HE VOWED HE’D COME FOR HER . . .
Murdered before he could wed Regin the Radiant, warlord Aidan the Fierce seeks his beloved through eternity, reborn again and again into new identities, yet with no memory of his past lives.
SHE AWAITS HIS RETURN . . .
When Regin encounters Declan Chase, a brutal Celtic soldier, she recognizes her proud warlord reincarnated. But Declan takes her captive, intending retribution against all immortals—unaware that he belongs to their world.
TO SATE A DESIRE MORE POWERFUL THAN DEATH . . .
Yet every reincarnation comes with a price, for Aidan is doomed to die when he remembers his past. To save herself from Declan’s torments, will Regin rekindle memories of the passion they once shared—even if it means once again losing the only man she could ever love?
About the Author
Kresley Cole is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Immortals After Dark paranormal series and the young adult Arcana Chronicles. Her books have been translated into over twenty foreign languages, garnered three RITA awards, and consistently appear on the bestseller lists in the US and abroad. Before becoming a writer, Cole was a world-ranked athlete, coach, and graduate student. She has traveled over much of the world and draws from those experiences to create her memorable characters and settings. She lives in Florida with her family and “far too many animals,” and spends any free time traveling. You can learn more about her and her work at KresleyCole.com or Facebook.com/KresleyCole. Sign up for Kresley’s email newsletter to receive the latest book release updates, as well as info about contests and giveaways (KresleyCole.com/Newsletter).
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Dreams of a Dark Warrior
Outside of New Orleans
Declan Chase eased his Humvee down a winding bayou drive leading to Val Hall, the estate where a notorious coven of Valkyrie lived.
My target will be within.
Regin the Radiant.
Though his head was splitting from lack of sleep and his usual tension plagued him, he felt a measure of excitement about his mission. Ever since he’d received her dossier two weeks ago, Declan had been impatient to seize this female.
Perhaps because no other magister had ever captured a Valkyrie?
Yet he reminded himself that tonight’s target would be merely another capture, yet another prisoner he delivered to the Order—the mortal army to which he’d pledged his life.
When he spied lightning in the distance, he pulled off into the thick brush, deep enough to conceal his truck. After turning off the ignition, he readied for the night with a swift efficiency born of years of combat.
He strapped his sword to his side, then checked the pistols in his dual holster and the extra cartridges in his dark flak jacket. More cartridges filled the pockets of his camo pants. He was well aware that a gun couldn’t kill an immortal, but an armor-piercing round between the eyes at close range could bring one to the ground.
He opened a briefcase filled with sensitive electronics, retrieving a minuscule GPS beacon/listening device. After carefully stowing the bug in another pocket, he tested his radio earpiece.
Despite the lateness of the hour, the bayou heat was intense, assailing the truck’s cab. With the jacket, his customary gloves and high-necked shirt, he began to sweat. Drops of perspiration trickled down his chest, over the countless scars covering his torso.
His never-ending reminders of a time spent in hell . . . .
Tamping down those memories, he focused on the mission. Tonight’s was one of only two remaining. Then he could return to his island, to his sanctum. To my medicine . . .
With that thought in mind, he stepped out into the humid air, then began jogging along the dirt driveway.
Under a canopy of oaks, he ran through muddy ruts until he reached the estate’s opened entranceway: a pair of battered stone columns, each with a rusted gate clinging by a hinge.
He turned a corner and slowed, taken aback by the sight before him.
The Valkyrie’s antebellum mansion was draped in a dense fog that didn’t stir, not even with the breeze. Lightning struck all around the building; the grounds bristled with metal lightning rods. Spectral wraiths flew around the manor, defending it against intruders.
An incongruous row of luxury cars lined the drive. Inside, loud music boomed and raucous women’s laughter sounded. Intermittent Valkyrie shrieks pierced the night.
So this was where Regin the Radiant lived.
Though the Order possessed much information about other species of immortals—such as the vampires and demons—they had acquired only basic facts about her kind.
