Atlanta has become the battlefield between human and demon. All her life, Evalle Kincaid has walked the line between the two. Her origins unknown, she’s on a quest to learn more about her past . . . and her future.
When a demon claims a young woman in a terrifying attack and there’s no one else to blame, Evalle comes under suspicion. Now she’s on a deadly quest for her own survival. Through the sordid underground of an alternate Atlanta where nothing is as it seems to the front lines of the city, where her former allies have joined forces to hunt her, Evalle must prove her innocence or pay the ultimate price.
But saving herself is the least of her problems if she doesn’t stop the coming apocalypse. The clock is ticking and Atlanta is about to catch fire. . . .
About the Author
Dianna Love is the New York Times bestselling coauthor of nine novels. She is a national speaker who started writing while working over a hundred feet in the air, creating marketing projects for Fortune 500 companies. When not plotting out her latest action-adventure, she travels the country on a motorcycle to meet fans and research new locations. She and her husband live near Atlanta, Georgia. Visit her website at AuthorDiannaLove.com.
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Evalle kept a city block between her and the Cresyl demon skulking along Peters Street through one of the riskier sections of downtown Atlanta after dark.
Three-in-the-morning dark. Graveyard quiet for a Sunday morning. Where were all the people leaving the bars? There should be more on the street than this.
But more importantly, who had sent a Cresyl demon into this territory—again—and why? Second time in ten days, and she wouldn’t have identified this one so quickly if not for having studied up on them after the last one showed up and ruined her day.
So many nonhumans to learn about, so little time. Especially while hunting them. But the last Cresyl sighted in Atlanta had disappeared before causing any trouble.
This time, they weren’t so lucky. A human had died, and in a suspicious manner for a demon attack. A death that meant trouble for Evalle in the worst way with VIPER.
The body of a young female had been mauled with only the heart missing. Worse had been the stink of sulfur, which told her exactly how nonhuman the attack had been. But that didn’t make sense. A demon had to ingest the entire human to take a soul, so why only one organ? Why maul the body?
It didn’t smack of demon. It smacked of the way Alterants had decimated bodies in the past.
Was someone intentionally trying to make the killing appear as though an Alterant had attacked the woman?
Or am I just being paranoid?
She wished Tzader and Quinn hadn’t both been called out of town. They could sort reality from paranoia. She hadn’t been really good at doing that for herself since surviving their escape from the Medb two years ago.
Had the Medb sent this demon?
Were they still trying to get her?
But that didn’t make sense either. Cresyls were South African and not Celtic, therefore they weren’t the kind of demon the Medb would use.
Stop with the crazy thoughts and catch that friggin’ thing sneaking around the city. If she handed proof of what had killed the human to VIPER before they opened an investigation, she wouldn’t face even suspension. If not, the first finger would point at her the minute they found out about a ripped-up human.
Always worked that way.
Guilty beyond doubt. Burden of proof on me, no matter how much I prove myself.
She’d never harmed a human, but she was an Alterant after all, profiled in the purest sense of the word as a predatory threat for nothing more than breathing their air.
Even temporary suspension would be unbearable, because it meant having her powers stripped to a minimal level. That would leave her practically defenseless in a city where preternatural beings moved silent and deadly.
Like the being that crept along steadily ahead of her.
If she ran around Atlanta without her powers, it’d be open season on her and she’d end up on a slab in the morgue next to that poor woman missing a heart.
Much as the idea of losing her powers gave her the shakes, her greater worry would be that the sudden stripping of powers might trigger an involuntary shift into her beast form out of a natural instinct to protect herself.
That would end any question of her guilt as far as VIPER was concerned, and she’d be doomed.
She’d face a room full of demons to avoid that scenario. Besides, VIPER needed her out here working. She had the best informants in the city when it came to supernatural intelligence.
That’s how she’d found this demon in so little time.
The Cresyl stumbled, caught his balance, then stopped as though stuck in place. Dividing her attention between him and her path, she barely sidestepped a pile of putrid-smelling ick on the sidewalk that he’d left in his wake.
Great … like walking behind a horse. Jeez. Didn’t they have any sense of cleanliness?
He—the demon’s gender as determined by the size of his horns—glimmered in and out of shape, appearing more as shadow and mist than anything lifelike to unsuspecting humans at three in the morning. Even through her dark sunglasses, Evalle’s natural night vision picked up his bony spine, slinking tail and leathery skin as clear as a high-resolution image.
