Wulf is an ancient Viking warrior with a useful but extremely aggravating power-amnesia. No one who meets him in person can remember him 5 minutes later. It makes it easy to have one-night stands, but hard to have a meaningful relationship, and without true love he can never regain his soul. When he finally meets Cassandra, the one woman who can remember him, she turns out to be the princess of the cursed race he's sworn to hunt-and forbidden to him. The two of them must face ancient curses, prophecies, and the direct meddling of the Greek gods to find true happiness at last.
Kiss of the Night is a Dark-Hunter novel from bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon.
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Kiss of the Night
By Sherrilyn Kenyon
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2004 Sherrilyn Kenyon
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February 2003 St. Paul, Minnesota
"Oh, honey, major stud alert. Three o'clock."
Cassandra Peters laughed at Michelle Avery's lust-filled tone as she turned in the crowded bar to see an average-looking, dark-haired man facing the stage where their favorite local band, Twisted Hearts, played.
Swaying to the music's beat as she sipped her Long Island Iced Tea, Cassandra studied him for a minute. "He's a Milk Man," she decided after a thorough scan of his "attributes" that comprised his looks, his carriage, and his lumberjack attire.
Michelle shook her head. "No, ma'am, he's a Cracker for sure."
Cassandra smiled at their rating system, which hinged on what they wouldn't toss a man out of bed for. Milk Man meant he was attractive in an unusual way and could bring a glass of milk to bed anytime. Crackers were one step up, and Cookies were gods.
But the ultimate in masculine desirability rated a Powdered Donut. Not only was a powdered donut messy, it violated their perpetual diet mentality and begged a woman to bite into it.
To date, none of them had ever met a Powdered Donut in the flesh. Still, they were ever hopeful.
Michelle tapped Brenda and Kat on their shoulders and inconspicuously pointed to the man she was eyeballing. "Cookie?"
Kat shook her head. "Cracker."
"Definitely Cracker," Brenda confirmed.
"Oh, what do you know? You have a steady boyfriend," Michelle said to Brenda as the band finished their song and took a break. "Jeez, you guys are tough critics."
Cassandra looked back at the guy, who was talking to his buddy and drinking a longneck beer. He didn't make her heart pound, but then very few men did. Even so, he had an easy, open manner and a nice, friendly smile. She could see why Michelle liked him.
"Why would you care what we think anyway?" she asked Michelle. "If you like him, then go up and introduce yourself."
Michelle was horrified. "I can't do that."
"Why not?" Cassandra asked.
"What if he thinks I'm fat or ugly?"
Cassandra rolled her eyes. Michelle was a very thin brunette who was a far cry from ugly. "Life is short, Michelle. Too short. For all you know, he might be the man of your dreams, but if you stay back here, drooling and not acting, you'll never know."
"God," Michelle breathed, "how I envy you that live-for-today attitude. But I can't."
Cassandra grabbed her by the hand and hauled her through the crowd, over to the man.
She tapped him on the shoulder.
Startled, he turned around.
His eyes widened as he looked up at Cassandra. At six feet one, she was used to being a freak of nature. To his credit, the guy didn't appear offended by the fact that she was a good two inches taller than him.
He looked down at Michelle, who was a normal five feet four.
"Hi," Cassandra said, drawing his gaze back to her. "I'm taking a quick survey.
Are you married?"
He frowned. "No."
He passed a puzzled look to his friend. "No."
His jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"
"Cassandra!" Michelle snapped.
She ignored both of them and held tight to Michelle's hand as her friend tried to run away. "You like women, yes?"
"Yes," he said, sounding offended.
"Good, because my friend Michelle here thinks you're exceptionally cute and she'd like to meet you." She pulled Michelle between them. "Michelle, this is ..."
He smiled as he met Michelle's stunned gaze. "Tom Cody."
"Tom Cody," Cassandra repeated. "Tom, this is Michelle."
"Hi," he said, extending his hand to her.
From Michelle's expression, Cassandra could tell her friend wasn't sure if she should strangle her or thank her.
