"Wild, wicked, and wonderfully imaginative!" -Sylvia Day, New York Times bestselling author
The Demonica series returns....
WARRIOR OF HEAVEN
Reaver is an angel with a past, a record, and a less-than-heavenly attitude. Powerful enough to fight alongside the fiercest battle angels-and crazy enough to risk his wings on a one-way mission to hell-he's agreed to go where no angel has ever gone before . . . to steal the most seductive and dangerous prize of Satan himself.
ANGEL OF HELL
Harvester is one of the Fallen, a once-heroic angel who sacrificed her wings to work as an undercover agent in hell. But now her cover has been blown, and she's doomed to an eternity of agonizing torture. Even if Reaver can snatch her away from Satan's lair, even if they can fight their way out of the underworld's darkest depths, there is one thing Harvester can never escape-her newfound thirst for an angel's blood . . .
About the Author
A former meteorologist and EMT, Air Force veteran Larissa Ione now gets her daily dose of excitement from vampires, werewolves, demons, and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. She lives in wintery Wisconsin with her U.S. Coast Guard husband, her teenage son, a rescue cat, and her hellhound, a King Shepherd named Hexe.
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By Larissa Ione
Grand Central PublishingCopyright © 2013 Larissa Ione
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In any other building in the world, the sight of a hellhound lying on the floor with a baby in its mouth would send people screaming in horror or scrambling for weapons.
In a castle belonging to one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, people didn't bat an eye.
Reaver ignored the shaggy black beast that bared its teeth at him as he strode across the great room. Hellhounds hated angels, and the feeling was mutual.
"Thanatos," Reaver called out, "Cujo is slobbering on your son."
Thanatos poked his blond head out of the library doorway. "That's why Logan gets a lot of baths."
The hound, a puppy itself at around two hundred pounds, flopped onto its side and allowed Logan to tug on its fur and ears as the infant climbed on top of the beast. Logan was going to be a soggy, furry mess by the time his mother, Regan, got home.
It had been months since Reaver had been here, and not much had changed. The fire that burned practically year-round was going in the hearth, vampire servants bustled between the cavernous rooms, and the mouthwatering aroma of fresh bread wafted from the kitchen. Regan had added personal touches here and there, replacing some of Thanatos's ancient weapons and gory paintings on the walls with tapestries and pictures of the local landscape. Throw rugs now covered the hard, cold floors, and baby toys lay scattered like colorful land mines that squeaked in shrill protest when Reaver's booted feet accidentally stomped on them.
The keep's massive wooden doors flew open behind Reaver, bringing a chilly blast of late spring Greenlandic wind through the entrance. Ares, Reseph, and Limos came in with the breeze, Ares in shorts, a T-shirt, and flip-flops, Reseph in jeans and nothing else, and Limos in a glaringly orange maternity sundress. When she saw Reaver, she grinned, and despite being five months pregnant, she tackled him in a fierce embrace.
He'd always loved her enthusiasm, even before he learned she was his daughter, and he hugged her close. He just wished he'd been able to give her much-needed hugs when she was a child. Wished he could have been there for her first steps, her first words.
If only he'd known about her. And Ares. And Thanatos. And Reseph.
"'Sup, Pops?" Limos pulled away, taking her tropical piña colada scent with her. "Where have you been? We haven't seen you in months."
Time ran differently in Heaven, so it felt like only days to Reaver. And maybe he'd been a little hesitant to visit. For years he'd been the Horsemen's Heavenly Watcher, but the dynamic of their relationship had changed since he'd discovered they were his offspring. He'd been fired as their Watcher, and more important, he wasn't sure how to be a father to five-thousand-year-old legends.
Worse, he didn't know how to be a grandfather. He was over five thousand years old and technically could be a grandfather thousands of times over, but he didn't feel old enough to be a grandfather even once.
"I've been in the Akashic Library trying to find something ... anything, that'll help track down Gethel," Reaver said, and Thanatos growled at the mention of the Horsemen's ex-Watcher, an angel who betrayed Heaven and nearly killed Than's son. "I even searched her home in Heaven, but it's been ransacked by Enforcers already."
Enforcers, Heaven's angel lawkeepers, had made finding the renegade angel a top priority, their zealous pursuit spurred by the fact that the entire underworld was buzzing about her rumored involvement in some sort of plot against Heaven. Intel from the Heavenly spy network indicated a countdown was also involved. But a countdown to what?
