Sins of the Angels

Sins of the Angels

by Linda Poitevin

Paperback(Mass Market Paperback)


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780441020911
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/27/2011
Series: Grigori Legacy Series , #1
Pages: 336
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Linda Poitevin is the author of several works including Sins of the Angels, Sins of the Lost, and Sins of the Son. In her spare time, she gardens (organically), cans, freezes the family’s winter fruit and vegetable supply, knits (basically), crochets (better), and starts way more projects than she ever finishes. Fortunately, that doesn’t hold true for her books. She loves spending time with her family, having coffee with friends, walking by the river, and watching about that order.

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It was done.

There could be no turning back.

Caim stared down at the destruction he'd wrought and held back a shudder. They would come after him, of course, as they had the first time. They couldn't allow him to succeed. Couldn't risk him finding a way back and opening a door to the others. They would send someone to hunt him, try to imprison him in that place again.

His breath snared in his chest and for a moment the awfulness of the idea made him quail inside, made his mind go blank. An eternity of that awful, mind-hollowing emptiness, that nothingness. His belly clenched at the thought. It was a miracle he had escaped, and whatever happened, he couldn't go back. Could never go back.

He focused his thoughts, made himself calm. He could do this. He could find the right one and return to where he belonged; it was just a matter of time. A matter of numbers.

Caim gazed at the corpse by his feet. It was also a matter of being more careful than this. He crouched and touched a withered fingertip to the crimson that welled from the gash in the mortal's chest. He rubbed the viscous fluid between thumb and forefinger and studied his work, displeased at the lack of control he saw there. The haste.

He scowled at the frisson of remembered, wanton pleasure that even now edged down his spine, making his heart miss a beat. He so disliked that side of himself, the part that thrilled at the destruction. He had never wanted this, had tried so hard not to give in to what she had claimed to see. He wished he'd had another choice; that she'd given him another choice.

But whether he was here by choice or not, he would do well to maintain better control. If one of her hunters had been near just now, his search would have been over before it began. He'd been so caught up in his task, he wouldn't have felt an approach until it was too late.

No, to stay ahead of her, ahead of the hunter she sent for him, Caim needed to rein himself in, to contain the bloodlust that clouded his mind. To be disciplined. He lifted his head and breathed in the alley musk, scented with rain and death. He needed to be faster, too. Finding one of the few he could use among the billions that existed now—the task seemed nothing short of monumental.

He wiped his bloody, clawed fingers on the corpse's clothing, and then, on impulse, reached over and spread the corpse's arms straight out, perpendicular to the body, and crossed the ankles over one another.

Pushing to his feet, he surveyed his handiwork with bitter satisfaction. Perfect. Even if she never saw it herself, she would know of his contempt, know what he thought of the esteem in which her children still held her.

He drew a breath deep into his lungs and stretched his arms over his head, letting his body begin to fill out again, taking on flesh and warmth. He reveled in the fierce pleasure of his own aliveness; the pull of wet cotton against his skin; the remains of the fierce summer rain dripping from his hair; the thick, sullen night air, unrelieved by the storm that had proclaimed his return. The sheer gratification of feeling.

Then, casting a last, dispassionate glance at the remains on the pavement, he turned and started down the alley toward the street. His mind moved beyond the kill to other matters. Matters such as finding a place to stay. Somewhere to hide, where a hunter wouldn't think to look for him.

Caim emerged from the alley onto the sidewalk and looked up the deserted pavement to his left, then his right. Somewhere—

He paused. Stared across the street. Smiled.

Somewhere… interesting.

Chapter One

That was the thing about a murder scene, Alexandra Jarvis reflected. It would be difficult to drive past one and later claim that you couldn't find the right place. No matter how much you wanted to.

She wheeled her sedan into the space behind a Toronto Metropolitan Police car angled across the sidewalk. Alternating blue and red spilled from the cruiser's bar lights, splashing against the squat brick building beside it and announcing the hive of activity in the dank alley beyond. Powerful floodlights, brought in to combat the pre-dawn hours, backlit the scene, and yellow crime-scene tape stretched across the alley's mouth.

And, just in case Alex needed further confirmation she'd found the right place, a mob of media looked to be in a feeding frenzy street-side of a wooden police barricade, their microphones and cameras thrust into the faces of the two impassive, uniformed officers holding them at bay. One of the uniforms glanced over as she killed her engine, acknowledging her arrival with a nod.

Alex took a gulp of lukewarm, over-sugared coffee and balled up her fast-food breakfast wrapper. She'd bought the meal, if it could be called such, out of desperation on her way home, as a combined supper and bedtime snack. The nearest she could figure, it was the first food she'd had in almost twenty hours, and she hadn't made it past the first bite before she'd been called to this, another murder. Even knowing what she'd have to view when she arrived at the scene, she'd gone ahead and eaten it. Working Homicide had that effect after a while.

She dropped the wrapper into the empty paper bag, drained the remainder of her coffee, and tossed the cup in to join the wrapper. Then she slid out of the air-conditioned vehicle.

The early August humidity slammed into her like a fist, rising from the damp pavement and the puddles that lined the uneven sidewalk. Alex grimaced. After a storm like the one that had raged from midnight until almost three, knocking out power to most of the city's core for the better part of an hour, surely they'd earned at least a brief respite from the sauna-like weather.

She fished in her blazer pocket for a hair elastic, checked that her police shield was still clipped to her waistband, and raised her arms to scrape back her shoulder-length blonde hair as she kneed shut the car door and started toward the alley.