"Hi," Michelle said, shaking his hand.
Assured that they were semicompatible and that he didn't bite on the first date, Cassandra left them and headed back to Brenda and Kat, both of whom had their mouths hanging wide open as they stared at her in disbelief.
"I can't believe you just did that to her," Kat said as soon as Cassandra rejoined them. "She's going to kill you later."
Brenda cringed. "If you ever do that to me, I will kill you."
Kat draped an arm over Brenda's shoulders and gave her an affectionate hug. "You can yell at her all you want to, hon, but I can't let you kill her."
Brenda laughed at Kat's comment, not knowing that Kat spoke from her heart. She was Cassandra's covert bodyguard and had been with her for five years now. A record. Most of Cassandra's bodyguards had a job expectancy of about eight months.
They either ended up dead or quitting the minute they caught a look at exactly who and what was after her. To their way of thinking, not even the exorbitant amount of money her father paid them to keep her alive was worth the risk.
But not Kat. She had more tenacity and chutzpah than anyone Cassandra had ever met. Not to mention the fact that Kat was the only woman Cassandra had ever known who was actually taller than her. At six feet four, and stunningly beautiful, Kat made quite an entrance everywhere she went. Her blond hair hung just past her shoulders and she had eyes so green they didn't look real.
"You know," Brenda said to Cassandra as she watched Tom and Michelle talking and laughing. "I would give anything to have your confidence. Do you ever doubt yourself?"
Cassandra answered truthfully. "All the time."
"You never show it."
That's because, unlike her companions, there was more than just a slim chance Cassandra might only have another eight months left to live. She couldn't afford to be scared or timid of life. Her motto was to grab everything by both hands, and run with it.
Then again, she'd been running all her life. Running from those who would kill her if they had a chance.
But most of all, she'd been running from her destiny, hoping that somehow, some way, she could avert the inevitable.
Even though she'd traveled the world since she was six years old, she was no closer to discovering the truth about her heritage than her mother had been before her.
Still, with every day that dawned, she was hopeful. Hopeful that someone would tell her that her life didn't have to end on her twenty-seventh birthday. Hopeful that she would be able to stay someplace for more than a few months or even days.
"Hub-ba!" Brenda said, her eyes wide as she looked toward the entrance. "I think I just found our cookies! And ladies, there are three of them."
Laughing at her awed tone, Cassandra turned around to see three incredibly sexy men entering the club. They were all well over six feet in height, golden in skin and hair, and drop-dead gorgeous.
Her laughter died instantly as she felt a horrible, stinging tingle run through her. It was a sensation she was all too familiar with.
And it was one that branded terror into her heart.
Dressed in expensive sweaters, jeans, and ski jackets, the three men scanned the bar's occupants like the deadly predators they were. Cassandra trembled. The people in the bar had no idea how much danger they were in.
None of them.
Oh, dear God ...
"Hey, Cass," Brenda said. "Go introduce me to them."
Cassandra shook her head as she made eye contact with Kat to warn her. She tried to herd Brenda away from the men and out of their dark, hungry sight. "They're bad news, Bren. Really bad news."
The one virtue of being half Apollite was her ability to spot others of her mother's kind. And something in her gut told her the men walking through the crowd, scanning women with seductive smiles, were no longer simple Apollites.
They were Daimons — a vicious breed of Apollite who chose to prolong their short lives by killing humans and stealing their souls.
Their unique, powerful Daimon charisma and their hunger for souls bled from every pore of their bodies.
They were here for victims.
Cassandra swallowed her panic. She had to find some way to get out of here before they got too close to her and discovered who she really was.
She reached for the small handgun in her purse, and looked for an escape.
"Out the back," Kat said, pulling her toward the rear of the club.
"What's going on?" Brenda asked.
Suddenly, the tallest of the Daimons stopped dead in his tracks.
He turned to face them.
His steely eyes narrowed on Cassandra with intense interest and she could feel him trying to penetrate her mind. She blocked his intrusion, but it was too late.
He grabbed his friends' arms and inclined his head toward them.
Damn. This sucked.