Why was he moving at such a sluggish pace? Cresyls were generally quick and dangerous … and traveled in pairs.
Where was this one’s mate?
Which one had ripped into a human tonight …
Or had they?
Something had, and they were the most likely candidates. The remains of the young woman had shown up in the Atlanta city morgue a few hours ago. The morgue where Evalle worked part-time as a maintenance tech from ten at night until five in the morning. All agents at VIPER were expected to integrate into the community, preferably somewhere that allowed them intel on supernatural activity.
The morgue was a perfect place to be. Not just for VIPER but for her own personal reasons as well.
The dead were not a threat.
Most of the time.
And what better place to hear about unusual killings or strange DNA evidence? Being on call for early Sunday morning usually meant processing run-of-the-mill Saturday night violence, not a demon mauling. The graveyard shift supervisor who’d received the woman’s body had filed a request that animal control come inspect the ravaged body and gouged chest.
That visit wouldn’t happen until Monday during business hours. But Evalle couldn’t gamble on the possibility of VIPER finding out about the mutilation before Monday, since they had other spies with morgue access besides her.
Even if a wild animal from the zoo could have ripped the heart out of the body so cleanly, any investigator would question why an earthly predator would leave the rest of the body uneaten.
Animals tended to be sloppy killers. Demons not so much.
Everything about this death was off, didn’t fit anything she’d ever seen or heard about with regard to Cresyl demons—or any other kind, for that matter. Her Spidey sense was tingling off the charts, and she couldn’t shake the feeling this was bad for her. Real bad. Having been alone right before work, she had no alibi for the time of death.
Not paranoia. I’m being set up. I have to be. Nothing else made sense.
Quinn and Tzader would help with a minute’s notice, but they were in Charlotte, and she refused to call them like some helpless female. I came into this world alone and I can handle anything it throws at me.
And by the gods, she could handle the Cresyls.
If she didn’t make a mistake.
Or run out of time. With daylight coming in less than two hours, she’d be forced off the streets to hide from the August sun. That was why she’d faked a case of nausea at the morgue and clocked out early to go home. It wasn’t a total lie. She really was feeling sick to her stomach that someone wanted her butt in a sling.
Or more to the point, a cage.
Evalle flinched as unwanted memories tore through her with sharp talons at that thought. Nothing set off her panic attacks worse than imprisonment.
Well, there was one other matter, but she wouldn’t think about that either.
Focus. But it was hard. No matter how much she tried to keep the past buried, things like this threat unearthed her worst fears and made the old wounds burn anew.
Which was why she’d much rather battle the demons without. Once she killed them, they stayed dead. Too bad the ones inside her weren’t so cooperative. Even when she did manage to kill one, a dozen more cropped up to attack her.
As Quinn would say, bloody inconsiderate wankers.
But that was neither here nor there. She’d made the ten-minute ride to her secure apartment beneath a downtown parking deck only to pick up a weapon—the special dagger she carried, which had a bone handle carved with Celtic designs. The blade shimmered with a death spell. Badass to the extreme, it could be used to kill most demons if she stuck the blade into the creature’s forehead between where horns grew above each eye. The dagger had been a gift from Tzader after he and Quinn had saved her life in Utah.
Just one of several treasured gifts from Tzader and Quinn, with friendship and trust being the most cherished of all.
But she was on her own right now.
The demon paused in the middle of the next block at the newspaper-wrapped feet of a sleeping vagrant, a poor wadded-up piece of humanity not bothering anybody.
Was it sizing up the guy as a meal?
Evalle paused, perfectly still. Sweat trickled beneath her top to streak down the naked skin on her back and soak the top of her jeans. The back of her vintage BDU shirt stuck to her back. She wore the cotton military shirt for comfort, but nothing felt good in this heat. Her steel-toe boots were hot, but much handier and safer than sandals if someone or something wanted a throw down. She fingered the dagger in the sheath at her hip and wrinkled her nose at the sulfuric odor trailing off the demon. The odor was too faint for a demon who had eaten a human heart.
Although one of them might have discovered the magic of deodorant or perfume.
Then again, perfumed crap still stank no matter what you did.
Maybe this thing hadn’t attacked the human. She didn’t like the idea of hurting anything on purpose, but that young woman had died a hideous death, and the quickest way to find this thing’s mate would be to make him call for help.