The media piranhas, scenting new prey, engulfed her.

"Detective, can you tell us what—?"

"Can you describe—?"

"Is this death related—?"

The questions flew at her, fast and furious, and became lost in each other. Alex elbowed her way through the throng and shouldered past a television camera, wrapping the elastic around her fistful of hair. If they knew how many coffees and how little sleep she operated on, they wouldn't be so eager to get this close.

She patted her pockets in an automatic check. Pen, notebook, gloves… Lord, but her partner had picked a fine time to retire and take up fly-fishing. Davis was a hundred times more diplomatic than she was, and she'd counted on him to run media interference for her at these times. She hoped to heaven his eventual replacement would be as accommodating.

"Don't know, can't say, and no comment," she replied, and winced at the snarl in her voice, glad her supervisor wasn't there to overhear. "We'll let you know when we have a statement for you, just like we always do."

The uniform who had acknowledged her arrival lifted the tape so she could duck beneath it.

"Yeah," he muttered, "and the sharks will keep circling anyway, just like they always do."

Alex flashed him a sympathetic look and headed down the alley, her focus shifting to the tall, lanky man silhouetted against the floodlights, and to the scene he surveyed.

Her stomach rolled uneasily around its grease-laden meal. Even from here, she could see the remains of a bloodbath: telltale shadows darkened the brick walls on either side of the narrow passageway; rivulets of the night's rain, stained dark, pooled on the alley floor; crimson reflected back from puddles lit by the floodlights.

She flicked a glance at a sodden cardboard box, catalogued it as nothing out of the ordinary, strode deeper into the narrow passageway. A numbered flag, placed by forensics, marked a blurred shoe imprint in a patch of mud. Another sat beside a door where nothing visible remained, perhaps the site of something already bagged and tagged.

Alex drew nearer to the scene and inhaled a slow breath through her nose. She held it for a moment before expelling it in a soft gust. If this was the same as the others, if it was another slashing…

She drew her shoulders back and lifted her chin. If it was another slashing, she would handle it as she did any other case. Professionally, efficiently, thoroughly. Because that was how she worked. Because her past had no place here.

She stepped over the electrical cables powering the floodlights and Staff-Sergeant Doug Roberts, in charge of the Homicide unit where Alex worked, turned. A smile ghosted across his lips but didn't reach his strained eyes. Alex made out the vague shape of a human body beneath a tarp stretched out just beyond him.

"Have a good sleep?" Roberts asked. Even raised over the guttural thrum of the generator powering the lights, his voice held a dry note. He knew she'd never made it home.

Alex produced a credible return smile. "Nah. I figured the concept was highly overrated, so I settled for caffeine."

She ran a critical eye over her staff-sergeant's height, noting the two days' growth along his jaw line. Perspiration plastered his short-cropped hair to his forehead and she felt her own tresses wilt in mute sympathy. If the air out in the street had been heavy, here in the alley it was downright oppressive. The man looked ready to drop.

"What about you?" she asked.

"Ditto on the sleep, but I missed out on the caffeine."

That explained it. Given enough java in his or her system, a homicide cop could run almost indefinitely, but without…

Alex's gaze slid to the tarp. "Well?" she asked.

"We won't know for sure until the autopsy."


Silence. Because he didn't know, or because he didn't want to say?

"Chest ripped open, throat slit, posed like the others," he said finally.

"Damn," she muttered. She scuffed the toe of her shoe against a weed growing through the pavement. Four in as many days, with the last two less than twelve hours apart. One of the floodlights gave a sudden, loud pop, and the light in the alley dimmed a fraction. Underneath a loading dock, someone bellowed for a replacement bulb, his voice muffled.

Alex pushed a limp lock off her forehead, scrunched her fist over it for a moment, and said again, "Damn, damn, damn." She released her clutch on her scalp. "Is forensics finding anything?"

"After the rain we had? We're lucky the body didn't float away."

"Maybe the killer's waiting for the rain," Alex mused. "Maybe he knows it will wash away the evidence."

"So what, he's a disgruntled meteorologist? How does he know it will rain hard enough?" Roberts shook his head. "The weather's too unpredictable for someone to rely on it like that, especially lately. None of these storms this week were even in the forecast. I think it's just bad luck for us."

She sighed. "You're probably right. So, has the chief called for a task force yet?"

"Not yet, but my guess is that it's about to become a priority. I'll put in a call and get the ball rolling. The sooner we get a profiler working on this psycho, the better. You have a look around here, then go home, okay? I've put Joly and Abrams on point for this one. You've been on your feet longer than anyone else on this so far, and you need some sleep."

Alex rolled her eyes. "If this guy keeps up at the rate he's going," she muttered, "I can pretty much guarantee that won't happen."

"If this guy keeps up at the rate he's going, I'm going to need you on your toes, not dropping from exhaustion. So let me rephrase that: get some sleep."

The head of Homicide Squad stalked away, dodging a police photographer who looked to be performing a weird kind of dance in his efforts to catalogue the scene's every angle. Alex watched Roberts cover the distance to the end of the alley in remarkably few long-legged strides, and then bulldoze his way through the waiting scavengers. With a sigh that came all the way from her toes, she turned back to the bloody, rain-washed alley.

Roberts was right. The others were getting more down-time than she was on this case. They always did on slashings, because as much as she like to pretend that her past had no bearing on her present, no one else brought the same unique perspective to these cases that she did. The kind of perspective that made her drive herself a little harder, a little longer…

That made sure she wouldn't sleep much until it was over.