With the bar's crowd, she couldn't open fire on them and neither could Kat. The hand grenades were in the car and she had opted to leave her daggers under the seat.
"Now would be a good time to tell me you have your sais with you, Kat."
"Nada. You got your kamas on you?"
"Yeah," she said sarcastically, thinking of her weapons that looked like small handheld scythes. "I tucked them into my bra before I left home."
She felt Kat force something cold into her hand. Looking down, she saw the closed uchiwa fighting fan. Made of steel, the fan was sharpened on one side so that it was as dangerous as a Ginsu knife. Folded up and only eleven inches long, it looked like an innocuous Japanese folding fan, but in the hands of either Kat or Cassandra, it was lethal.
Cassandra tightened her grip on the fan as Kat pulled her toward the stage where there was a fire exit. She drifted back into the crowd near the exit, away from the Daimons, and away from Brenda before she endangered her by being close to her when the Daimons struck.
She cursed both their heights as she realized there was no way to hide. No way to keep the Daimons from seeing them even in this heavy crowd when she and Kat stood so tall against everyone else.
Kat stopped dead in her tracks as another tall, blond man cut off their escape.
Two seconds later, all hell broke loose on their side of the club as they both became aware that there were more than just three Daimons in the bar.
There were at least a dozen of them.
Kat shoved Cassandra toward the exit, then kicked the Daimon back, into a group of people who shouted and shrieked at the disturbance.
Cassandra opened her fan as another Daimon came for her with a hunting knife. She caught the blade between the slats and twisted it from his hands, then used the knife to stab the Daimon in the chest.
He disintegrated instantly.
"You'll pay for that, bitch," one of the Daimons growled as he charged her.
Several men in the bar moved to help her, but the Daimons made quick work of them while other patrons headed for the exits.
Four Daimons surrounded Kat.
Cassandra tried to get to her to help fight them off, but couldn't. One of the Daimons caught her bodyguard with a vicious blow that sent Kat flying into a nearby wall.
Kat hit it with a thud, then landed on the floor in a heap. Cassandra wanted to help her, but the best way to do that would be to get the Daimons out of the bar and away from her friend.
She turned to run, only to find two more Daimons standing directly behind her.
The collision of their bodies distracted her enough so that one of the Daimons could wrench the fan and knife from her hand.
He put his arms around her to keep her from falling.
Tall, blond, and handsome, the Daimon held a rare sexual aura that pulled anything female toward him. It was that essence that enabled them to prey effectively on humans.
"Going some place, princess?" he asked, taking her wrists in his hands and blocking her ability to fight for her weapon.
Cassandra tried to speak, but his deep, dark eyes held her completely captive. She felt his powers reaching into her mind, numbing her ability to flee.
The others joined him.
Still, the one before her kept his hands on her wrists, his mesmerizing gaze on hers.
"Well, well," the tallest said as he dragged a cold finger down her cheek. "When I came out to feed tonight, the last thing I expected to find was our missing heiress."
She snapped her head away from his touch. "Killing me won't free you," she said. "It's only a myth."
The one holding her turned her around to face his leader.
The Daimon leader laughed. "Aren't we all? Ask any human in this bar if vampires exist and what will they say?" He ran his tongue over his long canine teeth as he eyed her evilly. "Now, come outside and die alone, or we'll feast off your friends."
He slid his predator's gaze over to Michelle, who was far enough away and so captivated by Tom that she wasn't even aware of the fight that had gone on over on Cassandra's side of the large, crowded bar. "The brunette is strong. Her soul alone should sustain us for at least six months. As for the blonde ..."
His gaze drifted over to where Kat lay surrounded by humans who didn't appear aware of how she'd gotten hurt. No doubt the Daimons were using their powers to fog the minds of the humans around them to keep them from interfering.
"Well," he continued ominously, "a little snack never hurt anyone."
He grabbed her arm at the same time the Daimon holding her let go.
Unwilling to go quietly to her slaughter, Cassandra reverted to her strict and intensive training. She stepped back into the arms of the Daimon behind her and brought her heel down on his instep.