Besides, as a VIPER agent, she was expected to do whatever it took to protect the humans from predators.
And she would.
A car turned onto the street half a mile down and headed toward her, the burned-out muffler rumbling loud in the still night. She kept her eye on the demon. The last thing she wanted to do was attack one in front of a civilian who would see the demon clearly if it solidified to do battle, but she wouldn’t let him kill the vagrant.
The demon shook his head and mumbled under his breath, then continued on as though reluctant to pass up the human.
She let out a breath of relief, but why had he passed up this chance?
When the approaching car’s headlights flashed on the demon, the creature sprinted ahead then disappeared to the left down a side street.
Evalle sucked into a recessed doorway until the car passed her then rushed forward, holding her breath as she leaped over the vagrant, who reeked of body odor and urine. Man, that stench gave the demon a run for his money in the stink department. Maybe the demon had paused to wonder if the guy was kinfolk.
At the corner, the side street turned left and shot through a dark shadow cast by buildings on each side.
The street stopped at a railway embankment.
Empty. No demon.
Damn. She couldn’t have lost him.
Evalle moved ahead carefully, sniffing for any wisp of sulfur in the air. Luckily, she caught the scent by the time she reached a weed-infested concrete pad twenty feet square at the end of the street.
The demon, now in solid form and hunched over, sat on a stack of tires, patting his scaly head above the horns. He mumbled incoherently. The scent of rotten eggs stank up the air, but the smell would be even more overwhelming at this distance if he’d fed on a human recently.
“What’re you doing here?” She spoke with authority even though she doubted he’d just blurt out the truth. Had to open the conversation with the Cresyl somehow.
He slowly lifted his head. Drool slid off one side of his wide mouth. His dull yellow eyes were unfocused. He started muttering again, a low guttural sound. “You.”
Huh? What was wrong with him? She took another step but kept a ten-foot separation. “You working with anyone?”
For a Cresyl, this one didn’t act dangerous. He acted demented … or drugged.
Or maybe sad. Could he be sad about something? And why had she sensed it? She’d have thought her emerging empathic side was more discerning. “Who killed the human?”
His eyes moved around in strange circles, then focused on her. “You.”
“Guess I should make it multiple choice. Got any more words, or do I have to buy a vowel?”
Where are you, Evalle? Tzader called to her telepathically.
Off Peters on the south side of Atlanta. Not far from where we busted that Midnight Moon Fae ring last year. Why? Where are you?
In Atlanta. What are you doing?
Thank the goddess Macha that Tzader was back. Evalle wouldn’t turn down his help. I’ve cornered a—
The demon snarled and jumped to his feet, shoulders hunched in an aggressive stance. His eyes glowed white hot. “You killed her.”
“Killed who?” She pulled out the dagger and spun it once, preparing for him to attack.
“You killed her.” He started howling, and his body shook as if reacting to a drug, but drugs didn’t work on demons, did they?
He took a step and stumbled.
Had someone cast a spell over this thing to accuse Evalle of killing the woman? “Who’s your master? Who sent you here?”
Get back to you in a minute, Tzader. Busy right now.
“She died. You. Die.” The demon launched himself at her.
He had to be talking about someone else. A Cresyl would never avenge a human.
She dodged to the right and swung around when he missed her. “Who killed the woman?”
“You.” He stumbled around and snarled.
“Could we fast-forward to a new answer?” She needed a question he couldn’t answer with “you.” “Where’s your mate?”
That had been the wrong question.
He lifted the stack of tires and threw them at her, but she was too quick and spun away.
Or he was too slow for a demon. When she stopped spinning, she faced him. He curled over his chest, moaning so pitifully she almost felt sympathy for him.
Why wasn’t his mate coming to him?
If he stopped making that horrid sound long enough to talk, she might get some answers out of him. She’d planned on his fighting her so she could catch his tail. Cresyls were like opossums. If you could wrap one’s tail around your forearm, he was under your control.
Something had screwed up his mind.
Maybe he had some kind of weird sickness. Did demons get sick? Like demon Parvo or something?
She couldn’t hurt something that wouldn’t fight her.
Evalle softened her voice and eased toward his tail as she spoke. “Look, buddy. Just tell me who sent you here and I’ll find someone to help you feel better. Or tell me where your mate is and I’ll go get her for you.”