"It should not be this difficult." Frustration lashed Reaver all the way to his wing feathers. He'd been searching for eight months without a single lead. "She isn't technically a fallen angel, so she can't hide in Sheoul—" He broke off, wheeling around at the sudden sensation of evil emanating from the doorway.
"My ears are burning." Tiny flecks of light materialized into a shape. Gethel's shape.
Instantly, the Horsemen flicked their fingers over the crescent-shaped scars on their throats, activating their armor and their weapons. Snarling, the hellhound leaped to his feet, somehow sweeping Logan beneath his big body as everyone put themselves between the child and Gethel.
"Limos!" Than shouted. "Get Logan out of here."
Reaver didn't hesitate. He blasted the angel with nuclear-grade direlight. The blue spear of sizzling light whispered through Gethel's body and blew up the keep's massive wooden door. Gethel, unharmed, merely smiled, even when he sent an arc of fire at her head. The flaming column passed through her like an arrow through fog.
"How the fuck did you do that?" Thanatos advanced on her, sword leveled at her throat, but Reaver suspected the Horseman's weapon would be as useless as his own. The souls Than stored in his armor—the souls of those he killed—swirled at his feet, anxious to kill. "How did you get in here? My keep is warded against anyone but my Watchers and Reaver flashing in."
"The child I carry lent me his power." Gethel touched her stomach, and Reaver's mouth went dry at the sight of the bump under her palm.
What kind of child could she possibly be carrying? Power of that magnitude in any species was almost unheard of.
The answer came to him like a poleax between the eyes. A Radiant, or Shadow Angel, as some called them, would be powerful enough to blow through Than's wards. But there hadn't been any angels of that class around for centuries. If Gethel was pregnant with an angel who could travel freely through both Heaven and Hell, the archangels needed to know.
The hairs on the back of Reaver's neck stood up, and half a second later, the Horsemen's Sheoulic and Heavenly Watchers, Revenant and Lorelia, flashed in.
Ares's leather armor creaked as he stepped closer to Gethel, his two-handed sword poised to strike a lethal blow. "Explain."
Gethel dragged out a dramatic pause. "I'm going to give birth to Lucifer."
Bullshit. Lucifer, Satan's right-hand man, was dead. Reaver had seen the fallen angel torn to pieces with his own eyes. So what was Gethel's game?
"You mean Lucifer's child?" Reaver hoped not. Any spawn of Lucifer's would be as powerful as most archangels.
"Lucifer himself," she said sweetly, and Reaver's stomach wrenched with disbelief. "I was chosen to be the vessel that will give him physical form again." She eyed Thanatos's sword. "Go ahead and run me through. I'm not really here. My precious Lucifer has the power to project my image to the moon if I want."
A thunderous rumble tore through the castle, and then two archangels dressed in business casual slacks and shirts slammed to the ground in twin rays of golden light. Before anyone could react, Raphael and Metatron swept the Horsemen and Revenant, their evil Watcher, aside like flies, leaving them lying unconscious on the ground. Lorelia stood there looking stunned and grateful to be left conscious.
Reaver snared Raphael's arm. "What did you do to them?"
Irritation flickered in the angel's expression, and Reaver knew he was close to being laid out by some über-powerful archangel weapon.
"They'll recover." Raphael gestured to Gethel. "When we get hold of you, you won't recover."
"You are an angel, Gethel." Metatron's silver-blue eyes flashed lightning, but his words were measured. Controlled. The calm before the tempest. "You can stop this madness before it's too late."
"Why would I do that? I'm carrying the second most powerful being in Sheoul." She drummed her fingers on her belly. "His power will rival even yours."
"How is this possible?" Lorelia asked, obsessively twisting the ruby ring on her pinky. "Reseph destroyed Lucifer months ago."
In truth, Reseph's demon half, Pestilence, had also played a key role in Lucifer's messy demise, but Reaver wasn't going to split hairs right now.
"Lucifer was destroyed," Metatron agreed, never taking his eyes off Gethel. "But his soul was sent to Sheoulgra. Given the right, albeit unlikely, conditions—"
"He could be reborn," Raphael finished sourly. "But under what circumstances?"
Metatron closed his eyes as Gethel smirked, waiting for him to solve the puzzle. "Only Satan is powerful enough to sire a reincarnated fallen angel of Lucifer's status. The mother would need to be someone pure and holy who fell from grace."
"Or an angel who betrayed Heaven and Earth," Reaver said grimly. "Gethel."
Gethel clapped. "Bravo."
Raphael glared at Reaver. "If you'd killed her when you had the chance, this wouldn't have happened."
