Death Doesn’t Bargain is the second historical fantasy title in New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Deadman’s Cross series. Where Deadmen tell their tales, and every soul is damned or redeemed by the final choices they make.
The Deadmen are back…
But so are the demons who have broken free of their eternal prison and are bent on mankind’s destruction. The worst of the lot is Vine, determined to claim their lives for taking hers. She will see the world burn…and has the perfect lure to destroy them all. One of their own.
Kalder Dupree has never known a day of mercy. Born to the cruelest of mer-races, he sacrificed himself for his crew and is in Vine’s hands. He expects no mercy or rescue.
Yet Cameron Jack is determined to set Kalder free. As a Hellchaser, it’s her calling, and she cannot allow even a not-so-innocent to be tortured for an act of kindness that spared her damnation.
To defeat evil, it sometimes takes an even worse evil, and Cameron is willing to do whatever she must to make this right. If Vine thought she had her hands full before, she hasn’t seen anything nearly as powerful as Cameron’s resolve.
About the Author
SHERRILYN KENYON is a multiple New York Times bestselling author, her most recent bestseller is Deadmen Walking, the first book in her Deadman's Cross series, which became a New York Times bestseller in May, 2017. This extraordinary author continues to top every genre in which she writes. More than 60 million copies of her books are in print in more than one hundred countries. Her current series include Deadman's Cross, The Dark-Hunters, The League, and Chronicles of Nick. Her Chronicles of Nick and Dark Hunter series are soon to be major media productions.
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North Bimini, 1717
"Welcome to Hell, Mr. Death."
"Deeth!" William corrected habitually, knowing his dark and deadly captain couldn't care less how to properly pronounce his name. Cantankerous tosslington did it apurpose, as he lived to rankle everyone around him, especially his crew.
Proof to that point came as an amused, sharp glint in the depths of Bane's demonically red eyes.
Even so, and ever reckless in the face of imminent threat, Will cocked a brow at the aptly named Devyl Bane and his screwy sense of humor as they approached a dingy yellow building in the middle of a rain-soaked street in the Bahamas. Only as they neared civilians whom they were supposed to hide their preternatural existence from did Devyl dampen the hue of his eyes from red to black.
"Interesting way to open up a conversation there, Captain. Feel like you ought to have some sort of evil laugh to punctuate it. You know? Just for affectation."
With a wicked grin to make Old Scratch proud, Bane clapped him on his shoulder. "Not really." He jerked his bearded chin toward the devil-emblazoned tavern sign over their heads. "Name of the place. Hell's Underbelly. I's merely welcoming you to it, since we should be at home here. Though this one seems a mite tame when compared to the one Thorn dredged us from."
It did, indeed. In spite of the rough drunkard who was thrown through the doors by two burly blokes to land sprawling at their feet.
Devyl didn't break his stride as he casually stepped over the battered man's prone body and entered the dark tavern.
Unsure of how he felt about the captain's disregard of the drunkard's plight, William skirted around the side of the unfortunate man and followed the captain in, where he was met by the sound of shrill revelry and foul curses.
Then he rethought his earlier assumption about the place, since it smelled about the same as the sulphuric pits they'd once called home.
Rotten, unwashed humans ...
Rotten, farting demons ...
Both disgusting in equal measure.
Only difference was killing demons, unlike humans, didn't get you damned to hell, it got you liberated out of it. Hence why they were here.
Save some humans. Kill some demons.
Same mission. Different day.
Or was it different mission, same day? Here lately, it was getting harder to tell those two apart.
Maybe they were in hell again, after all ...
It'd be just the kind of sinister trap Lucifer might concoct as punishment for them. Old Scratch was a treacherous blighter that way.
Suddenly, Will's gut was tight enough to form a lump of coal at the thought.
"What'd you do to poor Will now, Captain? He looks like you just gave him watch duty over Mr. Meer's nastiest boots."
Will stepped back as Cameron Jack joined their meager company. Dressed as a lad in a red linen coat and tan breeches, the lady held a quiet, respectful grace. Her dark chestnut hair was pulled back into a circumspect queue and hidden beneath a sharp black tricorne that accentuated her pretty, angular features. How he'd ever mistaken her for a man, he couldn't fathom nowadays.