Valkyrie had little need for sleep and didn’t eat or drink, instead taking nourishment from some unknown mystical source. Though they varied in looks and abilities, they all possessed superhuman strength, speed, and regenerative powers.
Declan knew of only one way to destroy her kind: beheading.
The Order had garnered a few specific details about Regin. History: Thought to be over one millennium in age. Description: Five foot three, slight build with small claws and fangs. Pointed ears. Waist-length blond hair and amber eyes.
But her most notable feature was her skin. She’d been named the Radiant One because she purportedly had skin that glowed.
The file had contained no clear photos of her. The exposure would show only a bright light where she was supposed to be.
Glowing skin. Another freak of nature. Yet she went out freely among civilians.
She customarily wore two short swords crisscrossed over her back—even in public—and was rumored to be an exceptional swordswoman.
That skill wouldn’t save her tonight.
If Declan had been put in charge of this immortal’s capture, then she was a priority to the Order. He’d never failed to bring in a target. He had backup troops awaiting in the city, ready to mobilize in an instant.
Initially, he’d considered storming this place, inflicting as much damage and destruction as possible. But there were other Valkyrie inside, and though their species was uniformly female, they were among the strongest and most vicious in the Lore.
Regin might be slight, but she could likely lift a car by herself.
To bring in a team would risk his soldiers’ lives unnecessarily, and he’d already lost men at a recent capture. A powerful, older vampire had put up a fight as few others ever had.
Plus, Declan had no idea how to battle those wraiths guarding the house. No, he’d wait until Regin the Radiant was separated from her kindred. Then he’d strike.
He approached the row of cars, pulling the bug from his jacket. Determining which one was hers proved simple enough. The RegRad license plate on a red Aston Martin was a dead giveaway.
The field notes in his dossier had described her as ostentatious, prone to flaunting her uniqueness in public. No wonder she’d been targeted. One of the Order’s objectives was to prevent civilians from ever discovering the deathless beings living in their midst.
He eased open the door and affixed the bug under the driver’s side headrest. After testing the sound with his earpiece, he gingerly shut the door and turned to leave—
Out of the corner of his eye, he spied a light, turned to it.
Through one of the mansion’s front windows, he spotted her, or at least the radiance she emanated.
She does truly glow . . . .
He silently moved in, camouflaged behind a tree about two hundred feet from the front porch. He couldn’t see her face, but from the back, her figure was curvaceous. She wore a pair of indecently low-cut hip-hugger jeans and a cropped red T-shirt that revealed her midriff.
Indeed, two swords in black leather sheaths crisscrossed her back.
Her blond hair cascaded all the way to her waist, except where it was braided into haphazard plaits that jutted out all over the top and sides of her head.
Declan suspected she would be as attractive from the front; Lorean females often were. He detested all immortals but especially the females. They used their seductive looks as a weapon, a tool to rob mortal men of their senses.
They will separate you from your purpose, lure you to your doom. How many times had his superior told him that?
A row of bushes between him and the house rustled. Another enemy lying in wait? The Valkyrie had plenty of adversaries. And they had no idea danger lurked so close—
The front doors burst open; a woman stormed outside.
He released a sharp breath.
Those wild braids held her hair back from her face, revealing all her delicate features. Her cheekbones were high and defined, her nose pert. Blond brows drew together over her vivid amber eyes, and her full lips were parted.
She radiated a pure golden light.
A feeling of recognition swept over him. At once, the near crippling tension he’d endured for decades began to ebb. Why? How?
She wasn’t the first unearthly beauty they’d tracked—the Order’s island compound was filled with them—so he would’ve thought himself prepared for her comeliness. But he feared she might be the most beautiful.
At least to me.
“Make a hole, bitches!” she yelled to the wraiths, tossing one of them . . . a braid of hair? When the red-robed beings parted, she strode down the steps, her thick-heeled boots clicking.
Out on the lawn, she stopped and cocked her head, drawing those swords with a lethal grace. One of her pointed ears was visible and clearly twitching as she scanned the night. She would see Declan . . . would sense him.