* * *

The Dominion Verchiel, of the Fourth Choir of angels, stared at the Highest Seraph's office door for a long moment, and then raised her hand to knock. As much as she didn't look forward to delivering bad news to Heaven's Executive Administrator, she could think of no way to avoid the task, and standing here would make it no easier.

A resonant voice, hollowed by the oaken door, spoke from within. "Enter."

Verchiel pushed inside. Mittron, overseer of eight of the nine choirs, sat behind his desk on the far side of the book-lined room, intent on writing. Verchiel cleared her throat.

"Is it important?" Mittron asked. He did not look up.

Verchiel suppressed a sigh. The Highest knew she would never intrude without reason, but since the Cleanse, he had taken every opportunity he could to remind her of her place. In fact, if she thought about it, he had been so inclined even prior to the Cleanse, but that was long behind them and made no difference now. She folded her hands into her robe, counseled herself to ignore the slight, and made her tone carefully neutral.

"Forgive the intrusion, Highest, but we've encountered a problem."

The Highest Seraph looked up from his work and fixed pale golden eyes on her. It took everything Verchiel had not to flinch. Or apologize. Her former soulmate had always had the uncanny knack of making her feel as though any issue she brought before him was her fault. Over the millennia, it had just become that much worse.

"Tell me," he ordered.


"I am aware of the situation," he interrupted, returning to his task.

Irritation stabbed at her. She so disliked this side of him. "I don't think so. There's more to it than we expected."

After making her wait several more seconds, Mittron laid aside his pen and sat back in his chair, giving her his full attention. "Where Caim is concerned, there is always more than expected. But go on." "The mortals have launched an investigation into Caim's work. They're calling him a serial killer."

"A valid observation."

"Because the police officers involved will be more likely than most mortals to put themselves in his path, I thought it prudent to warn their Guardians. Have them pay particular attention to keeping their charges safe." Verchiel hesitated.


"One of the officers doesn't have a Guardian."

"Every mortal has a Guardian."

"Actually, not every mortal has."

"Rejected his, has he?" Mittron shrugged. "Well, he has made his decision then. He is of no concern to us."

"That's what I thought at first, but I thought it prudent to make certain and—well, she is of concern. Great concern."

The Highest Seraph frowned. He sat up straighter and a shadow fell across his face, darkening the gold of his gaze to amber. Then the creases in his forehead smoothed over.

"She is Nephilim," he said.

"She is descended from their line, yes."

"That does complicate matters."


"What do you suggest we do?"

Verchiel shook her head, no closer to a solution now than she had been when she'd first heard the news herself. She moved into the study and settled into one of the enormous wing chairs across from him.

"I don't know," she admitted.

"How far back are her roots?"

"We're not sure. We're attempting to trace her, but it will take time. Even if the lineage is faint, however—"

Mittron nodded even as Verchiel let her words die away. "There may still be a risk," he agreed.


Mittron levered himself out of his chair. He paced to the window overlooking the gardens. His hands, linked behind his back, kept up a rhythmic tapping against his crimson robe. Out in the corridor, the murmur of voices approached, another door opened and closed, and the voices disappeared.

"What about assigning a Guardian to her?" he asked, his voice thoughtful.

"None of the Guardians would stand a chance against a Fallen Angel, especially one as determined as Caim."

Mittron shook his head. "Not that kind of Guardian."

"What other kind of Guardian is there?"

"A Power."

"A Power? One of my Powers? With all due respect, Mittron, there is no way a hunter would agree to act—"

"Not just any Power," Mittron interrupted. "Aramael."

Verchiel couldn't help it. She snorted. "You can't be serious."

Mittron turned from the window to face her, his eyes like chips of yellow ice, and Verchiel's insides shriveled. She paused to formulate her objection with as much care as she could. She needed to be clear about the impossibility of Mittron's suggestion. She had allowed him to sway her once before where Aramael and Caim were concerned, and could not do so again. And not just for Aramael's sake.

"Hunting Caim very nearly destroyed him the first time," she said. "We cannot ask him again."

"He is a Power, Verchiel. The hunt is his purpose. He'll recover."

"There must be some other way."

"Name one angel in all of Heaven who would risk a confrontation with a Fallen One to protect a Nephilim, no matter how faint the lineage."

Verchiel fell silent. The Highest knew she could name no such an angel, because none existed. Not one of Heaven's ranks had any love for the Nephilim, and Verchiel doubted she could find one who might feel even a stirring of pity for the race. The One herself had turned her back on the bloodline, a constant reminder of Lucifer's downfall; had denied them the guidance of the Guardians who watched over other mortals, and left them to survive—or in most cases, not—on their own.

But where this particular Nephilim was concerned, surviving Caim was essential. For all their sakes. Verchiel felt herself waver. She rested her elbow on the chair's arm.

"It will consume him," she said at last.

"Caim already consumes him, which is why we will ask him. The moment you mention Caim's name, Aramael will do anything necessary to complete the hunt, even protect a Nephilim." Mittron left the window and returned to his desk. Apparently having decided the matter was closed, he lowered himself into the chair and picked up his pen. "See to it. And keep me informed."

Despite the obvious dismissal, Verchiel hesitated. The Highest's logic made a certain kind of sense, but sending Aramael after Caim for a second time felt wrong. Very wrong. He was already the most volatile of all the Powers, barely acquiescing to any standard of control at the best of times. How much worse would he be after this?

The Highest Seraph lifted his head and looked at her. "You have a problem, Dominion?"

