Of Love and Evil (Songs of the Seraphim Series #2)

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Anne Rice’s magnificent Songs of the Seraphim series continues with another metaphysical adventure full of angels and assassins.
 
Barely recovered from his previous divine mission, former contract killer Toby O'Dare is once again summoned by the angel Malchiah to investigate the poisoning of a prominent nobleman and stop the haunting of a diabolical dybbuk. Together, they travel back to fifteenth-century Italy—the age of Michelangelo, the...

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Overview

Anne Rice’s magnificent Songs of the Seraphim series continues with another metaphysical adventure full of angels and assassins.
 
Barely recovered from his previous divine mission, former contract killer Toby O'Dare is once again summoned by the angel Malchiah to investigate the poisoning of a prominent nobleman and stop the haunting of a diabolical dybbuk. Together, they travel back to fifteenth-century Italy—the age of Michelangelo, the Holy Inquisition, and Pope Leo X—and this time Malchiah has Toby pose as a lute player sent to charm and calm this troublesome spirit. But Toby soon discovers that he is in the midst of plots and counterplots, surrounded on all sides by increasingly dangerous threats as the veil of ecclesiastical terror closes in around him.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In Rice's slim second Songs of the Seraphim novel (after Angel Time), the angel Malchiah whisks ex-contract killer Toby O'Dare back to 16th-century Rome, where Toby must save Vitale de Leone, a young Jewish physician who's been implicated in the poisoning of his gentile master and accused of bringing a poltergeist-like dybbuk into the household. Toby resolves both problems efficiently, but tragedy ensues, shaking his faith and leaving him vulnerable to powers of evil lying in wait to exploit his weakness. Toby's life back in modern times also grows complicated with the sudden appearance of an ex-lover and the son he never knew, neither of whom he can share his angelic interventions with. Though the plot is surprisingly similar to that of its predecessor, Rice's fans will easily succumb to the charm of her lapidary prose and a cliffhanger ending that sets up the next book in the series. 200,000 first printing. (Dec.)
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"Ghosts and angels aside, Of Love and Evil transcends the metaphysical thriller label through its grounding in historical fact...[Toby’s] sense of wonder proves infectious for the reader as well...[Rice] not only explores a battle against evil, but asks what it means to be evil and who gets to define it. Above all, Of Love and Evil is simply good entertainment."
Carmela Ciuraru, The Boston Globe

"Rice tells a good story, nicely balancing the profound and the profane."
Judith Chettle, Richmond Times-Dispatch 
 
"Rice knows how to tell a story, and this one’s a lot of fun. . . Rice’s knock-your-socks-off cliffhanger ending leaves no doubt that this series has wings."
 
People magazine (3½ stars out of 4) 

"Rice is remarkable in her ability to breathe life into another place, another time."
 —The Associated Press

"Present, as always, is the author’s ability to craft dreamlike prose to lull readers into believing every heavenly scenario she puts forth without a whiff of disbelief."
—Andrea Hoag, The Denver Post 

“A bullet of a book—and an absolute bull’s eye.”
 
Kirkus (starred)

“Readers who enjoy Rice’s larger-than-life tales and elegant writing will find much to appreciate here, and the cliff-hanger ending will leave fans eager for the next installment.”
 
—Kristine Huntley, Booklist

Library Journal
Former assassin Toby O'Dare (introduced in Angel Time) takes on his second mission to return to the past to right particular wrongs with the angel Malchiah. Here, he is called to 15th-century Rome to save a Jewish doctor from charges of witchcraft and murder. While in Rome he struggles with recent events in his present-day life: he just met a son whom he never knew he had. Although Toby is aware that his years as an assassin could come back to haunt him, he is shocked when his past quite literally catches up with him on the streets of New York City. Rice works the themes of past and present beautifully, weaving tale upon tale. This book improves on its predecessor by giving Toby a history and characters to care about. VERDICT This metaphysical thriller will appeal to historical fiction fans and Christian fiction readers, but it still feels a little flat and will disappoint fans of Rice's vampire fiction. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 7/10; Rice recently announced on Facebook that she's no longer a Christian but will continue her metaphysical series about angels.]—Amanda Scott, Cambridge Springs P.L., PA
Kirkus Reviews

Murder and mayhem are served up alongside metaphysical musings in Rice's latest (Angel Time, 2009, etc.).