She buried her fist into the stomach of the Daimon before her, then darted between the other two and headed for the door.
With his inhuman speed, the tallest Daimon cut her off halfway there. A cruel smile curved his lips as he pulled her viciously to a stop.
She kicked out, but he prevented her from hurting him.
"Don't." His deep voice was mesmerizing and filled with the promise of lethal harm should she disobey him.
Several people in the bar turned to look at them, but one vicious glare from the Daimon and they headed off.
No one would help her.
But it wasn't over yet ... She would never surrender to them.
Before she could attack again, the front door of the club swung open with an arctic blast.
As if he sensed something even more evil than himself, the Daimon turned his head toward the door.
His eyes widened in panic.
Cassandra turned to see what held him transfixed and then she, too, couldn't tear her gaze away.
The wind and snow swirled into the entranceway around a man who stood at least six feet six.
Unlike most people who walked around in ten-degree weather, the newcomer wore only a long, thin black leather coat that rippled with the wind. He had on a solid black sweater, biker boots, and a pair of tight black leather pants that hugged a lean, hard body that beckoned with wild, sexual promise.
He had the confident, deadly swagger of a man who knew he had no equal. Of a man who dared the world to try and take him on.
It was the gait of a predator.
And it made her blood run cold.
Had his hair been blond, she would have presumed him another Daimon. But this man was something else entirely.
His shoulder-length jet-black hair was blown back from a perfectly sculpted face that caused her heart to pound. His black eyes were cold. Steely. His face was set and impassive.
Neither pretty, nor feminine, the man was such a Powdered Donut, he wouldn't even have to share it in her bed!
Drawn like a homing beacon, and oblivious to the crowd in the bar, the newcomer swept his dark, deadly gaze from one Daimon to the next, until it settled on the one by her side.
A slow, evil smile spread over his handsome face, displaying the tiniest hint of fangs.
He headed straight for them.
The Daimon cursed, then pulled her in front of him.
Cassandra fought his hold, until he took a gun out of his pocket and held it to her temple.
Screams and shouts erupted in the bar as people ran for cover.
The other Daimons moved to stand by his side into what appeared to be a battle formation.
The newcomer gave a low, sinister laugh as he sized them up. The light in his jet eyes told her how much he looked forward to the fight.
His gaze actually goaded them.
"Bad form to take a hostage," he said in a deep, smoothly accented voice that rumbled like thunder. "Especially when you know I'm going to kill you anyway."
In that instant, Cassandra knew who and what the newcomer was.
He was a Dark-Hunter — an immortal warrior who spent eternity hunting down and executing the Daimons who fed off human souls. They were the defenders of mankind and the personification of Satan for her people.
Excerpted from Kiss of the Night by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Copyright © 2004 Sherrilyn Kenyon. Excerpted by permission of St. Martin's Press.
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"This book is epic."—The Post and Courier on Acheron
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"[An] engaging read."—Entertainment Weekly
"This series puts a contemporary spin on classical mythology."—Publisher's Weekly
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Oh, how I had high hopes for this book, but I should of known it would be hard to follow up Dance with the Devil. In no way was Kiss of the Night a bad book, in fact this story is sugary sweet. Maybe a little to sweet after such a tormented predecessor as Dance with the Devil. Trapped in an existence hunting evil only in the night, Wulf Tryggvasen the viking warrior, is an easily forgotten man, literally. Everyone but Wulf's direct blood-line forgets him within five minutes of his leaving their presence. Everyone that is until he meets the beautiful half-human, half-Apollite Cassandra. Cassandra is going to die in eight months on her twenty seventh birthday, and as if that wasn't bad enough, she's man kinds last hope for survival. If Cassandra dies without producing an heir, the god Apollo dies with her and so does the sun. With Daimons chasing her in hopes of killing her before a heir can be produced, Cassandra must turn to the feared Dark Hunter. The only questions is, can Wulf overcome the taboo of Cassandra's heritage and face the truth of what he truly is. Kenyon's novel, Kiss of the Night, was a nice read that held my attention. The plot is lacking depth, the characters are a little cheesy, and there was no real sexual tension, the characters just come together quickly and then grow to love each other. The last quarter of the books story line is what saved this book from a trip down boredom lane. I enjoyed appearance of past Dark-Hunters and my all to favorite Demon - Simi. Again, kudos to Sherrilyn Kenyon for her amazing intertwining of stories. Every book in this series flows into each other with such ease and grace and within such tiny details, it commands respect for Kenyon's storytelling abilities. My new favorite game in the Dark-Hunter series has become "guess which supporting character will have a future book". I am starting to read the books with that as my main purpose. All in all, this is an OK read. Fans of the series will enjoy it, but readers just picking it up will not understand most of what is going on.