Yet the first time they'd met, he'd definitely been fooled by her boyish garb and sharp, crisp mannerisms.
Only Devyl had known that night in the back room of a Port Royal tavern. He'd blame it on the dim lighting, but then no one got anything past their captain.
"What kept you?"
Cameron passed a small parcel to him. "Lady Belle told me to give this to you. She said the one to be bartered with will require it."
There was no missing the guilt in her eyes as she spoke those words, and none could blame her there. Their missing crewmember, Kalder Dupree, was only trapped in hell now because he'd swapped places to free her and her brother.
Since then, they'd all been desperate to get him out. Having been abandoned and betrayed by their families and the world, none of them were willing to do it to each other.
The Deadmen were their own family now. Not crew or shipmates.
Family. One and all. Brothers. Sisters. And crazy uncles they had to keep from drinking too much on holidays and special occasions. With a tighter bond than any born of the same womb could ever achieve.
And their rebirths had been no less painful.
Devyl took her parcel and tucked it into a leather pouch that dangled from his belt. "Let's see this met. It's time we brought our brother home."
William didn't speak. There was nothing to say, as he concurred with that. Yet there was a feeling in the air and in his gut that he couldn't quite shake. A sense of mistrustful unease. As if someone had walked upon his grave again.
You're being paranoid.
Perhaps. But that was a normal state for the likes of them. And given what unholy threats they faced on a routine basis, none could find fault there. Hard to relax your guard when there were devils and demons abounding. All out to steal or devour your soul and end your life.
"Head! Get some good head here! Big head. Little head. Matters naught! I've something for every budget, mates! Just tell me what's your pleasure!"
Stunned completely, William drew up short. It took him a second to realize the man yelling had a basket of shrunken heads he was peddling to the occupants, who were basically ignoring his grisly wares.
Arching his brow as the grimy man brushed rudely against them without a polite acknowledgment, Devyl swept his hand over the shrunken, leathery offerings. The instant he did so, their shriveled mouths opened.
As did their eyes.
With an echoing shriek, the man dropped the basket of heads, which began singing hymns a cappella like a bunch of Sunday Protestants, and ran for the door.
William snorted. "You're an evil bugger, Captain."
"Merely putting the fear of God into him, Mr. Death. Besides, it's what he gets for soliciting head in a public place. I'm just trying to keep the pub decent for hardworking sailors."
As if! William laughed while Cameron let out a squeak of horror at his indelicate language.
"Well, well," a deep, sultry voice said beside them. "I can see the rumors that your newly married state has mellowed you have been greatly exaggerated. You're still the same rotten beast, mon cher, you've always been."
All the humor died on Bane's face. A tic started in his jaw. "Menyara. You old sea hag. What are you doing here?"
Will blinked, then blinked again and rubbed his eyes that had to be deceiving him.
Unless Bane was drunk, and the man had never been such that Will had ever witnessed, there was nothing old or ugly about the tiny little island woman in front of them. Indeed, her caramel skin was flawless. Her braided hair intertwined with expensive beads and colorful ribbons. And though she barely reached mid-chest on him, her voluptuous body said she was certainly no girl, yet by no means was she matronly.
Fortunately, she took Bane's insult in stride. "Is that any way to greet an old friend, cher?"
"Friends? You stabbed me. Thrice."
Unabashed, she smiled as she brushed her hand over his arm in a tender gesture of affection. "Well, what did you expect? Your army was destroying mine. I had to do something to distract you before you killed every last one of my soldiers."
With a rude dismissive noise, he stepped back to make room for Cameron. "And that's why you sent an innocent young girl to me? Punishment or revenge?"
"Neither. I knew you would protect her."
"Hell of a gamble, given my proclivity for feasting on the hearts of innocents."
Menyara inclined her head to him. "Not when I knew how much you loved your sister. And I was right. You protected our Miss Cameron. As I knew you would. Thank you for not disappointing me."
Bane made a gruff "heh" sound in the back of his throat. "You still haven't
answered me question. Why are you here?" "To warn you."
He passed an annoyed do-you-see-what-I-mean glare at William. "About?" he prompted when she failed to continue her sentence.