He was about to slip back when the bushes nearby rustled once more.
Without a second’s thought she dove into them, pouncing on whatever skulked there. A moment later, a ghoul’s severed head came flying out. When she bounded from the shrubs, her swords were already sheathed and twigs protruded from those haphazard braids. She reached up, felt them, then left them there with a shrug.
When a trio of other women staggered out onto the front porch, Regin held up the head and made an exaggerated curtsy. They cheered drunkenly. Witches, no doubt. They were the Valkyrie’s allies and notorious drunks.
One laughed, tripped over her own feet into a pratfall, then laughed again.
Regin turned back to face his direction. With her skin glowing brighter and her expression animated, she punted the ghoul’s head like a football, then shaded her eyes melodramatically. As it sailed far above him toward a nearby swamp, she cried, “It. Might. Go. All. The . . . . Way!”
She cannot be one thousand years old.
The witches cheered again.
That task completed, she plucked a sat-phone from a holster on her belt. She texted something, her fingers so fast they were a blur, then strolled over to her car and hopped inside. The engine purred when she started it. She pulled up in front of the house, honking the horn and rolling down the windows.
“Nïx!” she called. “Get your ass out here!” She said something to the witches in a lower voice, and they howled with laughter. But when Regin turned from them, her easy grin faltered, her demeanor preoccupied.
Another Valkyrie sauntered from that madhouse, a black-haired one with vacant eyes, cradling what looked like a paralyzed bat in one arm like a babe.
She had to be Nïx the Ever-Knowing, a powerful soothsayer. Though she looked to be in her mid-twenties, she was one of the oldest—and most crazed—immortals on record.
She wore a long, flowing skirt, cowboy boots, and a T-shirt that read VALKYRIE in big block letters with an arrow pointing up at her face.
Flaunting themselves. The arrogance. Christ, how he hated them.
She too proffered a braid to the wraiths—a toll of some sort?—then joined Regin in the car, blowing a kiss to the witches. The two Valkyrie pulled out, some asinine song blaring from the car stereo—the only lyrics were “Da-da-da.” They bobbed their heads in unison to the music.
As they passed, he drew back into the brush, his heart thundering. But the dark-haired one turned, looking directly at him with eerie golden eyes.
Just as the hair on the back of his neck stood up, the soothsayer mouthed, You’re late.
* * *
Regin the Radiant sensed some enemy was hot on her ass as she sped down dark country roads.
But she simply didn’t have time for a fight to the death just now. Regin had to reach Lucia before it was too late.
She adjusted the rearview mirror. “Are we being followed?”
Nïx nodded happily. “Usually.” She tapped her chin with her free hand. “You know, you think you don’t like it, but actually you’ll miss it when it’s gone.”
Regin scowled at her sister, doing her damnedest to ignore Bertil—the bat Nïx carried. It’d been a gift from a secret admirer. “Seeing as we’re on our way to the Loreport, you probably should tell me where I’m flying out to tonight.” Nïx’s last report on Lucia had her in the Amazon, of all places.
“Hmm. Should I remember?”
“Me. Meeting up with Lucia. Who’s gearing up to slay Cruach, her worst nightmare.” Crom Cruach was the ancient horned god of human sacrifices and cannibalism—and the monster who’d tricked Lucia into leaving Valhalla. Every five hundred years, he tried to escape his prison. For the last two times, Lucia—with Regin as her trusty wingman—had forcibly denied his parole. “Any of this ringing a bell, Nïx?”
“Gods, I don’t have time for this!” Lucia was out there alone; Cruach was rising nowish. And Nïx was spacing?
“Don’t shriek,” Nïx chided. “You’ll hurt Bertil’s ears, and he needs them for echolocation.” As she stroked her new pet in a love-him-and-pet-him-and-call-him-George kind of way, her eyes were even more vacant than usual. Her visions of the future had been hitting her rapid-fire lately, and they were taking a toll.