The demon howled a screeching sound so high-pitched no human could hear it. His tail lengthened, whipping around to slap her legs out from under her. She slammed backward, her skull bouncing on the concrete.
Dazed, she blinked and touched her sunglasses, which were cockeyed on her face. No one had told her Cresyls could do that with their tails.
He dropped down over her, landing his knees on each side of her legs, arms arched above his head with claws extended to attack and a mouth full of teeth open to rip a chunk off her body.
Survival instincts shoved her mind past the pain in her head. Someone called her name from far away … or had it been Tzader in her mind?
The demon swung downward in slow motion.
She kept her eyes locked on the crazed look in his gaze. Blood rushed through her ears. Her heart pounded like war drums in her chest the closer his sharp fangs came to her face.
At the last minute, she whipped the dagger up in both hands and stabbed him in the forehead.
Putrid yellow dust swirled, then disintegrated, confirmation he hadn’t killed a human. If he had, she’d have been able to capture his essence in her fist before it disappeared.
Crud. No evidence. She had to get the other demon.
“Couldn’t you wait until I got here?” an angry male voice yelled from the alley.
She rolled over and pushed up to her knees to find Tzader running toward her. He had on a T-shirt, jeans and boots that were all so dark she’d never have seen him with normal vision.
Dusting off her jeans, she stood. “No, I couldn’t wait.”
“What’s the point of saving your butt in Utah if you’re going to put it at risk every time we turn our backs?”
“Can we not have this argument again?” She would forever be appreciative to Tzader and Quinn for saving her life and guarding her secret, but they were like two overprotective brothers at times.
Most of the time.
“This was just a Cresyl, and a whacked one at that.”
One of Tzader’s eyebrows rose in question. He crossed his arms. “So you fell down on the ground to even the odds?”
Rather than admit she’d made a tactical error no trained warrior should by underestimating her opponent, she shrugged. “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“What was the rush?”
She told him about the body at the morgue. “I didn’t find out who sent the demon and I can’t prove that any Alterant—including me—is innocent of killing that human until I get that second Cresyl.”
Another Alterant surfacing wouldn’t draw the attention away from her either. In fact, it created more problems. Things had been quiet for a long time, but two months ago a new Alterant had shifted and attacked humans. Evalle had been brought into VIPER once again and questioned extensively about her ability to prevent involuntary shifting. In reality, Sen—the top dog at VIPER—had been trying to catch her in a lie so that he could put her in protective custody.
Protective? Yeah, right.
Tzader sent his gaze up at the sky that was lightening by the minute. “You’re running out of time.”
“I realize that. Now that you’re back, we can split up and search.” She started walking toward Peters.
He fell into step beside her. “I can’t go hunting yet. I came back to meet someone who has a lead on the Belador traitor.” They had yet to identify the bastard who’d betrayed them.
Two years … Two friggin’ years and they weren’t a bit closer than they’d been while shackled in the cave. Meanwhile a traitor was moving undetected in their ranks, and who knew who else he’d killed and betrayed.
“That’s great.” She’d wondered many a night if they’d ever find out who’d betrayed them in Utah. Whoever it was, they were resourceful and smart.
“It would be great if I didn’t have to worry about you out here on your own chasing demons. Give me an hour to make this meeting and we’ll go together.”
Was he nuts? She looked up at the pale night sky again. “Don’t have an hour. Clock’s ticking and I can handle a Cresyl demon. If VIPER gets word of this first, you know what they’ll do to me. Sen has zero tolerance for anything with my name on it.” She stopped at the corner, her hand automatically at rest on the dagger handle.
“I doubt he’ll hear about the killing before Monday. We’ll find the other demon first.”
“What if we don’t, Z? What if he does find out before Monday?”
Tzader looked away, bitter worry clouding his gaze. “Then I’ll make sure Brina knows. She’ll be there for you.”
Yeah, right. She’d sooner trust a cottonmouth not to bite her in the woods.
Evalle didn’t consider Brina as supportive and benevolent as Tzader did, not when it came to Alterants. Brina was the counterpart to Sen, since they were both in liaison positions, but with one difference. Whereas Brina was an advocate when acting as liaison between Beladors and their goddess Macha, Sen was strictly a conduit between VIPER agents and the Tribunal.
Sen enforced Tribunal decisions. No advocacy.
Especially not where Evalle was concerned.