And even then Menyara waited before she answered. "Kadar knows the truth about your missing mermaid ... and so does Shyamala."
The blood drained from his face at those ominous words. "Do they have him?"
"Not yet. But they're trying to find him, same as you."
"Who's Kadar and Shyamala?" William asked, baffled by the unfamiliar names. And he wasn't the only one. Cameron didn't appear any more familiar with them than he was.
Devyl ground his teeth. "Only the deepest, darkest evil you can imagine. They were the snake in the Garden of Eden, Mr. Death. The shiver that goes down your spine whenever you think you're being watched in the night. They are the whisper that tempts good men to the animal side of corruption. That lapse of conscience that drives humanity to do its worst."
"Oh, fun! Sounds like our kind of people."
But the grim expression on Devyl's face said that he didn't appreciate Will's sarcasm.
"Actually, they were once Du's people. He fought long and hard for their cause and killed many in their name."
That took the humor right out of William's spirit. "Beg pardon?" Menyara nodded. "Your good captain once led his army for them."
"And what did it get me? A knife in me gullet and bled out at the feet of the bitch who betrayed me to serve them, until I killed her and locked her in a special hell for it."
The same hell that was now breaking open and that they had hopefully sent Vine back to when they'd killed her for trying to murder Bane's new wife, Mara.
The Carian Gate.
His eyes flared as he stepped back. "Come, Lady Cameron and Mr. Death, let's see about our mission."
As he started away, Menyara stopped him. "Before you leave, there's something else I must tell you."
Devyl placed his hand high on his black baldric of three flintlocks. "And that is?"
Menyara turned toward William with a beautiful, dazzling smile. Beguiling and sweet. Without a word, she approached him slowly and reached for his belt.
Stunned, he didn't move. Not until she reached for his daggers. In one fluid motion, she grabbed them, kicked him back, and spun toward Devyl.
As she closed the distance between them, her entire being changed from the petite Menyara into a tall, graceful, red-headed beauty.
William gasped as he realized that this was Devyl's ex-wife they'd destroyed.
Or at least, they thought they had.
How was this possible? Even though the Carian Gate had broken open, how could she have returned to life?
Yet there was no denying that this was the very sorceress they'd fought, and she was back from her grave to take vengeance on them all for killing her.
Hissing, she rushed at Devyl. "You didn't end me, you worthless bastard! But I will see you back to hell for what you've done! And I plan to send that sniveling little Myrcian bitch there with you!"CHAPTER 2
Cameron Jack cursed as Captain Bane was forced to reveal his powers before the humans in the pub. Something strictly forbidden to them by Thorn. The Hellchasers and Deadmen were to never let a mortal know they'd been brought back to life under any circumstances. Nor were they to put their preternatural abilities on display for the public.
Never mind the laws that governed her own breed of Necrodemians, or Hell-Hunters as they were more commonly known. The Sarim Council that she and her brother answered to had an even stricter code of conduct they were required to follow.
The worst rule being that Hell-Hunters couldn't fight dirty.
For any reason.
Or endanger a human life, or reveal their powers to mundanes.
Yet had the captain failed to reveal his powers, Vine would have consumed them with her unholy fire that she launched behind the daggers.
But by unleashing his fire, the captain deflected hers with his own. The humans ran, screaming, for cover.
Wiser ones, for the door.
Sad to say, Cameron wasn't so smart. She chose to stay and fight, as was her nature. But then that was all she'd ever known. Fighting ran thick within her Celtic blood. And twice as deep in her Necrodemian bloodline. So she unsheathed her sword and made ready to cover the good captain's back with William as more of Vine's allies moved in for them.
"Well," William said to her. "Makes me so glad I volunteered for this, eh? Could have stayed onboard the ship with Bart, Kat, and Simon and the rest. But, nay. Had to stick me foot in the fodder. 'Got your back, Captain,' had to say. Aye, a fool I be for sure, and then some. Next time I speak up, Miss Jack, feel free to run me through and save these devils the trouble of it."
Laughing at his surly tone that belied the fact he was loyal to the bone and meant none of it, she parried against the first demon to reach her and twisted away from the beast. "If there is a next time, Mr. Death. Not so sure we'll make it out." She barely caught the next demon as he tried to sink his fangs into her shoulder. Luckily, she beheaded the beast before he drew her blood and turned her into who knew what.