Toby O'Dare is a magnificent mess. PTSD survivor of a hellish childhood (his mother slaughtered his brother), he's grown up wary, prickly, solitary. This makes him perfectly suited for his vocation/mission—service to the angel Malchiah as a kind of divine vigilante dispensing justice with James Bond cunning. It's a gig he debuted in Angel Time, the first installment of Songs of the Seraphim, a series that, in company with the author's prescient vampire chronicles and a catalogue of dozens of other titles, qualifies her as one of America's most dependably surprising storytellers. Proving herself a brilliant thematic schizophrenic, she here combines her Catholicism, underscored by her previous first-rate fictional takes on the Gospels, and her passion for the dark. A time traveler, O'Dare touches down in Renaissance Italy, assigned by his angelic mentor the task of guarding Vitale, a desperate Jewish physician whose house is possessed by a dybbuk (ghost). Anti-Semitism and fear of demonic possession cause neighbors to feel that Vitale is gradually poisoning a patient, Niccolò. In truth, it's Niccolò's brother Lodovico who's doing the poisoning, by means of death-by-caviar. Hip to the trick, O'Dare ponders motive, and hits upon the lovely Leticia. Turns out she's Lodovico's impossible object of desire, impossible because his father, Antonio, had promised the girl to Niccolò. Hence sibling hatred. As the plot turns increasingly operatic, Antonio gets in on the Vitale-bashing, convinced that the physician's prayers to strange gods are the cause of Niccolò's dwindling health. O'Dare, the one who unravels this dastardly complexity, rights it, and then proceeds throughout the course of this lean, speedy thriller to rid the world of further horror. The plot's intense; equally so are Rice's meditations, while never breaking the seamlessness of the story line, on the nature of love and evil.

A bullet of a book—and an absolute bull's eye.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400078967
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/10/2012
  • Series: Songs of the Seraphim Series , #2
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 316,826
  • Product dimensions: 5.22 (w) x 8.52 (h) x 0.66 (d)

Meet the Author

Anne Rice is the author of thirty books. She lives in Rancho Mirage, California.
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    1. Also Known As:
      A. N. Roquelaure, Anne Rampling
    2. Hometown:
      Palm Desert, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 4, 1941
    2. Place of Birth:
      New Orleans, Louisiana
    1. Education:
      B.A., San Francisco State University, 1964; M.A., 1971
    2. Website:

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CHAPTER ONE

I DREAMED A DREAM OF ANGELS. I SAW THEM AND I heard them in a great and endless galactic night. I saw the lights that were these angels, flying here and there, in streaks of irresistible brilliance, and some as great as comets which seemed to draw so close the fire might devour me, and yet I felt no heat. I felt no danger. I felt no self.

I felt love around me in this vast and seamless realm of sound and light. I felt intimately and completely known. I felt beloved and held and part of all I saw and heard. And yet I knew I deserved nothing of it, nothing. And something akin to sadness swept me up and mingled my very essence with the voices who sang, because the voices were singing of me.

I heard the voice of Malchiah rise high and brilliant and immense as he said that I must now belong to him, that I must now go with him. That he had chosen me as his companion and I must do what he would have me do. How strong and brilliant was his voice rising higher and higher. Yet there came against him a smaller voice, tender, lustrous, that sang of my life on earth and what I had to do; it sang of those who needed me and loved me; it sang of common things and common dreams, and pitted these with faultless courage against the great things which Malchiah sought to do.

Oh, that such a mingling of themes could be so very magnificent and this music should surround and enfold me as if it were a palpable and loving thing. I lay upon the breast of this music, and I heard Malchiah triumph as he claimed me, as he declared that I was his very own. The other voice was fading but not conceding. The other voice would never concede. The other voice had its own beauty and it would go on singing forever as it was singing now.