She did, but could think of no way to voice her elusive misgivings. At least, none that Mittron would take seriously. She rose from her chair.

"No, Highest. No problem."

Mittron's voice stopped her again at the door. "Verchiel."

She looked back.

"We will keep this matter between us." He put pen to paper and began to write. "There is no need to alarm the others."

* * *

Mittron heard the door snap shut and laid aside his pen. Leaning back, he rested his head against the chair, closed his eyes, and willed the tension from his shoulders. He was becoming so very tired of Verchiel's resistance. Every other angel under his authority obeyed without question, without comment. But not Verchiel. Never Verchiel.

Perhaps it was because of their former soulmate status, when, out of respect, he had treated her more as an equal. A mistake he'd realized too late and had paid for ever since. The cleanse had been intended to provide a clean slate between them, between all the angels, but it hadn't been as effective in all respects as he would have liked.

Not for the first time, he considered placing the Dominion elsewhere, where they wouldn't need to be in such constant contact with one another. Also not for the first time, he discarded the idea. She was too valuable as a handler of the Powers, particularly where Aramael was concerned, and particularly now.

Mittron sighed, straightened, and reached again for his pen.

No, he'd keep her in place for the moment. As long as she followed orders, however grudgingly, it would be best that way. If she didn't, well, former soulmate or not, he was able to discipline an uncooperative angel. More than able.

Chapter Two

Alex studied the scene in detail for several long minutes before she admitted to herself that she avoided the inevitable. The admission wasn't easy. In six years of homicide detail, she'd seen just about everything there was to see, and had witnessed far worse than what they dealt with now. But this one unnerved her. This one, and the three before it.

She eyed the tarp-covered corpse with distaste. She knew why slashings bothered her, of course. She didn't need a shrink to tell her that what she'd seen twenty-three years ago had left its mark. She had learned to deal with it, however; learned how to shut off the memories and disregard the initial horror that threatened to swamp her whenever she viewed such a victim. She'd had no choice—not in this career.

But this case, with so many of them so close together, and the near certainty that there would be more…

Alex pulled up her thoughts sharply. After thirty-six straight hours on her feet, her resistance was bound to be a bit low. She'd just have to be careful. She swallowed, steeled herself, and then started towards the body, pulling on latex gloves to protect the scene from contamination, steadfastly placing one foot in front of the other. She paused at the tarp. Every time she had a case like this, the memories threatened. Sometimes she could hold them back. She crouched and lifted a corner of the plastic sheeting.

And sometimes she couldn't.

Alex's breath hissed from her lungs. Despite her best efforts, images bombarded her, vivid, horrifying; resisting all attempts to push them away. She squeezed her eyes closed and gritted her teeth. Made herself think only of her mental door, made her mind force it shut again on the past. Waited for the heave of her stomach to subside and the nausea to recede.

Seconds crept by. At last, her grasp on her stomach's contents still precarious at best, she opened her eyes again, careful to focus beyond the victim. She wiped her sleeve across her forehead, removing moisture she couldn't blame on the stifling air. Footsteps approached from behind and mud-spattered black shoes entered her peripheral vision and stopped at the edge of a murky red puddle.

Alex looked up to find fellow detective Raymond Joly standing beside her. "Christ," she said softly, "Do you ever get used to seeing this, do you think?"

"Some say they do." Joly shrugged, his face a closed mask as he viewed the remains. "I think they're kidding themselves."

Alex tasted a faint metallic tang and realized she'd bitten her lip hard enough to draw blood. She licked away the droplet and, aware of Joly's presence at her side, forced herself to do her job and lift the tarp clear of the lifeless, wrecked young woman on the pavement.

Under control once more, Alex examined the victim: the single, bloody gash that ran from ear to ear across the throat, and the other slices across the torso—in groups of four, equidistant from one another—that had gone through clothing, skin, and muscle alike to expose pale bone and now-bloodless organs.

Roberts had been right. It was exactly the same pattern as the three previous killings and, like the ones before it, it wasn't an ordinary murder—if murder could ever be ordinary.

Alex chewed at the inside of her cheek as she studied the young woman's waxen features and the way she had been posed on the pavement, arms outstretched perpendicular to the body, legs together, feet crossed at the ankles.

Simple death did not satisfy whoever had done this, whoever had done the same to the others. There was more here than mere disregard for human life, more than a desire to kill. This was… Alex paused in her thoughts, searching for the right word. Obscene. Depraved. Another word jolted through her mind, and she shuddered.


She dropped the tarp and struggled to her feet. Then, to cover her discomposure, she flipped open her notebook and put pen to paper.

Joly plucked the pen from her. "Go home."

"Excuse me?" Alex looked up in surprise.

Six inches shorter than she was, but with an enormous handlebar mustache that somehow made up for his lack of stature, Joly waved his cell phone under her nose. "Roberts called and said that if you were still here, I was to kick your ass for him." He stuck the cell phone back into its holster on his belt. "He also said that this was a limited-time offer. The task force meets at eleven."

Alex glanced at her watch. That gave her six hours including travel time, first to home and then to the office. Given the fact that she lived a good forty minutes from work—without traffic—the allotment wasn't nearly as generous as it first seemed. "Lucky me," she muttered.

"Take it." Joly handed back her pen. "If this lunatic keeps up this pace, none of us will be going home again for awhile."

Recognizing the truth of his words, Alex slid the pen into her pocket and closed the notebook cover. "Do we have enough people for the canvass?"