Macha and her Beladors had to abide by Tribunal decree. To go against it would turn all Beladors into enemies of the VIPER coalition. They would all be marked as outlaws and ordered for execution. If that happened, Evalle’s tribe would battle on all fronts, not just with predatory nonhumans and other powerful beings.
She shuddered at that thought. “Brina would never speak up for me.”
“Have a little faith in her. She will intervene if I tell her you didn’t shift and kill a human.”
And Evalle was supposed to trust in that? She could feel the prison door already closing on her.
She clenched the handle of her dagger. “I might show faith in Brina if she’d ever shown some in me without you asking for it first. Regardless, she can’t stop the suspension. If I don’t find proof of what really did the killing, I am screwed. You know what VIPER will do if I don’t find the flaming demon to prove otherwise.” She held up her hand when Tzader’s eyes thinned to his look of lecture mode. “Neither of us has time for this argument, and I’m not walking into VIPER without something in hand to prove my innocence. Call me after your meeting and we’ll team up.”
“I can hunt after daylight, so don’t take any chances. Do you even know where the other Cresyl is?”
“Not yet, but I will soon even if I have to rattle every Nightstalker in the city.” But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. She’d try Grady first.
Even though he was a pain in the butt and made her work for every piece of intel she squeezed out of the old ghoul, he was one of the best informants when it came to anything supernatural.
Tzader looked around the street, taking stock of everything seen and unseen. “Your bike in the area?”
“Parked on the next block.” Her cell phone buzzed with a text message. She reached to pull the phone from the back pocket of her jeans.
He checked his watch. “I gotta go or I’ll be late. I’ll call you soon as I’m free, but worst case I’ll swing by your place after daylight.”
“Okay.” She lifted the phone into view as Tzader’s swiftly moving form disappeared in seconds. The text was from Kellman, one of two teenage male witches who lived on the streets because they had no family and no coven.
The message was simple: SOS … demon.
She took off running and punched up the GPS program Quinn had installed in her phone that would trace back a cell call to a location.
Please, please let the demon threat be the Cresyl’s mate. For once in her life, let her be lucky …
With fewer than ten demons seen in this region in a year, that was a good bet.
At the next intersection, she hung a left and pulled out her remote key, pressing it when she got within fifty feet of her motorcycle, a metallic gold Suzuki GSX-R. She adored her gixxer, which bolted down the highway like a bullet. The headlight flashed once, scaring away the vagrants huddled around the bike. She kinetically freed her full-face helmet from where it was hooked over the mirror on the handlebar and strapped it on as she straddled the bike, then fired up the engine.
Pulling away from the curb, she rolled on the throttle sharply. The front tire lifted off the ground for fifty feet.
In twelve minutes, she was cruising along Metropolitan Parkway. She turned onto the cross street indicated on her cell phone, drove a quarter mile and stopped in front of a brick building for a trucking firm that was closed on Sundays according to the schedule on the door. She listened for the boys above the low buzz of her engine.
But that being said, the air reeked of a distinct sulfur stench.
Strong. Vibrant. Deadly.
The smell of well-fed demons.
And inside were two scared kids….
© 2010 Sherrilyn Kenyon
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
They've knocked it out of the park with this one. This is the best book I've read in years--and that's across all genres. I've been a fan of Sherrilyn Kenyon and Dianna Love's BAD agency series for a while now. I was so surprised to find their blended writing voices so compelling, and can't wait for each new installment in that series. But to be honest, I was worried about this new Belador series because it's urban fantasy, and I've read some UF that I really don't like. I had NO reason to worry. I got this book as an advance copy at an event I attended in Atlanta. The writing is fast-paced, and the characters are the most compelling of any this duo has created. You will fall in love with Evalle, Tzader, Quinn and the rest of the Belador warriors. I'm not giving spoilers, but just WAIT until you meet Feenix. And Grady. OMG. I read this book the first night I got it--stayed up all night--and I've read it again since then. These authors have won me to urban fantasy with their awesome world and characters. Kenyon and Love have hit their stride with the Beladors. This is a must-read.
Absolutely love this book. Blood Trinity rocks! I couldn't put it down once I started reading it and stayed up all night reading this book. I really can't wait to read more books in this new series!