Other voices rose; or they had been there all the while. Other voices sang all around me and of me, and these voices vied with angelic voices as though answering them across a fathomless vault. It was a weave, these voices, angelic and other, and I knew suddenly that these were voices of people praying, praying for me. They were people who had prayed before and would pray after and in the far future and would always pray, and all these voices had to do with what I might become, of what I might be. Oh, sad, small soul that I was, and how very grand was it, this burning world in which I found myself, a world that makes the very word itself meaningless as all boundaries and all measures disappear.

There came to me the blessed knowledge that every living soul was the subject of this celebration, of this infinite and ceaseless chorus, that every soul was loved as I was loved, known now as I was known.

How could it not be? How could I, with all my failures, all my bitter losses, be the only one? Oh, no, the universe was filled with souls woven into this triumphant and glorious song.

And all were known and loved as I was known and loved. All were known as even their prayers for me became part of their own glorious unfolding within this endless and golden weave.

“Don’t send me away. Don’t send me back. But if you must, let me do your Will, let me do it with all my heart,” I prayed, and I heard my own words become as fluid as the music that surrounded me and sustained me. I heard my own particular and certain voice. “I love You. I love You who made all things and gave us all things and for You I will do anything, I will do what it is You want of me. Malchiah, take me. Take me for Him. Let me do His Will!”

Not a single word was lost in this great womb of love that surrounded me, this vast night that was as bright as day. For neither day nor night mattered here, and both were blended and all was perfect, and the prayers rising and rising, and overlapping, and the angels calling were all one firmament to which I completely surrendered, to which I completely belonged.

Something changed. Still I heard the plaintive voice of that angel pleading for me, reminding Malchiah of all that I was to do. And I heard Malchiah’s gentle reproof and ultimate insistence, and I heard the prayers so thick and wondrous that it seemed I would never need a body again to live or love or think or feel.

Yet something changed. The scene shifted.

I saw the great rise of the Earth beneath me and I drifted downwards feeling a slow but certain and aching chill. Let me stay, I wanted to plead, but I didn’t deserve to stay. It was not my time to stay, and I had to feel this inevitable separation. Yet what opened now before me wasn’t the Earth of my expectations but vast fields of wheat blowing golden under a sky more vivid in the brightening sun than I had ever beheld. Everywhere I looked I saw the wildflowers, “the lilies of the field,” and I saw their delicacy and their resilience as the force of the breeze bent them to and fro. This was the wealth of the Earth, the wealth of its blowing trees, the wealth of its gathering clouds.

“Dear God, never to be away from you, never to wrong you, never to fail you in faith or in heart,” I whispered, “for this, all this you have given me, all this you have given us.”

And there followed on my whisper an embrace so close, so total, that I wept with my whole soul.

The fields grew vague and large and a golden emptiness enveloped the world and I felt love embracing me, holding me, as if I were being cradled by it, and the flowers shifted and turned into masses of colors I couldn’t describe. The very presence of colors we did not know struck me deep and rendered me helpless. Dear God, that you love us so very much.

Shapes were gone. Colors had detached themselves effortlessly from shapes, and the light itself was rolling now as if it were a soft and consuming smoke.

There appeared a corridor and I had the distinct impression, in words, that I had passed through it. And now, down the long corridor there came to me the tall slender figure of Malchiah, clothed as he always was, a graceful figure, like that of a young man.

I saw his soft dark hair, his oval face. I saw his simple dark suit with its narrow lines.

I saw his loving eyes, and then his slow and fluid smile. I saw him reach out to me with both arms.

“Beloved,” he whispered. “I need you once again. I will need you countless times. I will need you till the end of time.”

It seemed then the other voices sang from their hearts, in protest, in praise, I couldn’t tell.

I wanted to hold him. I wanted to beg him to let me stay just a little while more with him here. Take me again into the realm of the lamps of Heaven. I wanted to cry. I had never known as a child how to cry. And now as an adult, I did it repeatedly, awake and in dreams.

Malchiah came on steadily as though the distance between us was far greater than I had supposed.

“You’ve only a couple of hours before they come,” he said, “and you want to be ready.”

I was awake.

The morning sun flooded the windows.

The noise of traffic rose from the streets.