I loved this book! There wasn't as much sex and a lot more plot! Wulf and Cassandra were great characters. No human remembers Wulf five minutes after meeting him except for Cassandra and that made for some very funny situations. I loved the humor in this book. Chris, Wulf's squire, was an extremely intertaining character and I enjoyed all the interactions with him. I like the way Sherrilyn Kenyon brings in past characters from other books. We get to see Kyrian, Julian, Thalon, Zarek and most of all my favorite, Ash. Anyone looking for a strong, tall, tortured, dark, handsome hero should pick up this series. As I'm trying to read them in order, that's what I've noticed most - the books do tend to follow a certain pattern, most typically that Dark-Hunter meets girl, protects/falls in love with girl, almost loses girl, and gets the girl plus a little something from Acheron to boot. But there are times when predictable is good, and this is one of those times. You can count on a description of the hero that will make your mouth water. You can count on the tortured bit for sure. And you can definitely count on some very hot love scenes, some of which have made me blush! Finally, you can count on falling for the DH hero of each story and find yourself rooting for him to find a happy ending. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and favored this one over the others in the series so far.
The Dark-Hunter novels are truely worth staying up late reading, even rereadable. Everytime you turn the page you are drawn in deeper.
I actually was not looking forward to Wulf's story since I knew so little of him and was intrigued with another character. Boy am I glad I did not skip this one! This was the best one I have read so far. I absolutly love the difficult situation they are both placed in and to see them rise together strong. A very entertaining story and romantic!!!
This is the first Sherrilyn Kenyon book I have read and I was enticed and loving it from the moment I opened the book. I am hooked, just bought the first four books in the series (this was the 5th) and the next four that follow too. My sister calls me daily to see if she can read the next in the series 'as I finish them'...she's crazy about the Dark Hunter series too. Just sit back and enjoy a fantastic story.
I believe this book is the 5th in the Dark Hunter series. I have to say is is my favorite. Full of action and romance. I couldn't stop reading it.
I do how ever love her other novels a hole lot better. Kiss of the Night is totaly orignal and for that I give 5 stares; but dosn't hold a candle to Dance with the Devil that was out standing and thats the only reason I just say this books great not fantastic. Please read. oh you must read the other titles in her Dark-hunter novels! You'll just be blown away:)
Before reading the book i read the reviews. And I read the ones with 4 stars or less. I thought this book was good. I laughed and I cried. Sometimes its nice to have a book that you can actually laugh at the charactors. Then cry alittle too, it pulls you in. I wasnt really expecting to enjoy this one. We didnt know much about the Dark Hunter going in. But coming out, I really liked all of the personalities of all the new people. It was a change and it was a good change. I would and will read this again.
It might just be me, but the begining threw me completely off. If Apolomy was barren, then miraculously had 1 child, how were 2 seperate ones born - 1 stolen/slaughtered and 1 sent out??? And born to different gods? What??? [I didn't get it, even after reading 10 times] Then Katra had no idea who she was at first? Really??? Plus Spathi Damions, Dream-Hunters and Were's were inter-mixed, but still made little sense to me. I think there was an over-kill of information. Cassandra and her friends kinda bored me, too. And why kill Cass if she's gonna die in 8 months anyways? Alot of feelings were explained over-and-over. Hearing it twice is usually good enough for me. It's worthwhile to read for the series, Wulf's funny, the loves scenes were HOT, and I'll always love Ash - but it's not one of my favs. <3
I have not read one of the Dark Hunter Series I didn't like...The story about Wolf was one of my favorites. I read all 7 books in a two week period and loved everyone. I can't wait until another Dark Hunter book is out...I'd like to find out more of the mistery behind Achron.