Way to stab me where it hurts, dickhead. Reaver's failure to kill the golden-haired wench during their last battle ate at him like acid. But that didn't mean he liked being taken to task about it by a puffed-up archangel who had parked his butt safely behind his monstrosity of a desk while the human realm suffered under a demon invasion and near-apocalypse.
"If any of you had gotten off your pampered asses to, I don't know, help, maybe she'd be dead by now," Reaver said, wondering if he should throw in a few expletives for emphasis. Ultimately, he decided not to push his luck. Either archangel could turn him into a juicy stain.
"You really should have killed me," Gethel said, twisting the knife Raphael had already stabbed him with. "Now I'm under the protection of both Satan and Lucifer." She patted her belly again, as if she was carrying a sweet, innocent baby and not, literally, the spawn of Satan. "Granted, my little boy isn't as strong as he could be yet, but I'm about to rectify that. Harvester's blood, extracted with the Dark Lord's own pressing machines, will nourish him." Fat black veins started to spread from her fingers to her arms, neck, and finally, her face, and her voice went low. "And then you will all know his wrath. All of Heaven will feel it."
Gethel's image faded away, and Reaver's heart plummeted to his feet at the mention of Harvester. Until five months ago, Reaver had believed she was the enemy. Raphael's revelation that she'd been working with Heaven all along, that she'd fallen from Heaven in order to watch over the Horsemen, had knocked Reaver for a loop.
But what had really blown his mind was that the archangels refused to rescue her from Satan's prison. Her service to Heaven and mankind deserved better.
Plus, Reaver wanted answers. He needed to know why she would give up everything to watch over children who weren't even hers.
Lorelia smoothed her hands down the front of her gray business jacket and matching skirt as she looked at the empty space where Gethel had stood. For at least the tenth time, Reaver wondered how she'd ever been chosen as Watcher. She'd always come across as a little mousy, a lot inquisitive, and definitely more scholar than warrior.
"What was Gethel talking about?" she asked.
Metatron spoke up, his voice still calm, but an underlying current of anger charged the air around him. "Lucifer's power was second only to Satan's before he died; being born as Satan's son will only make him stronger." Like most archangels, Metatron rarely put away his wings, and now the silver wingtips that matched the streaks in his dark hair fluttered at his feet. "Worse, the rare reincarnation of any fallen angel results in fractures in Heaven's very foundation."
"But Lucifer isn't just any angel," Raphael said, his voice going hoarse as the implications of Lucifer's rebirth sank in. "His birth will cause cataclysmic events in Heaven. Quakes. Floods. Volcanic eruptions. Angels and humans in Heaven will be caught in the disasters and die, lost forever."
Lorelia asked, "How does Harvester fit in with this?"
"She's Satan's daughter," Reaver told Lorelia. "Feeding Lucifer her blood can only make him stronger."
"She's not just his daughter," Metatron reminded them grimly. "She's the only one of his children conceived while he was still an angel. Even though she's fallen, her blood will give Lucifer some talents and powers that are usually exclusive only to Heavenly angels."
"We have to find and destroy Gethel before Lucifer is born," Raphael, angel of the freaking obvious, said.
"And how do you propose to do that?" Lorelia asked.
Metatron and Raphael looked stumped, but Reaver had an idea that could not only take care of Lucifer but could force the archangels to do what they should have done months ago.
"We'll have to spring Harvester from Satan's prison."
"Absolutely not," Raphael barked.
Metatron snorted. "Impossible. Any rescue attempt on our part will confirm Heaven's role in her espionage against Satan, and it'll start a war—"
"Yeah, yeah," Reaver interrupted. "A war between Heaven and hell will mean death, destruction, and rivers running with angel blood, blah, blah."
Funny how the archangels were concerned about this war when they hadn't been all that worried about an apocalypse in the human realm. But then, most angels liked to bury their heads in the clouds and pretend humans and demons didn't exist.
"It's wrong that she's imprisoned," Reaver argued. "She was helping our side."
Raphael shook his head. "She was well aware that if she was ever caught, she'd go down as a lone wolf who was working her own evil agenda. Her cover was blown, she got caught, and it's over."
"I still don't understand," Lorelia said. A summoned copy of A History of the Watchers of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse popped into her hand, and she immediately started flipping through it. Yup, scholar. "How will rescuing Harvester help our cause?"