I was in the Amistad Suite, in the Mission Inn, and I was sitting back against a nest of pillows, and Malchiah sat, collected and calm, in one of the wing chairs near the cold stone fireplace and he said again to me that Liona and my son would soon come.

CHAPTER TWO
A CAR WAS GOING TO PICK THEM UP FROM THE Los Angeles airport and bring them straight to the Mission Inn. I’d told her I’d meet her under the campanario, that I’d have a suite for her and for Toby—that was my son’s name—and that I’d take care of everything.

But I still didn’t believe she’d really come. How could she come?

I’d disappeared out of her life, in New Orleans, ten years ago, leaving her seventeen and pregnant, and now I was back via a phone call from the West Coast, and when I’d found out she wasn’t married, not even engaged, not even living with someone, when I’d found that out, I’d almost passed out on the spot.

Of course I couldn’t tell her that an angel named Malchiah told me I had a son. I couldn’t tell her what I’d been doing both before and after I met that angel, and I couldn’t tell her when or how I might see her again.

I couldn’t explain either that the angel was giving me time to see her now, before I went off on another assignment for him, and when she agreed to fly out here to see me, to bring my son, Toby, with her, well, I’d been in a sustained state of jubilation and disbelief.

“Look, the way my father feels about you,” she’d said, “it’s easier for me to fly to the West Coast. And of course I’ll bring your son to see you. Don’t you think he wants to know who his father is?”

She was still living with her father, apparently, old Dr. Carpenter, as I had called him back then, and it didn’t surprise me that I had earned his contempt and scorn. I’d crept off with his daughter into the family guesthouse, and never dreamed all these years that she’d had a child as the result.

The point is: they were coming.

Malchiah went down with me to the front walk. It was perfectly plain to me that other people could see him, but he looked entirely normal, as he always did, a man of my height, and dressed in a three-piece suit pretty much like my own. Only his was gray silk. Mine was khaki. His shirt had a sheen to it, and mine was a workingman’s blue shirt, starched, pressed and finished off with a dark blue tie.

He looked to me rather like a perfect human being, his wondering eyes drifting over the flowers and the high palms against the sky as if he was savoring everything. He even seemed to feel the breeze and to glory a little in it.

“You’re an hour early,” he said.

“I know. I can’t sit still. I feel better if I just wait here.”

He nodded as though that was perfectly reasonable when in fact it was ridiculous.

“She’s going to ask what I’ve been doing all this time,” I said. “What do I say to her?”

“You’ll say only what’s good for her and for your son,” he answered. “You know that.”

“Yes, I do,” I conceded.

“Upstairs, on your computer,” he said, “there’s a long document you wrote called ‘Angel Time.’?”

“Yes, well, I wrote that when I was waiting for you to come to me again. I wrote down everything that happened on my first assignment.”

“That was good,” he said, “a form of meditation and it worked well. But Toby, no one must read that document, not now, and maybe not ever.”

I should have known this. I felt a little crestfallen but I understood. With embarrassment I thought of how proud I’d been to recount my first mission for the angels. I’d even boasted to The Right Man, my old boss, that I had changed my life, that I was writing about it, that maybe someday he’d find my real name in the bookstores. As if he cared, the man who’d sent me as Lucky the Fox to kill over and over again. Ah, such pride, but then, in all my adult life, I’d never done anything before to be proud of. And The Right Man was the only person in this world with whom I had regular conversations. That is, until I had met Malchiah.

“Children of the Angels come and go as we do,” Malchiah said, “only seen by a few, unseen and unheeded by others.”

I nodded.

“Is that what I am now, a Child of the Angels?”

“Yes,” he said, smiling. “That’s what you are. Remember it.”

With that he was gone.

And I was left realizing I had some fifty minutes to wait for Liona.

Maybe I’d take a little walk, have a soda in the bar, I didn’t know. I only knew suddenly I was happy, and I was.

As I thought about this, I turned around, and looked towards the doors of the lobby, but for no particular reason. I saw a figure there, to one side of the doors, a figure of a young man, who stood with arms folded, leaning against the wall, staring at me. He was as vivid as anything around him, a tall man like Malchiah, only with reddish blond hair, and larger blue eyes, and he wore a khaki suit identical to my own. I turned my back on him to avoid his fixed stare, and then I realized how unlikely it was that the guy should be wearing a suit exactly like mine, and staring at me like that, with an expression that was just short of anger. No, it hadn’t been anger.