Assholes were laying odds in the Lore betting book that Nucking Futs Nïx wouldn’t make it through this Accession with any remaining sanity intact. And there wasn’t a whole lot remaining.
“Don’t fret, love,” Nïx said reassuringly.
“How can I not fret . . .” Regin trailed off. “You’re talking to the freaking bat!”
She tickled its belly with a claw. “Coochy-coo.” Regin swore the bat smacked its lips with contentment, snuggling into her arm.
Had Nïx been feeding that little winged rat her blood? “Don’t you know that those things spread Cujos? Damn, Nïxie, you’re getting worse. Even more cray-cray than usual.”
She briefly glanced up. “That’s fair.”
“Uh-huh.” Regin downshifted, tires squealing as she swerved to dodge a roadkill-bound possum.
“But what about your own cray-crayness, Regin? You’ve been behaving very badly of late. Getting high on intoxispells and picking fights. You are acting out, and it simply must stop unless you invite me to join in.”
Also fair. But what else was Regin supposed to do? A year ago, she and Lucia had undertaken a badass mission to discover a way to defeat the unkillable Cruach forever. Instead of merely imprisoning him. They’d traveled all over the world together, risking their lives.
In other words, good times. But then Prince Garreth MacRieve, Lucia’s werewolf admirer, had started following her everywhere, sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. Regin’s solution? Euthanasia.
Lucia’s solution to Regin’s solution? Leave her behind when she was nursing a hangover.
Abandoned me like last year’s wardrobe. Regin’s claws dug into the steering wheel. After a millennium of never leaving each other’s side. But last year’s wardrobe is determined to make a comeback.
“Nïx, you promised you’d tell me where Luce is if I did everything you asked me. I cleaned your room. I took your Bentley to the shop after you went off-roading again. And I put in hours at the Lore foundling house with those little punks.” Regin had begun to call it the Lorphanage and predicted it’d stick. “I need to keep moving anyway. You know he’s returning soon.”
Aidan. With his heart-stopping smile and big, possessive hands. Though she longed to see her Viking in any reincarnation, she’d decided that he might actually live a full life if he never found her.
Nïx sighed. “Have you truly given up all hope of finding a way to be with him?”
Regin glanced over at her, trying not to feel even a sliver of hope. “Any reason not to give up?”
“I believe my advice to you was ‘Go find and bang your berserker.’ ”
“Huh. Well, see, I tried that, and it didn’t quite work out for me.” The last four times! “I just can’t . . . I’m not doing it again.” The guilt got worse with each reincarnation. She was his doom, might as well deal the deathblow herself.
Aidan had been sword-struck in his first life, poisoned in his second, crushed during a shipwreck in his third. In his fourth, he’d been shot. All directly after she and his reincarnation had made love for the first time.
“Unless you can tell me things might be different this time?” Regin added. Damn, could she sound more desperate? But Nïx helped other immortals with things like this. Why not me?
“What would you do to be with him, hmm? What would you sacrifice?”
“To break this curse, I would do just about anything.”
“Just about?” After long, tense moments, Nïx said, “I have no resolution to tell you.” She couldn’t foresee everything, wasn’t all-knowing. Instead, she’d been dubbed the Ever-Knowing, because her visions had appeared without fail for three millennia.
“No resolution?” She hadn’t expected Nïx to pony up the answer to a thousand-year-old curse before Regin ran her next red light, but a crumb of hope would’ve been nice.
“No matter,” Nïx said. “You must find something to occupy yourself. There’s more to life than destroying vampires.”
“Right. Like destroying evil cannibal gods with Lucia,” Regin said, proud of her segue.
“Always back to Lucia. You’re exceedingly loyal to all your friends—even to your own detriment.”
“Whatever. Loyalty’s not a bad thing.”
“It is when you leave heaven for it. It is when you have nothing to show for it. For instance, your some-some meter is reading empty. What about that nice leopard-shifter pack that wanted to date you? The benefits of a variety pack of males cannot be overstated.”