"We'll manage. We won't exactly be tripping over witnesses around here at this hour." Joly stepped around the tarp-covered body with the unspoken respect they all gave the dead and strolled away to join his partner, tossing a last disheartening comment over his shoulder. "I hate to be the one to break it to you, Jarvis, but you won't miss a thing. This is one I'll guarantee we won't solve today."

* * *

"No." Aramael didn't turn around to deliver his refusal. Didn't care that nothing had been asked yet. He'd sensed Verchiel's approach long before her presence filled his doorway, and knew she was there.

He wouldn't do it.

"Warmest greetings to you, too," Verchiel said dryly. "May I come in?"

Aramael shrugged and selected a slim volume from the shelf in front of him. Poetry? The flowery verses might be just what he needed to soothe his battered soul. Or they might drive him over the edge into outright rebellion. Kill or cure, so to speak—and perhaps not the best choice in his current frame of mind. He slid the book back into place and, from the corner of his eye, saw Verchiel join him, her pale silver hair glowing against the rich purple of her gown. He ignored her.

"This is rude even for you," she commented at last, mild reproof in her voice.

Aramael reminded himself that she was only the messenger, and that snarling at her would serve no purpose other than to alienate one of the few angels with whom he shared any kind of civility. He gritted his teeth, looking down and sideways at her. "I'm sorry. And you're right. I am being rude. But I'm still not doing it."

"You don't even know why I'm here."

"There is only one reason a Dominion visits a Power, Verchiel. Why any of the others would visit us, either, if they bothered at all." Aramael ran his finger down the title on the spine of a massive volume, paused, and moved on. Too heavy—in the literary, as well as the literal, sense. "So, yes, I do know why you're here."

Verchiel fell silent for a moment, then admitted, "I'd never thought of it quite like that. I suppose it is rather obvious."


"You're right, of course."

"Of course. And I've told you, I'm not doing it. I've only just come back from the last hunt. Find someone else."

"There is no one else."

Aramael met the other angel's serene, pale blue gaze for a moment before he turned away. "Ezrael is in the garden. Send him."

"There's more to it this time. Mittron wants you to go."

Aramael caught back an unangelic curse and pulled a book from the shelf. "I'm tired, Verchiel. Do you understand? I'm tired, and I'm empty, and I've just finished four consecutive hunts. I'm not doing it. Send Ezrael."

"There's a woman—"

"A what?" He pushed the book back into place without glancing at its title and eyed her narrowly. "What does a mortal have to do with this?"

"She—well, she—" Verchiel floundered, avoiding his eyes. Her hands fluttered in a way that reminded him of a trapped bird. Any hint of serenity had vanished. "She's important to us," she finished.


"We think the Fallen One might attack her."

He wasn't sure if he found it more unsettling or annoying that she seemed to have lost her capacity to give him a straight answer. "And?"

"We'd like you to watch over her."

That was straight enough.

"You want me to what?"

"To look out for her. Make sure that the Fallen One doesn't reach her—"

"I'm not a Guardian."

"I know." Verchiel's hands fluttered faster. "We know. We don't expect you to protect her in any other way, just to keep…" Her voice trailed off.

"I am not a Guardian," he repeated. He turned his back on her and glared at the row of books, but their titles had become a meaningless jumble of letters.

"We know that."

"Then you shouldn't be asking."

Verchiel muttered something that sounded like "I know that, too," but when Aramael glanced over his shoulder, she had closed her eyes and begun massaging her temple. He regarded her, toying with the idea of asking her to repeat herself, but decided to let it go. Whatever she'd said had no bearing on a conversation he would prefer not to be having in the first place. A conversation he now considered finished. He turned his attention to the bookshelf once more.

She didn't leave.

Long seconds crawled by.

Aramael's impatience surged and he rounded on the Dominion. "I don't know why this woman is so important to you, Verchiel, and I won't even pretend to care. But I will not be sent on another hunt right now. Especially one where I have to act—without explanation, I might add—as a Guardian! Now, if you don't mind—"

"She's Nephilim."

Aramael almost choked on the rest of his outburst as it backed up in his throat. He stared at the Dominion. "She's what?"

"Nephilim. The bloodline is very faint at this point, of course, but—"

He held up a hand, cutting off her words. Narrowed his eyes. Clarified, "You want me to act as guardian to a Grigori descendant."

The Dominion slid her hands back into the folds of her robe. She nodded.

Aramael left the bookshelves and began pacing the room's perimeter. His mind raced. Nephilim. The very name tasted bitter on his tongue, as it would on the tongues of all those who remained loyal to the One. He paused at the window, bracing a hand on either side of the frame, staring out without seeing.

Nephilim. Seed of the original Fallen Angels, the Grigori, who were cast from Heaven for interference with the mortals they were to watch over. Reminder of all that had been lost in the ensuing exodus from Heaven, and of the enduring, irreconcilable split that remained between angelkind.

And now Mittron wanted one of those reminders protected from one of the fallen? His belly clenched. His fists followed suit. He knew of only one former angel who would target the Nephilim, who could raise the concern of Heaven's administrator, the highest of the Seraphim.

"It's him, isn't it?"

He willed Verchiel to acknowledge that he was right without speaking the name. If she didn't say it, if he wasn't named, maybe Aramael might still escape. Deny the hunt. Retain his soul.

Verchiel cleared her throat. "Yes," she said.

Aramael closed his eyes and braced himself, knowing what would come next.

"It's Caim."

Ugliness rose to engulf him, a dark fury as timeless as the One herself. A pulsing, nearly living thing that wanted to consume him, to become him. The harder he fought it, the more he struggled, the more of himself he lost to it.