These books hold you captive until the last minute. The greatest novels written in these times. Very mysterious and catching. Must read the series.
Making his preveiw in 'Night Embrace' with a hillarious line that i wont say on here, he by far has the best sense of humor out of all of the hunters. They all have their own powers, Wulfs is definatly his humor. I would give it ten stars, but fives the highest!
I fell in love with the previous Dark Hunter novels. The heros Julian, Kyrian, Talon and even Zarak were men to dream on. Ms. Kenyon did not develop Wulf with the same care that she did her other men. I found the story to be weak and continunity was poor. From the success of her earlier books I can only wonder if Ms. Kenyon was in a hurry or if she simply didn't plan her story well. I will keep this book as part of the series and I have high hope for her future books. She needs to stick to the winning formula from Fantasy Lover and other Dark Hunter novels.
I had to give this book 5 stars because I actually cried 3 different times in the reading of the book. Books do not often draw me in enough where I actually cry but this one truly does. I thought the ending was a little rushed and I was sad at the outcome for one couple. The humor was spot on especially after all the boys from the first 4 books in this series got together. It was a bit confusing in the beginning until you find out the book is running in tandem with the two behind it. A very ...more I had to give this book 5 stars because I actually cried 3 different times in the reading of the book. Books do not often draw me in enough where I actually cry but this one truly does. I thought the ending was a little rushed and I was sad at the outcome for one couple. The humor was spot on especially after all the boys from the first 4 books in this series got together. It was a bit confusing in the beginning until you find out the book is running in tandem with the two behind it. A very good read!
I love Kenyon's Dark-Hunter series, but after the emotional whirlwind that was Dance with the Devil, this entry was a bit of a let down. Wulf just did not capture me the way previous Dark-Hunters have, despite his predicament (no one remembers him once he leaves the room). Still, this book had a lot going fo it, especially in the expanded world-building. Daemons come about when Apollites refuse to die as they are cursed to do on their 27th birthdays. They start eating human souls to stay alive, and Dark-Hunters must stop them. When Wulf falls for Cassandra, an Apollite who is also destined to die, it creates a moral dilemma and a more tragic obstacle to the romance. But, this IS romance, so they will get their HEA thanks to some clever plot twists from the author.Overall, though this didn't suck me in like the books before, it was still a worthwhile read and a solid entry to the series.
I tried really, really hard but I just couldn't like this one. In great part, its because I simply couldn't connect with the main protagonists. Right from the start until the end, I couldn't like Wulf and Cassandra. I don't dislike them either. I just couldn't understand why they fell for each other and whether they got together or not didn't seem to matter. Their story just feels like an excuse to put two people on different sides of the fence together. To illustrate, I found myself skipping huge chunks of the interactions between them just to get the story to move on.One of the parts I thought could be explored further was Wulf's introduction to the Apollite and Daimon world. How will his new knowledge impact the Dark-Hunters ? It seems unfair to continue seeing all of them as the enemy in the light of the different types of Daimons out there. Not all Daimons prey on the innocent. Yet, too much hesitation could endanger the Dark-Hunters and the humans. And will the Greek gods who by their irresponsible actions caused this dichotomy ever have their just punishment ? It will be interesting to see where this leads.The only bright spark is getting to see old favorites from previous books and meeting some interesting new ones. Acheron is as mysterious as ever. Simi and Zarek's appearance though extremely short, had me laughing at their behaviour. And now we have Chris, Kat and Urian. Chris's plight as the overprotected only child is funny and sweet. In fact, for the first half of the book most of the laughs came from his interactions with others. As for Kat, who is she and why is it the omnipotent Acheron can't sense her ? Also what is Urian now after his resurrection? Will this former Daimon really kill his own father for vengeance in the future ?Read this only for continuity's sake in the Dark-Hunter world. Else, you might want to skip this one.