I turned back. He was still staring. It was concern, not anger.

You’re my guardian angel!

He gave me a near-imperceptible nod.

A remarkable sense of well-being came over me. My anxiety melted away. I’ve heard your voice! I’ve heard you with the other angels. I was fascinated and oddly comforted, and all of this in a split second.

A little crowd of guests came out of the lobby doors, passing in front of this figure, and obscuring him, and as they turned left to go along another path, I realized he had disappeared.

My heart was skipping. Had I seen all this correctly? Had he really been staring at me, and had he nodded to me?

My mental picture of this was fading rapidly. Someone had been standing there, yes, of course, but there was no way now to check what had happened, to submit it to any kind of analysis.

I put it out of my mind. If he was my guardian, what was he doing but guarding me? And if he wasn’t, if he’d been someone else, well, what was that to me? My memory of this continued to fade. And of course, I’d settle the whole matter with Malchiah later. Malchiah would know who he was. Malchiah was with me. Oh, we are creatures of such little faith.

An extraordinary contentment filled me suddenly. You are a Child of the Angels, I thought, and the angels are bringing Liona and her son, your son, to you.

I took a long walk around the Mission Inn, thinking what a perfect cool California day it was, passing all my favorite fountains and chapel doorways and patios and curios and other such things, and it was just time then for her to have come.

I returned to the far end of the walkway, near the doors to the lobby, and I waited for two likely people to start up the path and then pause under the low arched campanario with its many bells.

I couldn’t have been there for longer than five minutes, pacing, looking around, checking my watch, moving in and out of the lobby now and then, when suddenly I realized that amid the steady flow of foot traffic along the path, there were two people standing right beneath the bells as I had asked those two people to do.

For a moment I thought my heart would stop.

I’d expected her to be pretty because she’d been pretty when she was a girl, but that had been the bud to this, the radiant flower, and I didn’t want to do anything except stare at her, to drink in the woman she’d become.

She was only twenty-seven. Even I at twenty-eight knew that’s not very old, but she had a womanly manner about her, and she was dressed in the most becoming and most finished way.

She wore a red suit, fitted at the waist and flaring over her narrow hips, with a short flared skirt that just covered her knees. Her pink blouse was open at her throat and there she wore a simple string of pearls. There was a tiny bit of pink handkerchief in her breast pocket, and her purse was patent leather pink, and so were her graceful high-heeled shoes.

What a picture she was in those clothes.

Her long full black hair was loose over her shoulders, with only some of it drawn back from her clear forehead and fixed perhaps with a barrette, the way she’d done it when she was a girl.

A sense came over me that I would remember her this way forever. It didn’t matter what would happen next or hereafter. I would simply never forget the way she looked now, so gorgeous in red, with her full and girlish black hair.

In fact a passage came to me from a film, and it’s one that many people love. It’s from the film Citizen Kane, and an old man named Bernstein speaks the passage as he reflects on memory and how things can strike us that we see for no more than a few seconds. In his case, he’s describing a young woman he once glimpsed on a passing ferryboat. “A white dress she had on,” he says, “and she was carrying a white parasol. I only saw her for one second and she didn’t see me at all, but I’ll bet a month has not gone by since that I haven’t thought of that girl.”

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  • Posted September 26, 2010

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    a terrific Christian historical metaphysical thriller

    Malchiah the angel takes former government assassin Toby O'Dare with him on the latter's second case to right historical wrongs (see Angel Time). This time he is sent back to the era of Pope Leo X in the Holy City of Rome. There he is find out what led to an angry dybbuk spirit haunting modern day Manhattan.

    Apparently in the realm of the Medici, a Jew has been accused of devilish witchcraft and murder by poison. He investigates the homicide and the accusations, which to a killing peer like Toby smells so Medici. At the same his mind wanders back to the recent revelation that he sired a son whom he just met in New York. The simple case turns darker and uglier as Toby finds himself in danger from diabolical adversaries back in fifteenth century Rome and twenty-first century Manhattan.