Reaver chose his words carefully. Raphael and Metatron needed to believe Reaver had no ulterior motive. That he didn't want to rescue Harvester in part so he could piece together the past he'd lost when his memories of being Yenrieth were ripped from his mind. He'd asked for his memory back, over and over, but he'd been met with refusal every time.
But Harvester had known Yenrieth. She'd given up her wings for his children. Clearly, Yenrieth had meant something to her once, even if she didn't remember what he looked like.
"As Satan's daughter," Reaver began, "Harvester can sense her siblings. She can find Lucifer even if he's inside Gethel."
Lorelia scowled. "What's to keep her brothers and sisters from finding Harvester after she escapes?"
"Harvester's ability to sense Satan's offspring is unique," Metatron answered, "for the same reason her blood is stronger than that of her siblings. She was conceived in Heaven before Satan was expelled."
"No." Raphael crossed his arms over his chest and pegged Reaver with a hard glare. "Nyet. Nein. Non. Nei. Nu. Na. Shise. Yai. You aren't rescuing Harvester. Is any of this getting through to you?"
Reaver smiled. "You're wrong about shise. That's Sheoulic for fungus. The word you're looking for is shishe." Idiot.
"Why am I not surprised by your fluency in the universal demon language?" Raphael's own smile was chilly. "Did all your demon friends and lovers teach you?"
Reaver didn't take the archangel's bait. His best friends were demons, but he hadn't been intimate with a demon in years. Not since the day he earned his wings back. And right now, his friends weren't the issue.
"If you won't mount a rescue for Harvester, let me do it. Give me command of a flight of battle angels."
Raphael scoffed. "You want command of an entire flight? You're barely capable as a battle soldier."
"I'm more powerful than any battle angel, and you know it."
"But you can't follow orders. How are you supposed to lead if you can't follow?" Metatron sounded almost reasonable. Wrong, but reasonable.
Raphael's shrewd gaze fixed on Reaver as if stripping him down to his very essence. Reaver actually looked down to make sure he was still clothed in jeans and a navy button-down.
"We appreciate your wanting to help," Raphael said in the same tone someone might use to pat a child on the head. "But even if we did decide to rescue Harvester, you'd be the last person we'd send. She hated Yenrieth. She'd be more likely to hand you over to Satan than let you rescue her."
Reaver frowned. "But she gave up her wings for his—my—children. Why would she do that if she hated me?"
Raphael's mouth puckered like he'd licked a rotten lemon. "I've wondered the same thing." He waved his hand, dismissing the subject and Reaver. "We'll take it from here."
"You can't do this—"
Raphael waved his hand again, and Reaver's voice cut out. "We can do whatever we want."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Would have been GREAT if there was a warning that this book would be actually understood if you read the lords of deliverance books first. Now I have to go back and read those books (even though I already know some of the info as I had to squint through the first few chapters)... bloody hell!
Worth Reading... Total Pages: 317; Story Pages: 293 Reaver & Harvester's story. Both are angel's. Everyone thinks Harvester is evil until they find out she fell from Heaven on purpose (to become a spy in Hell). This one is part of the Demonica series but I think it reads better if you wait until you read the Lords of Deliverance series first.
I have read every book in this series and loved them all! I love finally seeing everything coming together to create this very well told story of pain, family, love, and also courage. Each new character introduced sometimes makes you hate them but go soft for them, even the bad guys. Great add to the collection.
I accidently skipped ahead and didn't read the Lords of Deliverance before I read this. But this was still awesome! I think I will read it again after the I read the Hotsemen books.
I have been reading Larissa Ione since Pleasure Unbound... I love her books. This particular book seemed a little shorter than the rest, or maybe I power read it, i'm not sure. But these books are amazning and it has the ability to draw you in and you keep wanting more. I'm sure she will one day begin to get tired of writing, but I'll keep reading until she does. This book was great! Just as great as all the others!