The rage was as familiar to him as it was hated. It was what set him apart—set all of the Sixth Choir apart—from the others. What made them Powers. Hunters. Now it had awakened in him and would drive him, relentlessly, until he found the prey that had been named to him.

And not just any prey.


No other name could have triggered a wrath of quite this depth; no other Fallen Angel could have aroused this passion. He knew that, and in a blinding flash of clarity, he understood that Verchiel and Mittron had known it, too. More, they had counted on it.

"Then you'll do it," Verchiel said, her voice seeming to come from a very long way off, hollow and flat. "You'll accept the hunt and protect the woman."

Aramael wanted to deny it. He wanted with all his being to tell Verchiel that she and the Highest Seraph had misjudged him, that he didn't care in the least about the hunt, and that he cared even less about the woman.

But he wanted Caim more.

More than anything else in his universe.

His voice vibrated with the anger that now owned him. "You knew I would."


"You promised I would never hunt him again."

Verchiel's hands disappeared into the purple folds of her robe with a soft rustle. "I know."

He wanted to shout at her. To rage and yell, and fling himself around the room. To demand that she release him from the hunt; that she hold to the promise she had made four thousand years before. But it was out of her hands now. She had already inflicted the damage: she had designated his prey, and he had no choice but to complete what had begun, even as his every particle rebelled at the knowledge.

Caim had escaped. After all that pain, all that torment, he walked the mortal realm as if none of it had ever happened, as if it had not torn Aramael nearly in half to capture him in the first place and would not destroy him now to do so again.

Aramael gritted his teeth until his jaw ached. "Then know this, too, Dominion," he snarled. "Know that I hate you for what you've done. Almost as much as I hate him."

Almost as much as I hate my own brother.