If the rest of her sisters—or, gods forbid, her witch buddies—found out Regin hadn’t been laid in nearly two hundred years, she’d never live it down. But like some stupid, sappy tool, she stayed faithful to Aidan and his reincarnates.
“Are you happy, Regin?”
She gave Nïx the look her question deserved. “I’m the prankster, remember? The happy-go-lucky one. Ask anyone—they’ll tell you I’m the cheeriest Valkyrie.” She studied Nïx’s expression, this time noticing the shadows under her sister’s eyes. “Why? Are you happy? You seem tired all the time.” She didn’t mention Nïx’s shrieking fits or disappearances, the bizarre eccentricities that only grew worse.
“I’m actively involved in steering the lives of thousands of beings. Which directly affects hundreds of thousands, which indirectly affects millions, with a ripple effect reaching billions. If someone said, ‘It ain’t easy being Nïxie,’ I wouldn’t call him a liar.”
Regin never really thought about the pressure Nïx might be under. If the bat made her happy and calmed her, then . . . Welcome to the family, Bertil.
In a prickly tone, Nïx said, “And yet all anyone talks about is how the Enemy of Old is making power plays in the Lore. His power plays are child’s play compared to mine.”
Like Nïx, Lothaire the Enemy of Old was one of the oldest and most powerful beings in the Lore. But the vampire was pure evil.
Nïx sniffed, “Lothaire’s no saner than I am.”
As Regin opened her mouth to correct her, Nïx amended, “Not much saner.”
“There, now.” Regin reached over to pat Nïx’s shoulder, but that bat hissed at her. “Why don’t you hook up with someone, cozy away with a male for a few weeks? Weren’t you seeing Mike Rowe?”
“I do miss that baritone-voiced rapscallion.” Nïx sighed. “But above all else, I’m a career woman. I’ve no time to dally.”
“You could take just a short vacay, you know? See some sights.” This might be one of the most lucid conversations I’ve ever had with Nïx.
“I’m three thousand and three years old.” Nïx turned her vacant gaze out the window. “I’ve seen everything—” She sat up, eyes wild. “Squirrel!”
Strike lucid. “Hey, I know, you could come with me to find Lucia!”
“Maybe she doesn’t want to be found just yet. You know she’ll call you before the final showcase showdown with Cruach. For now, I’ve told you she’s with MacRieve.”
“With with? ’Cause I refuse to believe that yet another Valkyrie is making time with a werewolf.” Much less the prim and proper Lucia.
The earthy Lykae revered sex and matehood; Lucia’s magical skill with a bow was celibacy-based. If she got horizontal with a guy, she’d get kicked out of the Skathians, losing her archery forever. Which she needed to fight Cruach.
Hence the fleeing from MacRieve and all.
“Refuse or accept, I call ’em like I see ’em,” Nïx said. “Now, I have just one final task for you in the Quarter. I need you to go take out some adversaries. Make it an example killing.”
“Example killing? Must be Tuesday. And you’re not going to get in on the action?”
Nïx blinked at her, aghast. “Who will sit Bertil?”
“Besides, I’m going to visit Loa’s voodoo shop. She’s having an Accession sale. Everything must go.” She snickered.
“If I do this, will you finally tell me how to find Lucia?”
Another pet of the bat. “Don’t worry, dearling. You’ll fly out tonight. I promise.”
“Are you talking to me or Bertil? Oh, me? Then, fine.” She gunned the car even faster, speeding toward the Quarter. Lucia, I’m on my way . . . just hold tight. “Tell me where my victims are.”