I have to preface this by saying I've never before felt so negatively about a book that I felt the need to review it. Typically I'm a read and let read sort of person. But this book was so poorly written, with juvenile spelling choices and a huge over-population of characters, that it nearly demands comments from me. The protagonist, Evalle, is completely unbelievable. The plot jumps randomly from place to place, with no cohesiveness, and has huge, gaping holes that lack information that would pull the book together.Why, for instance, does Evalle feel so strongly about upholding a vow toward the people who have treated her badly? And why does she have a gargoyle? The "cute" spellings (Nyght for Night and Feenix for Phoenix) are immensely patronizing to the reader. Being a bit of a fan for Sherrilyn Kenyon and having read several of her books, I was definitely disappointed with this book and have no interest in reading more of the series.
I'm a big Briggs fan and have just found another series to read. Great action and characters. I like the idea of three main characters - Evalle, Tzader and Quinn. It offers a lot of possibilities with future stories. Thumbs up on this one.
I got this book in the mail yesterday and I stayed up all night to finish it. What I love most about Blood Trinity is that it has an original, fresh approach to the paranormal. If you ask me, this is one of the best urban fantasy books out there and I'm anxiously awaiting book #2!
I get annoyed every time i see a kenyon book with diana love stamped on it. she may be a great author on her own and i can't blame her for ruining a kenyon book as i donot know who does what...that being said anything that kenyon puts out solo i have found readable and most of the time enjoyable i have not been able to get through even one joint effort book. maybe im just too used to her unique style
Blood Trinity is the first in the new Belador series and introduces us to a world where there are demons and supernatural beings from different worlds walking among us. The ability to move to our time and to the past also exists and is wielded by the more powerful beings. The supernatural beings are largely hidden -- they have developed ways to communicate and to keep their identity from the regular humans just as the Beladors strive to protect all humans. This world is not without discrimination and strife and intrigue. We learn that those of mixed heritage are not just looked down upon but mistrusted. Evalle Kincaid is the first person of mixed heritage that we meet and our first impression of her is that she's terrified that the others will learn of her difference. Despite the personal risks that she faces, she is willing to divulge this "flaw" to save the lives of the other Beladors. Kincaid proves herself to be honorable, brave and loyal -- while those who claim her loyalty have been weak. Without disclosing what happens, the book involves a powerful object with a will of its own, historical enemies that have suddenly acquired power, and personal rivalry that puts cooperation at risk. There are undertones of romance and satisfying action scenes. Overall, Blood Trinity is a gripping start to a new series. I look forward to reading more about Evalle Kincaid and the next installment in the Belador series. ISBN-10: 1439155828 - Mass Market Paperback $7.99 Publisher: Pocket; Original edition (October 19, 2010), 528 pages. Review copy provided by the publisher.
Blood Trinity is the first book in the new Belador series by Sherrilyn Kenyon and Dianna Love. I was very excited about starting this book. The Belador series is about several new species never heard of before making the series totoally original. Evalle, the main character, is a mix of two powerful species which makes her very strong and dangerous with special powers of her own. Unfortunately, most of her tribe treat her as an outsider and look for every opportunity to put her back in a cage. Evalle trusts noone in the beginning but as the story progresses she finds that she can trust a few and needs their trust in order to find out the truths about what's really going on. Someone is in Atlanta trying to set her up so that she's given the ultimate punishment, worst than death. Evalle is partnered up with a man named Storm that has special powers of his own such as the ability to tell if your lieing. Evalle of course takes offense and thinks that he is sent to spy on her and get proof that shes a danger to society. She is also attracted to this mysterious man and wants so badly to trust him but knows that she can't, even after he has helped her keep her secrets several times. You are going to feel touched by Evalle's character because she is innocent but being blamed or suspected for everything. This book was exciting, suspenseful, well written, full of action and a great typical urban fantasy. The worldbuilding was done in a way that I never felt overwhelmed with all the different species and such. I would reccommend this book to fans of urban fantasy. This book contains no sexual interations except a few kisses so if you like a clean story this book is for you. Having said that I liked this book but I didn't love it. I love romance and I always have trouble with urban fantasies because of this. Urban Fantasies rarely have strong romance elements. But, I still know a great story when I read one so don't forget to check out this book.