    The second Songs of Seraphim is a terrific Christian historical metaphysical thriller. Toby is a stronger protagonist than when he worked the Angel Time case as the audience learns somewhat of his mortal past. Fast-paced in both eras, Of Love and Evil shows Anne Rice at her best as she effortlessly guides readers back and forth between the six-centuries ago past, Roby's human period, and modern day New York in an entertaining tale.

    Harriet Klausner

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 18, 2011

    too much, for too little

    Was so disappointed! Paid 9.99 for 178 pages. I felt they took one book and split it in two to get more money from us Anne Rice fans. What a waist of money! The story was good it was a classic anne rice book. just disappointed that you had to pay double to read the rest of the book.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 6, 2011

    What a Short, Little book

    I loved the read but what a Short book. Its' only 139 pages! That's less than a dime store novel.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 31, 2010

    Anne Rice phones one in.

    The previous book, Angel Time, was a fun read and set things up. This one could well have been just another chapter on the last one. It's just one more small, short adventure. The love story takes a tiny step forward. The next assignment is completed. Anne phones in another novel. This reminds me of The Green Mile, when it came out in chapters. Except these chapters cost the price of a book. I've bought every Anne Rice novel. Even Violin. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop after this one. If she's not willing to write a real book, then I'm not willing to pay her for one. RECOMMENDATION: Don't bother.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 20, 2010

    WOW!!!!!!! FANTASTIC BOOK!!!!!

    IF I had to describe this book in just one word it wouldnt be hard at all, that word would be(WOW). Im not surprised at all, Anne Rice does it again, another fantastic book in the Songs Of The Seraphim series. To me Anne Rice is the best Author of this generation, Rich details, fantastic characters,Exellent story,incredible plot,and one hell of an ending.If you read her exellent Christ the Lord Series Out Of Egypt, And The road to Cana,you will see that these books Keep up in the Anne Rice tradition of quality. I highly recommend this and all of her work to everyone. Enjoy them.
    Peace.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2010

    Kindle version is only $9.48.

    Why is this almost $15?

    2 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 8, 2014

    Favorite author still provokes thought

    Beautiful but too short. I will always love Anne for descriptive and emotional reads.

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  • Posted May 7, 2011

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    Toby and Ankanoc

    While not as enthralling as the 1st entry in the Seraphim series, Rice's sophomore effort, "Of Love and Evil" is still quite captivating, primarily because she is so adept on taking the reader on a journey, and really illuminating the characters' vast and rich worlds, laden with their conflicts and intentions, their struggles with issues of faith and love and loyalty. I especially enjoyed the introduction of Toby's former lover, and young son in the beginning of the book, and later, the arrival of the entity Ankanoc, a supposedly rogue spirit who may or may not be a minion of Satan. I look forward to the next entry in the series, as I have really come to feel for the protagonist, Toby O'Dare.

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  • Posted January 6, 2011

    Terrific

    Once again Ann gives us a hero who is a bad boy with a complex personal history.

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  • Posted January 4, 2011

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    Short But Exciting and Enlightening In True Anne Rice Fashion!

    Anne Rice's Of Love and Evil is the second installment in her Songs of the Seraphim series. Former hired assassin Toby O'Dare's soul has been redeemed by the angel Malchiah, provided Toby use his talents in service of the angels in performing God's will. In Angel Time, the first novel in the series, Toby was hurled back in time to England where he intervened in a struggle between the Christians and the Jews. Triumphant, he was given the knowledge that he has a son, and his first meeting with his son is where Of Love and Evil begins.

    Toby O'Dare reunites with the estranged mother of the son he never knew she bore, and his love for her reignites immediately. In an emotional reconnection, the three bond while visiting a hotel in California, the same hotel where Toby committed a number of his assassinations. Although he desperately wants a permanent reunion, he fears that his past in some way could pose harm to the two people he cares about most in the world. Also, his promise to help the angel Malchiah and his inability to share this aspect of his life with the mother of his child could make a relationship impossible. As the three part ways, Malchiah appears with another mission for Toby.