Could fate be any crueler? Regin the Radiant, 1000 year old immortal Valkyrie famous in the lore for her beauty and pranks, falls for her captor, Declan Chase, a mortal who lives to hunt and exterminate her kind. Romeo and Juliet had it easier. But fall for him she does. After all, he is the reincarnation of her first lover Aidan the Fierce. Aidan was cursed to die after making Regin his. Will the fifth time be the charm? And every time Regin makes love to Aidan in his other incarnations, he dies. Talk about being torn. She could be signing Declan's death warrant with one kiss. Timing is definitely not on their side. Just when Declan starts to realize he may be wrong about immortals, Regin hates him, with reason. Declan's dreams have always haunted him, making him a very damaged man filled with hate for the creatures who killed his family and left him scarred. Regin is a temptation to him, making him want to abandon his duty to rid the world of her kind. Will they be able to break the curse? Once again, Kresley Cole has created a great Alpha male character in Declan Chase. And of course there is her signature humor. Lots of LOL moments. In Dreams of a Dark Warrior we meet some amazing new characters and visit some of our favorites. I find myself especially fascinated with Lothaire, the vampire Enemy of Old. What a bad boy! Definitely can't wait for his book next year. My only complaint - is that the book ended! Just didn't want it to end. With all her teasing hints, Kresley Cole has perfected the art of "leaving them wanting more."
Usually at this point in series the writing ideas start to dry up, it becomes a little repetitive and dull, but Kresley Cole found a way to keep her series fresh. I really enjoyed this book, more than I thought I would. Regin, an immature comic relief character of books past was given more depth in this book. Her character was nicely developed. I enjoyed the book so much that I read it in one day. I was a really great read.
The 11th installment in the IAD series remains interesting, romantic and steamy and full of action. In this series, we've been introduced to so many great characters (Yay! Maybe she'll write this series forever). It is still thrilling for me when a book focuses on one of my favorite characters (Regin, the daring, speaks her mind Valkyrie) as this one does. This was even more fun because Regin's mate works for the blasted Order! He doesn't even know he is Lorekind! Ms. Cole remains consistent in her writing here and that is a good thing, a very good thing. I'll be reading any future books in this EXCELLENT series. Keep 'em coming!
I absolutely loved this book, it tugged at my heart and had me tearing up a few spots. Poor Declan, poor Regin all the trials they have gone through makes you appreciate their love even more.
I love Kresley Cole's "Immortals After Dark Series". I am an active duty navy wife. And my husband goes on deployments a lot. So, I started to read a couple of romance novels. That was 6 years ago. But Once I found the "Immortals After Dark series" I became extremely immersed in anything "Kresley Cole". She has been the only romance author who entwined the paranormal, adventure, comedy, romance and steamy love scenes. Cole was able to capture fantasy without being vulgar. (Which, seems to be tricky for some authors?)This is why I can't wait to read her latest book!
I couln't stop reading!! This book grabbed me from the very beginning!!
I love Kresley Cole's series! I have read them all and I recommend them all! Love the characters, the stories, and of course the steamy scenes. She has just the right combination for me to enjoy the entire book! I do not enjoy anal play or threesomes, and these have neither.
Love all the books in her series. Really love this book. I'm really looking forward to her next installment. Love the Valkryies!
I was wondering when Kresley Cole was going to write Regin's story. That Valkyrie is a nut! The 1,000-year-old curse that she has lived with finally comes to fruition in this book. Lots of suspense, action, tension...LOVED IT!!! I hope Kresley continues with this series; it's great!
I love this series! Great characters that you fall in love with!
I love the series, but the past 2 novels have been difficult to read. This one was darker than previous books, and the highlight of the novel was Nix, not Regin, which fails to do her justice. Would recommend borrowing rather than buying this one.
So, it's another hit by Kresley Cole. If you are not familiar with this author, then go back to the beginning of the series and enjoy the experience. Cole achieves the perfect balance of likeable characters, sexual chemistry, tight plotting and snappy dialogue. Heros are capital-Alpha and heroines are believably bada#%. I looked forward to Regin and Aidan's story and was not disappointed. The plot advanced in an exciting way and the love story was not easily predictable. This was not my favorite installment, but for me that's like complaining about % cacao in chocolate. It's still chocolate and better than almost anything else out there for consumption. I would be remiss if I did not mention the heat Cole brings to the page. She builds tension and manages sex scenes in a way that make me flushed without feeling vaguely sceevy afterward. I read this series again before the latest installment, only the second time I've ever done that with an entire series. Cole has some of the best one-liners in fiction. If you like your heroes strong, possessive, scorching hot and absolutely enthralled with their females, then I guarantee you a great read.