Then, kicking up the abandoned heads the peddler had left behind, she let them sink their fangs into the wanker, who screeched mightily from the pain of their bites.
"Anyone have a good idea on how to survive this?" she asked while Captain Bane continued to fight with his ex-wife. And if they'd fought like that while married, it was easy to see how their marriage had ended in murder.
William knocked his opponent into the fire. The demon shrieked then burst into flames. Cinders rained down all over them and threatened to set fire to the pub. "I vote we join a new crew. Preferably a human one that hell itself isn't trying to kill at every turn. That should increase our chances of survival exponentially."
She snorted, knowing he was japing. "Aye, but it won't redeem your soul, now, will it?"
And unlike her and the captain, Will wasn't free to leave the Sea Witch's crew. The Deadman's mark on his wrist bound him tight to their enchanted band and prevented him from seeking new company until he'd regained his freedom from Thorn's bargain. Not that it mattered.
When it came to the Deadmen who sailed onboard the Sea Witch, they weren't about to abandon each other, no matter what. Through thick and thin, and demons galore, they were one united insane family.
At least that was her thought until the demon in front of her burst apart with a stench so foul it caused her to choke and gasp. Ugh! Never had she smelled anything more putrid, and given some of the hovels where she and her brother had taken refuge after their parents had orphaned them, that said a lot.
"You were saying, Miss Jack?" Will taunted her as he rested his sword on his shoulder. Pressing his hand to his nose, he made a face she was sure mirrored her own distaste of the stench. "I'm really not seeing much difference between here and hell lately."
Honestly? Neither was she.
And it was indeed getting harder and harder to tell the demons from the humans at times, too. Which made her wonder at their mission. Why were they bothering to save a world that seemed hell-bent on remaking itself into the very visage of what they were trying to save it from?
Don't forget, you're not fighting for the world right now....
True. Right now, she was fighting for the man who'd traded his life for hers. And that one decent, selfless act needed to be repaid in kindness, not treachery.
Kalder deserved to be rescued and not abandoned. She would not do to him what everyone else had done.
I will keep me word to you, Kalder. We will find you.
If she had to break hell itself open and battle Lucifer to bring Kalder home, she would.
And so Cameron renewed her fight against their enemies so that they could quickly behead the last three demons before they claimed another innocent human life or soul.
Or even one of their not-so-innocent ones.
Leaving only Vine to be dealt with.
Her breathing ragged, the Titian-haired demon curled her lips at them. Vine was a great beauty, Cameron would give her that. It was easy to see why the captain had been duped into marrying her.
Easier still to see how he'd been blinded enough to drop his guard long enough in their marriage that she'd been able to kill him.
But Devyl Bane was no longer under her spell, and no longer was he fooled by her charms or enchantments.
"You always favored your little water pet. And Kalder will pay dearly for your defiance here tonight, Duel. Take your comfort in that. And I'll make sure he knows who caused it for him when I feed him to the Dark Powers myself." Then she vanished with one last shrieking cry.
Captain Bane cursed as she withdrew. "Come back and face me, you worthless bitchington!"
It was too late. She was gone.
"Shall I go after her, Captain?"(Continues…)
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Great Book! It has a lot of adventure. And reveals a little more about Savitar and Thorn. I can't wait for the next installment in this series.
Great read. Action starts from start and doesn't stop, even with the cliffhanger left at the open ending of the story!! Can't wait for the next installment of 'Deadmen' saga!! Hurry and finish...PLEASE!!!!!
Can’t wait until the next one ,I love the nonstop action , 226 pages were just not enough for me
I spent more time skimming through this idea of s story than enjoying the read. Questions left unanswered only prolonged the agony. How as the medallion lost? When was it taken? Why the cross over from Dark Hunters? Maybe because this story is thin and has weak plotting...Unfortunately, reading reviews no longer provides any insights as to the read-worthiness of books now a days. This book is mediocre at best. Save your money and read it at the library.
Any series Ms Kenyon writes is a must read! Only downside is I usually finish in a day or two!