    Toby is transported back in time to 1500's Rome where he becomes immersed in a fascinatingly tangled combination of familial discord and what is thought to be demonic possession of a local home. In traditional Anne Rice style, the characters are so finely developed that the heroes are loved deeply while the villains are reviled. A patriarch's son has taken ill, and it is Toby who uncovers that the son is being poisoned. He also discovers who is behind the poisoning and the motive that readers will find shocking.

    A trusted Jewish scholar and close family friend is wrongfully blamed for the events, having been accused of commiserating with demons and bringing about strife to this family's home. Toby not only must clear this innocent man's name, but he also must determine what sort of demon or spirit is possessing the family's home and wreaking havoc by hurling objects around and being outright destructive. It is exciting to see Anne Rice return to the realm of the supernatural in this novel, as her ability to portray otherworldly events is so very exquisite.

    As if the struggles of his current mission are not enough to deal with, Toby encounters a demon who is determined to tempt him from his true path. Obvious during these scenes are Rice's denouncement of New Age concepts of universal consciousness and reincarnation. Like Angel Time, Of Love And Evil is deeply steeped in Catholic tradition. Those disinterested in reading portrayals of Catholic confession and mass ceremonies may want to stay away from this novel.

    Overall, Of Love and Evil surpasses Angel Time in its excellent storytelling. Also, be ready for a cliffhanger ending!

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  • Posted December 27, 2010

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    Another Spellbinding Adventure by Rice

    No one is better than Anne Rice at combining history, adventure, and romance with the supernatural. She continues to exercise those skills in the second book of a series about a former assassin turned field agent for an angel. This time the hero travels to old Rome and discovers that demons are as real as angels. Some important spiritual ideas are considered here in the context of a suspenseful thriller. Mrs. Rice also remains in a league of her own when it comes to blurring the lines of sexual orientation and gender expectations in a way that reflects real human thought and feeling more honestly than most writers can express. It takes more balls than most can manage. Fans will only be disappointed by the brevity of this story.
    Michael Travis Jasper, Author of the Novel "To Be Chosen"

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  • Posted December 21, 2010

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    Irresistible & Completely Enraptured

    I'm a fan of Anne Rice books. For me her style of writing, and the way she tells a story are irresistible. I find myself completely enraptured in her novels. Like most of her fans, I do miss the novels of the Mayfair witches and the Vampire Lestat that she is so famous for. In my opinion, she will continue to be a talented and skilled author, and as long as she keeps writing I'm thrilled to keep reading her wonderful novels. From reading the book jacket cover, I'm excited to find that Anne Rice will be taking me back to Rome. For Toby O'Dare he will find himself torn between the future he could have with his son and the woman he once loved, and the future of being one of the Children of the Angels. Malchiah's charge and the occasional help from Toby's guardian angel, Toby travels through Angel Time. He will not only need to solve a mystery in order to answer the desperate prayers of a Jewish man, but he will face evil and a part of himself that could have been. As always Anne Rice does a fantastic job, keeping me up all night until I finish it. She concludes the second book of her series with a perfect cliffhanger that has me wanting more, and wanting it now. You will too.

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  • Posted December 21, 2010

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    Irresistible & Completely Enraptured

    I'm a fan of Anne Rice books. For me her style of writing, and the way she tells a story are irresistible. I find myself completely enraptured in her novels. Like most of her fans, I do miss the novels of the Mayfair witches and the Vampire Lestat that she is so famous for. In my opinion, she will continue to be a talented and skilled author, and as long as she keeps writing I'm thrilled to keep reading her wonderful novels. From reading the book jacket cover, I'm excited to find that Anne Rice will be taking me back to Rome. For Toby O'Dare he will find himself torn between the future he could have with his son and the woman he once loved, and the future of being one of the Children of the Angels. Malchiah's charge and the occasional help from Toby's guardian angel, Toby travels through Angel Time. He will not only need to solve a mystery in order to answer the desperate prayers of a Jewish man, but he will face evil and a part of himself that could have been. As always Anne Rice does a fantastic job, keeping me up all night until I finish it. She concludes the second book of her series with a perfect cliffhanger that has me wanting more, and wanting it now. You will too.

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