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Qwillery More than 1 year ago
Sins of the Angels is the first book in The Grigori Legacy series and is Linda Poitevin's a debut. The story takes place in Toronto, Ontario, Canada and centers around Alexandra Jarvis, a homicide Detective for the Toronto Police. Horrific serial murders are taking place in Toronto and Alex is on the case. The murders dredge up awful memories for Alex. At the same time Alex is dealing with the murders and trying to tamp down those memories, she's assigned a new partner - Jacob Trent. He has been sent to help solve the murders and may the only one who can do it. Jacob is not who he seems, but is an angel named Aramael. When Alex senses this she thinks she is losing a long feared battle with a mental illness like her mother's. Compounding this is a mutual attraction that neither Alex nor Aramael want to acknowledge. For reasons that become clear as the book progresses, Aramael is predisposed to not like Alex. He's heaven bent on tracking down the murderer, but being near Alex has upset whatever equilibrium he possesses. When the murderer's attention turns to Alex, Aramael and Alex are faced with life changing decisions. Alex must come to grips with her unknown heritage and who Aramael really is. This is a wonderful debut novel. Sins of the Angels features two interwoven narratives - one involving the serial murders and an engrossing story of intrigue in heaven that is related to what is happening in Toronto. Alex and Aramael are both substantial characters that I care about. I also really enjoy the very strong supporting cast. Both Alex's and Aramael's "co-workers" are well drawn though Aramael's are a lot more mysterious. There is much, much more to be revealed about the heavenly contingent. There are two villains in Sins of the Angels both of whom evoke very strong negative feelings, but for different reasons. The pacing in Sins of the Angels is excellent. The story pulls you in from the very first page and does not let go until the heart-wrenching ending. There is some graphic violence, but it fits the story well. Sins of the Angels is an Urban Fantasy deeply infused with a richly developed mythology, excellent world building, characters you'll love, and villains you'll love to hate. I am eagerly looking forward to the next book in The Grigori Legacy. I give Sins of the Angels 4 ½ Qwills.
harstan More than 1 year ago
When Toronto Homicide Detective Alexandra Jarvis was nine years old her insane mother murdered her father in a violent slashing rage. She is currently working a serial killer case in which the violence at the crime scene reminds her of the violence in her family home on that fatal day. The latest victim had his chest ripped open and his throat sliced while posed in a seemingly ritual way. Working on caffeine, Alex is unaware that the brutal culprit is Caim the fallen angel who escaped from Limbo incarceration. His motive is Apocalypse now to include the immediate capture of Alex's soul. Aramael the Guardian Angel teams up with Alex to prevent his brother from ending the world. Neither the angel nor the confused mortal (from glimpsing what looks like wings) is prepared for an attraction that shakes heaven, hell, and earth. Although not to read on an empty stomach due to extremely graphic murder scenes, Sins of the Angels is an exhilarating serial killer urban fantasy. The investigation and the Armageddon compete for top billing as the two subplots do not fully merge until late. Still sub-genre fans who enjoy a police procedural fantasy will want to read the teaming up of the cop and the angel as she wants to end the terror reign of a vicious serial killer while he tries to prevent the final war between heaven and hell on battlefield earth. Harriet Klausner
DarkFaerieTales on LibraryThing 22 days ago
Review Courtesy of Dark Faerie Tales Quick & Dirty: Nothing hotter than a man with wings, eh ladies? Opening Sentence: It was done. The Review: God really is a woman. Well, at least in this book, she is. In Ms. Poitevin¿s version of things, The One was once Lucifer¿s companion, soulmates if you will. It was she who created the race of humans, and he who, like we all know, led us down our path of destruction, also taking with him a choir of angels called the Grigori, those that were meant to watch over us, and instead led us astray. Some Grigori even went as far as to mate with humans and reproduce, thus introducing the Nephilim, half-human-half-angels. It was then that there was war between what we refer to as heaven and hell, and after much death a pact was made between them, for no destruction on either side, and there would be no more death. Also, to save the angels who remained from further anguish, The One had each being cleansed of the ability to feel, erased all yearnings for love, and stripped away their free will. Now all the angels perform their chosen duties, and when they break the rules, they are banished to Limbo for the rest of eternity by the choir of angels called Powers, those who are charged with policing their own kind. Aramael is one such angel. He has just come back from a run of several hunts and is tired and wants his rest, until his handler whispers one word. Caim. The name of his twin brother who recently escaped Limbo and has gone on a killing spree in the human realm. Both his handler and he know that Aramael is the only one who can take Caim down, so it must be his responsibility, but also they need him to watch over a woman, a Nephilim descendant, who is Caim¿s target. In current day Toronto, Canada lives our heroine, Detective Alexandra Jarvis, homicide division. Her recent case, and everyone else¿s in her department eventually, is a series of grizzly slasher murders. Unfortunately for her, these particular types of murders are especially painful for her to investigate, all because she once witnessed the brutal aftermath when her mentally ill mother stabbed her father when Alex was younger. While working this case, Alex takes on a new partner, Jacob aka Aramael, who has some interesting quirks to his personality. Alex, who now believes she is as insane as her mother was, is deeply frustrated with her partner and his attitude, but she is also deeply attracted to him as well. Aramael resents the job of guarding this descendant of the enemy in the beginning, but is also feeling that attraction. Plus, there is more, an almost instant connection of their souls, which makes Aramael even more brash, and more confused. Weren¿t angels stripped of their ability to feel? As the hunt for Caim continues, more help is recruited on the side of the angels, in the form of the Appointed, Seth. Not sure yet what this guys deal is, hopefully we will find out more in the sequel. With this new addition we find that fallen angels are not the only enemy in this particular fight, and this chain of evil reaches almost all the way to the top. An interesting brand of mythology, this one is as close to sexy as you can get without the actual act. I like the connection as it develops between Alex and Aramael, the struggle and anguish they both suffer through. I¿m anxiously awaiting the next installment, Sins of the Son. Notable Scene: Caim. Savage exhilaration filled him, Head high, he tensed, centered himself, willed himself to stillness. Caim¿s energy surged through the air, bold, vile and entirely traceable as he transitioned to his demon side. Sudden thunder rolled overhead, a low, ominous growl that signaled Caim¿s interference in a universe he had no business toying with. The city¿s sounds faded into the background. The fire of the hunt licked along Aramael¿s veins, kindling the cold rage he carried in him. The rage that was him. Satisfaction snarled through him. I¿m coming, Brother. But on the verge of increasing hi
pollywannabook on LibraryThing 22 days ago
Review courtesy of All Things Urban FantasySINS OF THE ANGELS is the first book in Linda Potevin¿s Grigory Legacy urban Fantasy series about a homicide detective and the angel assigned to help her track down a fallen angel who is ritualistically slaughtering people. There¿s plenty of blood and action scenes, new angel mythology, and the foundation set up for a romance to develop in future books.The romance was my favorite part about SINS OF THE ANGELS because it was so unconventional. An angel taught that the greatest sin he could ever commit was to fall in love with a human, and a woman who is the very embodiment of that unforgiveable transgression. To say he despised her on sight is an understatement. Despite the unconventional and therefore intriguing romance, there were a couple things that didn¿t work for me in SINS OF THE ANGEL. In the middle of her investigation, Alexandra gets saddled with a new partner who unbeknownst to her, is an angel. She accidentally sees Aramel¿s wings the first time they meet. She tells herself she¿s just overly tired and ignores it. But then she sees them several more times and still says nothing for a hundred and fifty pages. Meanwhile, they are traipsing all over the city based on Aramel¿s cryptic intuition that he never explains to her, and she never really asks about. Flash forward 150 pages and finally Alex gets some answers, but I was pretty impatient on her behalf by then. As a reader, I knew exactly what was going on from page one and having to read about her struggling to find out, unfortunately, made her come across as stupid through no fault of her own. And since we¿re talking about a book involving angels, the religious implications weren¿t as flagrant as in other titles, but there was enough borrowing and twisting to hamper my enjoyment.Overall, the writing is good, and the angel mythology very well thought out, but the heavy procedural aspects of the story and the lack of information given to the heroine were too much for me. I know there will be plenty of people who enjoy this book precisely for the reasons I didn¿t, so if you like paranormal procedurals¿emphasis on the procedural¿you should enjoy SINS OF THE ANGELS. And if you were a fan of Jeannie Holmes Alexandra Sabian series, you¿ll love this new series too.Sexual Content:Kissing