As they have done for centuries, the Belador protect humans from the others like demons. However, the Belador are not a tolerant species as half-breed Evalle Kincaid knows s first hand; being a scorned outsider by those she has lived with all her life. In fact, Evalle knows most of the tribe would prefer her dead or locked away as a half-breed is distrustful worthless trash and she more so as her heritage is unknown. A demon attacks and claims a young woman. With no one else to blame, the tribe points at Evalle as a convenient scapegoat. Now she must prove her innocence knowing a clans person set her up and betrayed the tribe. At the same time Atlanta burns as rumor flies of an ancient powerful magical artifact surfacing. While her former tribe mates chase her in the underground of Atlanta, Evalle must prevent the day of reckoning that will begin the end of days for humans and Beladorans if demons obtains the magical stone before she possesses it and finds someplace safe to leave it. The opening to the world of Belador is an exhilarating romantic urban (and rural) fantasy that makes this new realm seem real especially the interweaving in Utah and Atlanta. The story line contains several subplots that come together into a delightful cohesive tale though at times can be slowed down with the depth of this realm created by Sherrilyn Kenyon and Dianna Love. Still with a strong cast especially the beleaguered outcast who has to save the world before she can save herself, fans will enjoy this terrific saga. Harriet Klausner
I normally enjoy Sherrilyn Kenyon and have enjoyed her Dark Hunter series but this book was just all over the place with no hint of which direction it wanted to take.
As a big fan of Sherrilyn Kenyon's I was very excited to hear about this new series with the popular Dianna Love. Blood Trinity is the first book in the Belador Series and I have to say that I was blown away by this book. I literally sat down and did not stop reading till I was done with it (and by that time it was almost 3am on a work night). The world building was amazing - it was so unique and detailed that you could get lost in that alone. The characters Evalle, Tzader, Quinn, and a few others were unforgettable. And although I would not call this a romance, the little inkling of romance that was interspersed in the storyline was irresistible. The story is action-packed with all sorts of danger, twists and turns. It was absolutely amazing and one that I would whole-heartedly recommend to fans of urban fantasy and sci-fi. A great read!
Evalle is an anomaly among anomalies. She has a heritage that links her to the Belador tribe, but is treated like an outcast because of her lack of pure blood. To others she is known as an Alterant. This is the name given to half-breed Beladors who have the ability to shift into a beast and endanger society. Evalle has no idea what else her genetic makeup is composed of. She was raised by an aunt who kept her locked in the basement, and her lips sealed shut when it came to questions about Evalle¿s absent parents. Evalle now works for an organization that helps to keep the non-humans in Atlanta under control. She also continues to try to prove herself to her tribe. Evalle is constantly trying to show them she isn¿t like the others that have been locked away, and that she has control over the beast inside her. Now a suspicious murder has taken place, and Evalle will have to prove yet again she wasn¿t involved, while also preventing the foreseen destruction of the world as she knows it.Main character Evalle is definitely a card carrying member of the Badass Chick Club. Not only does she ride a motorcycle and have a gargoyle for a pet, but she takes crap from no one. I loved her sassiness, and how she continually gave those that wanted to take her down the finger (figuratively speaking of course), all while showing little regard for the position of authority they held My favorite part is that underneath the tough exterior she was a bit of a softie when it comes to those she holds dear. Always true to her word, and willing to do anything to save a friend or the tribe who merely tolerated her. This book had a lot of characters. Some may consider this a fault, but I felt the authors did what was needed to set us up for a very intricate world. With over 500 pages full of nonstop action, character backgrounds, and world building we get a very extensive look into the alternate Atlanta. Imagine my surprise when I reached the end as quickly as I did. I didn¿t want to put this one down, and the 500+ pages flew by. My only complaint, and what held me back from giving it 5 stars is that at times I felt like I was missing ¿something¿. When a few of the characters were introduced I felt like I should be aware of their past relationships with other characters. It had me wondering if this was a spinoff of another series. While browsing Ms. Love¿s website, I discovered there is a short story featuring characters from Blood Trinity. I plan to track down a copy so I can get a little more background on the characters in this series.In Blood Trinity, Dianna Love and Sherrilyn Kenyon have teamed up to bring us an exciting new Urban Fantasy series. They took the Urban Fantasy genre and made it their own with preternatural characters I haven¿t seen in other UF novels. I loved the pet gargoyle, Feenix, even if he had a bit of a potty mouth ;) The world they all inhabit was brilliantly complex. Filled with fiction as well as references to the lore of many different cultures. Blood Trinity is s a fascinating read that kept me turning the pages wanting more. I¿m eager to see where this series takes us next.
liked the book. don't want to wait a year till the next one comes outo find out what happens next. fun new characters with new powerst lot of mysteries around every character.