As long as I read this series with long gaps between each book I find myself more willing to enjoy them. Wulf and Cassandra's story is a little different too though the standard formula still applies. I do have to give Kenyon some props for weaving the series so deftly though, there are several instances where the threads from other books in the series, where the events seem to be happening concurrently, intersect this one.
I enjoyed this book. I found it to be quite different and it was nice to see a different perspective. I am not enjoying the cross of the different series, though, because it feels like I'm missing big chunks of stuff here and there because of not realizing there are books that should be read in between from the other series.It's not stopping me from enjoying the books though.
For me, too many things didn't add up! The attraction between Wulf and Cassandra didn't make sense; The odd erotic dream or two does not lead to that kind of emotional attachment in such a short space of time. Overall, this is a nice easy read and provides some background information about the Apollites and Dark Hunters.
I¿m still not sure exactly what I feel about this book as a whole. The first half of the book was terrible, but the second half was fantastic. I really liked Wulf a lot at first, but quickly found myself disliking him. As soon as he found out Cassandra is an Apollite he goes from treating her like a person (in his dreams) to treating her like she¿s something he accidentally stepped in. He keeps this attitude toward her even after a very big announcement (he does treat her slightly better, but only because she has something he wants badly).I was pissed that she was just taking it. Being strong is one thing, but letting someone treat you like dirt is quite another. I didn¿t like Cassandra so much after that, and Wulf had already lost my vote by then. Where the hell does a romance go from there?Well, it goes nowhere. Fortunately, Kenyon pulled the story out of its nosedive when we get into the Apollite culture. It¿s very hard to look at them (and even Daimons) the same way again. A very nice touch.My other gripe is the pattern Kenyon had developed. Every hero from the last books had to be rounded up and paraded through at an opportune time. The character list is getting longer than a Greek tragedy, and it¿s time to let some people stay home or even move on.Alright, one more thing. One thing can save both their lives and their reactions are essentially ¿Ew¿. Seriously, it¿s not even anything, no big deal at all, especially when you¿re considering what¿s on the line. Not the best in the DH series.
Dark Hunter: " A souless guardian who stands between mankind and those who would see mankind destroyed" SK "Dance With The Devil"Daimons: "Avicious breed of Apollite who chose to prolong their short lives by killing humans and stealing their souls" Sk "Kiss of the Night"Wulf Tryggasen, ex viking warrior turned dark hunter, is uniquely curse. After leaving a preson's presence they forget all about him within five minutes. Causing him aggravation and lonliness.Cassandra Peters is an Apollite princess who only has 8 months left to live. She lives life to the fullest as their is no time to waste. Cassandra is being hunted by the daimons as she has a unique gift.Wulf is assaigned to protect Cassandra, a women of the very race that he has been hunting for centuries, who has the ability to get past his curse. Neither of them will trust each other. Together they must learn to trust each other to defeat the daimons and find their love for each other.
I enjoy the Dark-Hunter books not only because they have some hot and steamy romance, but because I think that Kenyon¿s created a really interesting mythology here. I learned a lot more about Apollites and Daimons in this book, and I think I¿m finally starting to understand the big picture a little more. Plus, you know, there¿s the hot and steamy stuff.
This is the fifth installment in the Dark-Hunter series. It is neither the worst nor the best. It follows the story of Wulf, a Dark-Hunter sworn to protect the human world from soul-sucking Daimons. Wulf has a curse upon him, that no human not of his bloodline can remember him. This fact apparently makes him feel quite lonely. Then he meets Cassandra, and discovers that she can remember him. Their attraction to one another is complicated by the fact that their species are natural enemies, and that forces beyond their control have been working to push them together against their will.This book was very enjoyable at some parts, boring at others. Just when I thought I was ready to give up on it, something would grab my attention and make me laugh or cry. I can't say either main character was all that remarkable. Cassandra was honestly quite two-dimensional. Wulf was a bit more developed but unfortunately still predictable. Overall, I think if you're a fan of the Dark-Hunter series you'll enjoy this book.