"Loving the enemy" is a familiar plot device in the Imortals After Dark series, but it is exceptionally done here. Declane is reborn with no memory of Regine, and he has captured and tortured her. Redeeming him from his actions was quite the feat of good writting and plotting. Regine attempting to seduce him then doubting herself, was well written as well. Good sexual tension. As always a good mix of action and romance. Well paced. And what is Lothaire up to? I can't wait to read his story.
This is book 11 in the Immortals After Dark series and I have been looking forward to Regin¿s story since the first time we met her. She is sharp-tongued, quick witted, loyal to her core and kicks some major butt. In short, I love her to death! On the outside Regin plays the part of a care free, happy, Valkyrie. On the inside Regin misses her warlord with a fierce passion. He has been reincarnated and found his way back to her four times now and in each lifetime she has had to stand by helplessly and watch him die right before her eyes.Declan has lived a life of torment and heartbreak. He was tortured as a child and forced to watch his parents brutally murdered in front of him by creatures from the Lore. As a result, he has grown up hating anything having to do with the Lore and was trained to track them down, capture and torture them. However, he takes just a little too much pleasure in his work at times and Regin is his next target.Out of all the books in the Immortal After Dark series, these two faced the most adversity throughout their courtship. Declan is literally torturing Regin and her friends and family, how do you forgive something like that? Despite all that, I was still rooting for them, more than anyone we have seen previously. I cannot even begin to imagine the pain Regin must have gone through to watch the man she loves die in front of her multiple times and not be able to spare him. Now that he is back in her life, it is hard for her to just dismiss him, no matter how evil he may appear to be.Kresley Cole continues to amaze me with her ability to weave previous story lines into present ones flawlessly. The books come together seamlessly and each story plays an important part in the overall plot. Which is why I would not recommend reading these books out of order, you can do it if you want to, but things make more sense if you go in order. You will also have complete awareness of other events happening simultaneously from previous books that play a critical roles in Dreams of a Dark Warrior. For example, in Dreams of a Dark Warrior we pick back up at the island where many immortals are being held captive. We have seen many stories revolve around this island and run into previous characters. Past books have left holes in the timeline because the characters cannot be everywhere at once, this story fills in gaps that we only got glimpses of in the past and continues to add depth to this entire series.I was also excited to see Regin and ¿Aiden¿ in past lifetimes. We get a glimpse of Regin before she became immortal and she was just as fiery as ever. Good to know that even after centuries of living the girl still has spirit and came by it honestly. It was fascinating to go back to the beginning of this curse that both Aiden and Regin live with and see how it all started. Regin fills us in on the many lives of Aiden with her memories and with each detail revealed, you understand how much pain she has had to bear throughout her life.Overall, Dreams of a Dark Warrior is another fantastic addition to this series! Kresley Cole does an amazing job of spinning a tale so addicting you will not be able to put the book down for a second. I cannot wait to see what she has in store for us next because rumor has it that Lothaire¿s book is up next and you know that is going to be good.