Review courtesy of All Things Urban FantasyTwo authors collaborating on a single book can either produce something extraordinary as in the case of all the Ilona Andrews books or something truly abysmal as in the case of BLOOD TRINITY.Oh wow is this book a mess. Two authors apparently means no editor. The writing is clunky and extremely redundant. Did these authors not communicate at all? It¿s almost as if they each wrote this story and instead of editing the best parts from each into a single book, they just shuffled the scenes together so that every bit of information gets relayed twice, or even three times:"...She'd have to come up with a believable reason for taking off to meet [name omitted] by four thirty, which was only a few hours away.And before that she needed to come up with a reason why her aura wasn't human. Luckily [name omitted]¿s phone had buzzed less than a heartbeat after his declaration that her aura didn't appear human. She had no idea what it'd been about, but it'd caused him to excuse himself and take off immediately.She had a couple hours to come up with some way to explain her nonhuman aura." ¿BLOOD TRINITY pg. 218And the whole book is like that. Worse still, it¿s totally confusing. in 500+ pages the basic world is never explained. What¿s a Belador? Couldn¿t tell you. What¿s an Alternant? Not real clear on that either. Maybe all of that got explained in the super secret novella that was released in 2008 but no where alluded to in this book?Beyond the embarrassing writing, the book was a mess of clichéd characters and mismatched mythology. BLOOD TRINITY opens with a cool introduction and bonding between three supernatural characters: Evalle, a mutt Alterant (half Belador, half ?) and two full Beladors. I assumed theses three would be the leads in the book. Nope. Evalle is the protagonist but the other two get relegated to tiny mental phone calls and maybe one or two actual scenes. Maybe they¿ll be getting their own books in this series.I thought at least I¿d get a good romance out of BLOOD TRINITY, I mean this is a Sherrilyn Kenyon book. Wrong again. The only positive thing I can say about this book is that the plot never drags. There are plenty of supernatural action scenes that inject some much needed life into this otherwise totally botched paranormal thriller. More books are planned for this series starting with EVE OF DESCTRUCTION in Fall 2011. I can only hope they get better.Sexual Content: References to rape. Kissing.
I went into this book totally expecting not to like it, but totally loved it. I received this book as a review copy. The day I got it my mom took it home with her since I was reading other stuff. She brought it back the next day and didn't speak very highly of it. I picked it up that night anyway wanting to find out what she didn't like about it since we usually have the same taste. The story moved at a fast pace and was interesting. In the first chapter you¿re not quite sure what¿s going on I kept thinking this can't be the first book but it is. This is what my mom didn't like she thought there was not enough explanation in the beginning. You¿re not quite sure what Evalle Kincaid is you know she is part Belador but not what else is mixed in her blood. She is on the fringe of Belador society treated as an outcast and lucky to not be in a cage. She finds herself being framed for the murder of a young girl and only has a couple of days to solve the murder or she will be caged. There are however more pressing matters also going. Evalle and her fellow warriors must find a stone before it causes a war that will eradicate her people. What I didn¿t like was a problem I have with many urban fantasy or paranormal romances. At some point in Evalle¿s life she has been sexually assaulted by a doctor who used to take care of her. Why I ask does the main character have to be sexually abused or raped for her to be a strong character who will never let anyone get them down again. Why can¿t she just be a kick as Belador because that¿s who she is. Women can have inner strength without some major life altering event like rape. Shame on your Dianna Love and Sherrilyn Kenyon. She could have been exactly the same person because of the was she was treated by her people without the teenage sexual assault. Overlooking the past sexual assault I really and truly enjoyed this book. I can't wait to read the next book to find out who Evalle ends up with.
I love this series. Have them all.
Ended up hooked. Can't wait for next chapter to come out.
Beladors Book One Evalle Kincaid is having a pretty bad week. She's trying to find out who is behind the attack on a human woman that is made to look like an Alterant attack, save two young witches, and work with VIPER to find a mystical stone lost in Atlanta two years ago. When she is called before a Tribunal because another female Alterant has shifted, she loses what little hope she had. Paired with an unknown entity, Storm, she searches for the Ngak Stone and a way to save herself at the same time. If you're looking for a new urban fantasy series with different heroes and monsters than usual, this is the book for you!
Ditto on female hero