Definitely better than the first in the series. Much less extraneous confusing information. The continuation of Cameron and Kalder's adventure has lot's of action and romance. We learn the truth of who Kalder really is and where he came from. Cameron grows a lot as a person. Of all the men on the ship, I agree with Cameron, Kalder is the one I would choose too. While there is a bit of a cliff-hanger at the end with two crew members kidnapped, it isn't as traumatic as the cliff-hanger from the previous book where a crew member had to sacrifice their life and be tortured in hell to save a fellow crew member. Kidnapped certainly isn't as bad as dead and tortured in hell and needing rescue. I'm definitely looking forward to the next novel in the series but unfortunately have to wait unit September for At Death's Door to be released. I don't preorder books often but I did this time. Looking forward to September.
Ahhhhh - can’t wait for the next one!!!!!!!
As always she nailed it again. An amazing story with love and suspens as will as amazing battles. Thank you again
Leaves you panting for the next! Nice cliffhanger!
The Deadmen crew's adventures continue with more fantastical adventures Note: This review contains NO spoilers And.... This historical fantasy adventure continues... Gah!!! This second installment dives into the rich historical and mythological world that Sherrilyn keeps creating. I am new to all this, but after reading book 1, Deadmen Walking, I was sucked into this incredibly adventurous, mythological world. Then, this second book comes out... Whoa!!! Again, this second installment is filled with adventure with an abundance of twists and turns that kept me turning the pages. And, with the various amount of characters in this story, this story puts much of its focus on Kalder and Cameron. Their story in itself is an adventure. However, it doesn't take away from the other character stories that are intertwined in and with each other. Hmmm... It definitely gives for a plenty of potential storylines and plots... Right?!?! Well, there is an abundance of that in this series. This second book just gives readers more to of it. But, it did seem a bit rushed towards the end... 'Nuff said. Sherrilyn masterfully creates this fantastical and mythological world that stands on its own. Filled with action and adventure, Death Doesn't Bargain does not disappoint there. But... To end it with a cliffhanger!?! Really... Now, I have to wait!?! Well, it is worth the wait.... I guess Death Doesn't Bargain is a page-turning adventure that contains various exciting and fantastical elements that pulled me into their world of dark wonderment and mythology and kept me at the edge of my seat. You definitely do not want to put this down because you just might miss what happens next to the Deadmen crew.
Yo Ho Ho, Sherrilyn Kenyon takes no prisoners with DEATH DOESN’T BARGAIN, the second book in the Deadman’s Cross series. The Deadman were given a chance to redeem their soles by being part of Thorn’s Hellchaser army. They are tasked with killing the demons who escaped their prison and threaten mankind. This Historic Fantasy takes place in 1717. It is mermaid, Kalder Dupree’s and Sephirii, Cameron Jack’s story. I made the mistake of reading DEATH DOESN’T BARGAIN without reading book one, DEADMAN WALKING. It took a few chapters for me to get all the characters straight and figure out what was going on. After I did, I loved this story. I want to go back and read book one to find out what I missed. I really enjoyed Kalder’s character. We discover a lot of interesting things about his past and his lineage. He is not all that he appears. He is a good (mer)man, despite his cruel upbringing. He carries a lot of guilt, some of it unwarranted. He is selfless, always putting others before himself. Cameron is an interesting compliment to Kalder. She is sweet, caring, curious, and honest. They have a yin-yang relationship. The Deadman have many interesting adversaries. It keeps the plot exciting. I love that DEATH DOESN’T BARGAIN takes place in the Dark-Hunter Universe, and that characters like Acheron make an appearance in the novel. The story frequently reminded me of a more serious Pirates of the Caribbean. However, it does have its funny moments. As always, Sherrilyn Kenyon’s writing style is exemplary. You feel like you are in the proper time-period. I really liked the epilogue. I am highly anticipating the release of book three, AT DEATH’S DOOR. Followers of Kenyon’s Hunter Legends Series should enjoy this book. Furthermore, people that like pirate fantasies with a paranormal twist. I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book.
Am captivated by the series!
This story continue s from the last book so seamlessly. It's amazing how Many Kenyon does that .She keeps the back stories straight from book to book. I love the new characters and world's she introduces in this book so worth the read