As a long-time reader of Krelsey Cole¿s Immortals After Dark Series I was ridiculously excited to see Regin¿s story in print - finally. Regin has been such a wonderful, playful, and seriously bad-a** character throughout the series that it was time to have her story told. Maybe I just got too excited and expected way too much but by novel¿s end, I felt a bit disappointed. Regin didn¿t really get the story she deserved although she did have some spectacular moments and comments. As with all of the books in this series, Dreams of a Dark Warrior traces the moments and events that lead to the major character finding his/her mate. In this instance, it is Regin finding (after several centuries & deaths) her one true mate, Declan Chase. Where Cole shines is in her ability to make the reader first hate and then adore a character. In this respect, I was not let down. Declan Chase began as a nasty bit of work with a life-long grudge against all beings of the Lore. It takes Chase¿s encounter with Regin and a few other Loreans for him to realize that nothing is as it seems and maybe his hatred has been misplaced. Of all the characters in Dreams of Dark Warrior, Chase¿s character has the greatest evolution. Cole transforms him right before your eyes turning him into one of the most endearing mates of the entire series!In every series there is what I tend to call set-up novels; that is, the author begins to focus more on previously unimportant or less important characters and introduces new characters and/or plot lines. Essentially, the reader is being set-up for the next several installments in a series. Dreams of Dark Warrior is one of those novels and this is why I feel Regin didn¿t get the story she deserved. Cole not only had to tell Regin and Declan¿s story but she also had a lot of work to do and ground to cover in this novel in order to set up the future of her series. It is in this set-up portion of the book that I got over my disappointment, at least marginally. Cole gave more information about Lothaire, the Enemy of Old (who knew he had a sense of humor?); introduced the seriously naïve but learning quickly Thad, the half-vampire half-phantom (WHAT???); and of course, Nucking Futs Nix who now has a pet bat and is still legally barred from seeing Mike Rowe. Nix might be one of my all-time favorite characters and in this series, her actions and predictions seemed to hint at future plot lines ¿ but who can really tell where Nix is concerned. Based on the hints it seems that in the near future we are going to be learning a great deal more about Lothaire, Nix, and the Valkyries never-ending sear for Myst. Did anyone else pay attention to the fact that Lothaire vowed he had no knowledge of Myst¿s location? Hhmm.....As with all of the books in this series, Dreams of a Dark Warrior is a solid well-written read but not something I am going to pick up again anytime in the near future. Don¿t skip this book by any means but don¿t expect to be all tingly and excited at the end either. By the way, I so wish that last statement weren¿t true ¿ I adore this series and have rarely been let down or disappointed by Cole. At the end of the day however I was much more excited by the tidbits of information concerning the future of this series; Cole really seems to be setting us up for the next (several??) installments. Since I can¿t find any information regarding the next book in this series, here¿s my request: Dear Kresley Cole,I would like the twelfth book in this series to be Nix¿s story.Sincerely,A Nucking Futs Reader
Very enjoyable plot, smooth transitions, interesting story line, keep me reading, and held my interest throughout.
Berserker vs. Valkyrie on the Island of Misfit Toys. Add equal parts vampire, witch, faerie, sorceress and demon. Stir well.
I love Kresley Cole! There is a reason why her books are part of my auto-buy list. Not only is her Immortals After Dark series plain awesome but you fall in love with all the characters in these books. She does not disappoint in Dreams of a Dark Warrior. In it we finally get Regin the Radiant and her Berserker's love story.When Declan first sees Regin his first action is to grab his knife, stab her with it, and then twist it for extra measure. My first impression: Woah, how the heck is he gonna get out of this one... because right off the bat I hated him. Not only does he stab my girl Regin but he's a strung out druggie to boot. I've always loved Regin throughout this series. She's funny, saucy and the tough and mean Valkyrie when she has to be. Yet, I really liked seeing this softer side of her. She was vulnerable when it came to her feelings for Aiden and his reincarnations. I was at the edge of my seat flying through the pages to see how it would all work out for them.If you've read the previous books (Lucia's and Carrow's) in the series, then you'll recognize that it takes place throughout the same time frame and using the same backdrop for this story - we're getting a different point-of-view from the same island where Declan and his team have captured, tortured and imprisoned so many members of the Lore. Alternating between the present and Declan's dreams of his past lives and their courtship throughout the centuries you truly get a grasp for their feelings for one another and really appreciate how their relationship grows and matures throughout the story. In the end, I would say this is another winner from Ms. Cole. This is a fabulous addition to the series and at its conclusion you can already see the build-up for the next story to come (Lothaire). Too bad we have to wait a while for its release - I guess I'll just have to read this one over and over until I can get my hands on the next one. Not that I'm complaining :)
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