This is the 5th book in the Dark-Hunter series.ARGH. One of these days, I'm going to stop browsing through the Amazon reviews to refresh my memory. Ah, who am I kidding? I won't do that. I enjoy it too much--it's my version of reality TV, I think. Anyway, somebody dinged this book because *gasp* *shock* *horror* the heroine had S-E-X when she was pregnant! AAAAHHHH, how sick and perverted! Um.... how does she think the heroine got pregnant in the first place? Pardon me while I envision whacking the reviewer over the head with a cluebat. Thanks. I feel better now.Boy, does Kenyon ever believe in torturing her heroes! And she's very inventive at it, too. Dark-Hunter Wulf Tyrggvason has an unusual problem--nobody who's not of his blood, or a Dark-Hunter or Daimon can remember him 5 minutes after they leave him. And there's only one of his descendants left: Chris, who works as his squire.There's some wonderful stuff there between Wulf and Chris. Wulf is seriously overprotective, because if something happens to Chris, there'll be nobody who remembers him--Dark-Hunters can't be together because they drain each others' powers, and Daimons are the enemy. He's also constantly nagging Chris to procreate--a problem when the college-age young man drives a Hummer and has bodyguards, making prospective dates think he's a drug dealer.Then Wulf saves a young woman, coincidentally a classmate of Chris's, from some Daimons, and she can remember him. Turns out Cassandra is an Apollite. Not only that, but she's a 26-year-old Apollite. (Apollites die on their 27th birthdays unless they steal a human's soul by drinking their blood and becoming a Daimon.) And she's also the last direct descendant of Apollo himself. As such, if she dies without procreating, so does the sun, destroying the world.There's also some wonderful stuff between Cassandra and her father, who had to watch his wife and older daughter die and knows Cassandra is next. There's very much a family theme going on here, especially when Cassandra gets pregnant and has to face knowing she'll die not long after the baby's born.And the Apollites... well, that's just hideous. We've known about them from the beginning of the series, but, as with Wulf and the other Dark-Hunters, we just didn't think about them very much until they became Daimons, in which case, they were evil and had to be killed. The concept of dooming an entire race to being forced to make a choice between becoming an evil killer or dying an agonizing death at such a young age... all because of some quarrel between gods... made me seriously angry. I'm avoiding a rant about people with power destroying regular people's lives without a second thought, but only just.It's a decent story, heart-wrenching as I'm learning this series tends to be, but I'm thinking maybe there's just a little too much going on in this one. All the explanations about the history got very confusing, and I'm not sure whether it's because it wasn't written very clearly or if it's that there was just so much of it.And then there was the back-and-forth between Wulf and Cassandra. I always hate that in romances. They argue, seemingly come to an agreement, then in the next chapter they're having the identical argument. Her pregnancy solves the problems of both of them needing heirs, but I was angry that she refused all suggestions of ways she could live. On the one hand, I could understand needing to feel at peace with imminent death, but to me it felt more like we had to veto all these suggestions so the magical solution at the end would be necesary.The self-sacrifice theme irritated me a lot, too, as it always does. I think it's because I am not one for self-sacrifice, and this whole town full of noble people who willingly spend 24 hours in agony rather than taking a quick slit of the wrists or something because they think it's what the god wants... just makes me want to puke. I have a really hard time believing that it's only a small minority who's angry
Wulf has been cursed that any human who meets him will not remember him 5 minutes after leaving his presence. He meets Cassandra when he helps save her from daimons. He feels a spark, but doesn't think to pursue her because of the curse. He later finds out that she isn't completely human and in fact is partially a member of the race that is his sworn enemy. And he is now supposed to protect her, because her death could mean the end of the world. I like the direction that this book took. It didn't focus so much around the dark-hunters, but more around learning more about their enemies (the daimons). Wulf and Cassandra have a wonderfully complex relationship and it was a pleasure to watch in bloom over the course of the book.