An elder and perfect master of her craft. The wordless Song compelled Jikata to listen. Not to hear, but listen, and the mistress of that voice had the range of Jikata's own, a full four octaves, richer for years of use.
Other music lilted. Crystal singing bowls, chimes, and the jangle of Chasonette's ball melded perfectly into the whole.
"Chasonette?" she called.
Chasonette chirped. Jikata ran after her, misjudged the distance of the sound and went through the mirrored wall.
That couldn't have happened. Could it?
She stood in a gray mist. Wind whipped at her hair. There were no walls around her, just an echoing distance. Where was she? Her toes curled in her shoes, felt solid ground through the thin soles of her slippers. Shouldn't it be new, plush carpet?
She hesitated, but more chimes and the voice and the bowls and the sheer magnificence of the sound drew her. How often did a person hear this sort of concert? Never.
There were cadences and tones to this Song that outclassed all her composition attempts. As if she'd heard through a mirror darkly . She chuckled, but she yearned. This, this was what she'd been trying to achieve for the past year. If only
Another questioning chirp and Jikata realized she was humming her "Come to Me" hit. Light was ahead and walls looked cut from rock. That reassured her a little. Everyone knew there were tunnels under Denver. She'd somehow made it into one of them.
Then the woman's voice twisted the melody and the notes seemed to hit physical points inside Jikata. She literally felt her heart squeeze. So wonderful, and there was more, she heard the reverberation of the chant she'd included in her own work.
Come to me.
The woman's voice caressed her with a soothing cadence. Jikata blinked, she saw the woman, a tiny, aged, Asian woman standing in light that reflected off mist around her, giving her a glow. Chasonette perched on her shoulder, the ribbon of the chiming ball in her beak. She shook it. The sound shivered over Jikata's skin. She glimpsed people behind the woman, playing singing bowls.
Stranger and stranger, but not threatening.
Jikata hurried forward, met a thickness in the air like a membrane, surged through it. More wind. In a tunnel or dreaming. She could have fallen asleep on the Victorian fainting lounge in her dressing room after her shower. But she plunged ahead. Then she was with the woman, and Chason-ette hopped from the woman's shoulder to Jikata's, dug in her claws. Ouch, she felt that!
"Welcome to Lladrana," the older woman said in English. She gestured and cymbals clashed and chimes sounded and a shudder went through Jikata.
Meet the Author
ROBIN D. OWENS has been writing longer than she cares to recall. Her fantasy/futuristic romances found a home at Berkley with HeartMate in December 2001. She’s gone on to write eleven more books in the series and collection of novellas in the Heart universe. She has written five titles for Luna™ Books in her Summoning series, and launched her Mystic Circle series with Enchanted No More.
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The world of Lladrana is under siege by an alien Dark force who lives in a volcano where it has made its nest. The malevolence has created monsters who stalk the countryside killing the people and draining the planet. To save their realm, the Marshalls summoned four women who are necessary to defeat the Dark. The fifth female Raine was summoned on the cheap by the Seamsters. For her first six months she was abused and overall abused so her confidence remained steadily negative. Her job is to build the boat that will take them to the island. Her ally Faucon, once dumped by an Exotique who returned to Earth helps her but tries to keep his distancc because he is drawn to her but doesn¿t want to get hurt again
The final Exotique to be called is Jikata, a world known pop singer destined to become a superstar. She was summoned by Mirror Magic to the Singer to fulfill the prophecy so is kept isolated to prepare her to save the world when it is time for her to face the Dark. Raine builds a boat to get there on time while Jikata and her significant other Luthan the Singer begins their quest with the other Exotiques and their mates.
Readers learn why the Dark came to Lladrana and other questions left from the previous four exciting tales are answered. The story line is fast-paced from the onset as are all of Robin D. Owens fantasies in this saga and her Heart novels. The characters are fully developed including the Dark while romantic subplots and a trek to an exotic dimension enhance the countdown prime theme of good trying to save a world from a seemingly more powerful evil.
Robin D Owens has an awesome series in her Celta series, but this series was simply ok...once you read the first book you knew the basic plotline and the end was no different from the beginning; the only difference, the series concluded in Echoes in the Dark. Not a book or series I'll keep in my permanent library.