~Reviewed by FRANCESCA & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog Just when I thought I couldn’t love this woman more, here comes REAVER. I’ve been waiting for his book since I read LETHAL RIDER and I found out all the little tidbits of information that left me craving his story. He’s come a long way from when we first met him, and although I always knew he would be sexy…. I didn’t expect to fall so hard for him. He is the perfect male. The one you want by your side, the one you take home to meet the parents. *sigh* I have officially inducted Reaver to the top of my book boyfriend list. But wait, that’s not where my fascination with this book ends. I’m admittedly a fan of strong, tough heroines. Kick ass and maybe a little mean. They may bite a bit. Well, that’s Harvester. Knowing their backstory, and knowing how they’ve both come so far and changed so much through the centuries, was already heartbreaking. But seeing what Harvester has had to go through, what she’s willingly put herself through, was beautiful. She is truly tough with a heart of gold. I don’t want to bore you with the many reasons why I loved both Harvester and Reaver, just know that they are two of the most awesome characters in this series! And they are perfect for each other. I was unprepared for the extent of it. REAVER does their story justice in every way. The slow build up, the step by step unveiling of memories, the past colliding with who they are now. I couldn’t have asked for Ms. Ione to do any better. This was perfect. As I’ve come to expect from Ms. Ione, REAVER had a lot of action and slow burn sexual tension. The battles always get bigger and more dangerous and this was no exception. But my favorite part for sure was the fact that the characters stayed true to who they’ve become. I was so consumed in this story while reading it that I could hardly think of anything else. I needed to see it all play out and see their HEA. So thank you Ms. Ione for one of my most enjoyable paranormal reads this year! I can’t wait to see what you have up your sleeve next. *ARC provided by publisher
The first 5 books to this series were wonderful but this one fell way short. Maybe if it was 150 pages less it would of been good but the way it stands, it is one of the most long drawn out books I have ever read and I have over 1500 On my nook. It just took each situation and instead of getting it over, it was dragged out until I was actually bored and put the book down. What normally would have taken me a day to read, stretched out to 3 days. I literally forced myself at certain points not to give up and archive it. Sometimes its better to end a good series than to stretch it on with nothing.
Reaver and Harvester, what a pair, in love forever, and they had to go through hell (literally) and back to be together. Not only was this book exciting from page one to the end, but, it also answered many questions that I had from both series. A great addition. Now on to Revenant, the final book (so far).
I really like this series. I'm listening to an audio book for this one. The narrator is good but she's making the characters sound completely different than the one who did Sin Undone. They sound like surfer dudes and it's difficult to get used to. Ok, I've finished. I have to say, once I got used to the voices that the narrator envisioned, rather than what I had in my head...you know how that is...it was great! As for the narrator, she does some really good accents and inflections. Now, to the book itself. I loved it. 4.5+ stars. I don't know if this is my favorite of the series but it was a hell of a ride! There is so much packed into this book, I expected it to end several times, and it kept going! Not in a bad way, just a lot of unexpected plot twists. Plus, we get to hear about Reaver & Harvester's histories. I thought it was very well done. If it's not my favorite, it's a close second.
Another great one. Love the series, can't wait for more.
Reaver and Harvester's story is amazing and wonderful. I wanted it to continue on, like I do all my reads. They were breathe taking and well worth the money I paid and the time spent reading.
This book was awesome from begining to end. it was sad and funny and judt great.
I loved this story! I have read all of the Demonica and Lords of Deliverance books, but she never ceases to amaze me. Reads quick, which is a plus and a minus!
As a devoted fan of any of Larissa Ione’s series, and especially the Demonica series, I have been waiting for Reaver’s story for a looooong time. And boy, did we ever get it. Full of twists and turns and a few things that I know I never saw coming, it did not disappoint. Finally, finally, we are getting the whole story of Reaver and Harvester with this book. In the beginning, Harvester is taken by Satan to his domain to be tortured as a traitor. Reaver goes to save her, and end up stuck in hell together. So, they must not only work together, but hash out their tumultuous past. Whoa. And there’s sex…hot, hot sex. I have always been intrigued by Reaver’s character, even from his days as the grumpy resident Angel at Underworld General, I knew there was way more to him, and I was right. This book was both heartbreaking and full of information for all you die-hard Demonica fans out there. Plus, Harvester’s character was a surprise to me. I didn’t want to like her, but I ended up really, really liking her and liking her and Reaver together. Harvester was interesting to me because she was an Angel, but chose to fall so that she could be a spy for heaven. So, no matter her dirty deeds, she did help to thwart an apocalypse. The one thing I didn’t realize was how much of a deep and rich history that Reaver and Harvester had together. It was heartbreaking and intense. It’s a hell of a ride! Larissa Ione never disappoints in her writing for me. She manages to make it enthralling and sexy; she also manages to give her characters depth. These aren’t just sexy smutty time books; these are books with a very complete and deep world building that really rises to the top of this genre. Overall, I enjoyed this book immensely. I am so glad there will be more to this series, and I was blown away by Reaver and Harvester’s story. You will enjoy this…and if you haven’t read this series, you better get on it, because it’s one of the best! 4.5 stars Reviewed by Sara for Crystal’s Many Reviewers *Copy provided for honest review*