In this final book of the Summoning Series, the author does a wonderful job of including all the Exotiques summoned from Earth, including the one who decided not to stay and returned home. Faucon and Raine's relationship is especially touching. Readers will discover the tragic explanation for why the mysterious Singer acts the way she does, and how Jikata's joy of singing is combined with her magical talent in the fascinating country of Lladrana. Making the planet a sentient being who is an integral part of the final confrontation with the Dark made the story particularly enchanting. A very satisfying ending to a very exciting series.
The planet is dying, slowly being drained by an alien Dark, and only one last, desperate plan can save it. Deep in another dimension, a disillusioned young singer is summoned as Lladrana's last hope. Uncertain of her future, unaware of her extraordinary magical talent, Jikata will be the sixth and final outsider-Exotique-to step through a dangerous portal of prophecy and magic. Survival will require her to forge closer friendships than she has ever known. The price of those bonds will threaten the very fate of Lladrana: a world where music holds the key to an ancient mystery-and six women will wage the ultimate battle against the forces of Dark. This was one of my favorite series! Loved the six Exotiques - ordinary women who became extraordinary in their fight to save their adopted homeworld. I sort of wish that Raine had her own book and didn't have to share with Jikata, but that was my only quibble with this story. Both of these women were strong and resourceful, although very different. Of the two, I liked Raine's story better and felt that she was the more sympathetic character. And I got a kick out of seeing the other Exotiques again! They're like old friends at this point. I think Alexa is my favorite, and not just because of her name! :) As the last of the series, this was focused more on the final battle with the Dark as opposed to building a romantic relationship between the Exotique and a Llandran male. Still a satisfying story though, and a great ending! I highly recommend this whole series! Sad to see these ladies go....
I thought this book in the series was very good,especially in how it wrapped the series up,(unfortunately, because i would love to see endless stories of people landing in the new world to deal with the experience, politics and intrigue
I got hooked on the first one and couldn't stop. Robin D. Owens does an excellent job writing these books. I just wish that she would write about what happens to the ones that stayed in Llandrana. I am curious about what happens with Alexa, Marian, Andrew/Koz, Calli, Bri, Raine and Jikata. I would like to find out if they did have kids and if Jikata did become the new Singer of the Abbey. I have re-read all the Summoning books at least 3 times and I would like to have at least 1 more.
I am not typically one for reading romance novels, however I began this series on a challenge from a friend and was pleasently surprised at how good the story is. Robin writes a beautiful tale in these books and they are well worth reading. This last book brings an interesting conclusion to the series, although it is somewhat disappointing in its brevity. Combining the stories for the two individuls summoned for the Shipmasters and the Singer into a single book allowed for this volume to reach about the same length of the previous volumes, however it is a little chaotic in the method used to enact that combination, and the final battle against the Dark feels a bit rushed but fits with the pacing of the attack. Alexa, Mirian, Calli, Bri, Raine and Jikata are all unique enough to deserve their own Exotic volume in the series, but as it stands it is still a very good tale. Now these books have permanent residence in my book collection and I look forward to seeing what else Robin has to offer.
With much anticipation, I awaited this final book in Robin Owens' Lladrana series. I was excited that this book was every bit as good as the previous four. In this book were 2 heroins, the Seamaster's exotique and the Singer's exotique. And finally, you learn more about the darkness that plagues Lladrana and meet higher powers of this world. Definitely a satisfying end to the series... Wouldn't it be great if Ms. Owens discovered another reason to summon other exotiques? ... I also recommend her "Heart" series and Jeaniene Frost's Nighthuntress series.
I loved this series by Owens. Sometimes the end to a series is disappointing or unsatisfiying, but not this one. Owens completed The Summoning series masterfully. Rich in characters and plot details, the ending is satisfying, with loss balancing victory and success. The word bittersweet comes to mind. When I finished, it was hard to leave Lladrana and the exotiques. I have read all of Owens' "Heart" books, but only recently found the Summoning by accident. Although I love her books about Celta, the Summoning series was so much more: more adult, more satifying, richer in detail and plot elements. These books with live on my "keeper" shelf, and be re-read often. Like Middle Earth and the Shire, Amee and Lladrana will have a place in my heart.