HomeLoveBooks on LibraryThing 22 days ago
Everything you could every want in a book about angels. I have been looking forward to this book for quite some time now. The author, Linda Poitevin, did a guest post on a blog I follow, Magic and Mayhem, and the minute I saw she wrote a book about angels I knew I wanted to read this book. Angels have always been an intriguing subject matter to me, and I have been wanting to find a book that brings angels into the urban fantasy realm successfully. For me this is that book.There is a lot to say about this book, but I think first a foremost you have to mention the amount of research and thought that was put into the book. It is beyond clear from chapter one that Poitevin did her research and really thought about how she was going to build this world. Personally I'm awed that she was able to build such a complex world that did not come off as overwhelming or confusing for the reader. A lot of times if you put to much information into one book it can end up doing more harm than good, by making the story to hard to follow. This was so not the case for this book. The world building is amazing. One of my favorite authors is Rachel Vincent, and it mostly stems from the fact I think Vincent is a fantastic world builder. In my opinion Poitevin is just as good if not better as Vincent is in creating a world that is both intriguing, informative, and truly propels the story and doesn't hinder it.I already mentioned that I was excited about this book because it centered on angels. I want to explain why I think that fact alone makes this book stand out. While this book certainly with out a doubt falls into the category of urban fantasy, I think angels are a seriously under utilized element. What this amounts to is that the book is unique. Frankly in this day and age it's refreshing to see a really unique work be released.And now onto the specifics of the book itself, the book centers around Alex, a homicide cop in the middle of what can only be described as a horrific serial killer investigation. Aramael is the other character, and he is a hunter of fallen angels. His work gets complicated when the fallen angel he hunts is his brother, and he is further limited by the fact he has to hunt him as a human would, in fact he hunts him along side Alex, pretending to be a homicide detective.The relationship between Alex and Aramael is complex to say the least. Not only is their situation complex, but their reactions to one another border on the extreme. But regardless of the fact that two of them seem to want to throw things at each other, they are pulled together. The chemistry these two have, whether it be positive or negative is powerful and compelling for the reader to follow along. In the end the reader can really identify with both of them, and ultimately pulls for them in the end.The subject matter can be considered dark, or at the very least intense; after all it begins with a grizzly serial killer investigation. But even so it's not depressing for the reader, in fact I had the opposite reaction, I couldn't wait to find out what happened next (in fact I finished the book at 4:30am, I literally couldn't put it down after I intended to only start the book last night and finish it today). I love any book that makes me not want to move for hours and shut myself off from the world, and this book did all that and more.I love this book. I would recommend it to anyone who likes Urban Fantasy. Hell I would encourage anyone who like anything supernatural or fantasy related to give it a shot. If you are looking for a light hearted UF book though I might suggest waiting to read this book until you aren't in that kind of mood, but I still recommend you read it, cause it's amazing. I can't wait to read the sequel, and if I wasn't dying of sleep deprivation and participating in NaNo I would seriously consider reading the book again. GO BUY THIS BOOK!
STACYatUFI on LibraryThing 22 days ago
What a turn of events for Alex. After the events of SINS OF THE ANGELS Alex is trying to get her life back in order only she sees a photo of Seth Benjamin on a Do you know this person type police bulletin and she immediately goes out to see him and try to figure out what is going on.Linda's version of God and Angels is interesting. God is known as the Chosen One and is actually female. There isn't a bunch of religion thrown in your face which is how I prefer my angel type books. The Chosen One did tend to get on my nerves throughout the book. I thought her choices and decision making were beyond horrible but I guess the drama it caused did make the book enjoyable so who am I to judge lol. I missed all the police and crime scene stuff that was a big part of SINS OF THE ANGELS some of my favorite book plots include that kind of stuff and it was one of the things I really enjoyed about book 1. There were still some investigating going on but not on the same scale. I did like Detective Hugh Henderson. He was surprisingly open minded and ended up being a big player in helping Alex out. Seth lost his memory and only has a small partial use of it through most of the book but I really liked him more and more as the story continued. Aramael had to make some tough decisions that he didn't like very much and although he came off harsh you could tell he was doing everything he could to protect Alex. SINS OF THE SON was darker then book 1, had plenty of action scenes and character development. I wasn't thrilled with some of the plot directions but it was still enjoyable and a must read after finishing SINS OF THE ANGELS. I will read book 3 when it comes out to see where Linda takes the series.
Candacemom2two on LibraryThing 22 days ago
Sometimes I find it hard to review first books in a series. I don't know what it is, but I tend to pick the poor things apart even when I really like them. And I did really like this one. My problem is that with first in a series' we're getting introduced to new characters, a new world (well, our world with some things added in) and just a new concept of things. It can be a lot to take in. Fortunately I didn't feel like there was too much to take in as the world is basically ours but there are angels. The MC, Alex, doesn't know they exist, and she passes off what she 'sees' as her being too tired or maybe a little insane. The first book in a series is setting up a whole series so it might not all be done the way you like but in a whole the series may end up being a favorite. There were some things I didn't love in this one, I grew tired with Alex having a hard time accepting things, and I kind of just wanted them to get over their issues with each other. But I loved the way the book ended and I'm quite sure that the series is going to end up being absolutely fabulous!While I didn't love Alex through most of the book she began to grow on me. I think that now more has been revealed she'll become a character that I can really love. I'm anxious to read the next book and find out!Aramael... hmmm... I kinda felt the same way with him. I liked him later in the book but in the beginning I kinda wanted to smack him. Fortunately he redeemed himself in my eyes and I found myself furious about the situation he was put in. Okay, so this review so far has sounded kind of negative. But I've been sure to point out, it's just a small piece of a bigger picture! And with how this one ends it looks like the bigger picture, or the next book at least, will become something different. Something that I'll like better because now they know more. There's some stuff going on 'upstairs' (heaven) that is going to make this series pretty freaking awesome. I think. And so I'm definitely anxious for more!
BuriedUnderBooks More than 1 year ago
Oh, my. I hate this book. I love this book. This hardly ever happens to me. When Alex met Jacob aka Aramael, I knew I was in for a rocky ride but I had no idea I’d be torn between so many emotions, not only my own but also those of many others. That has to be chalked up to really good writing, the ability to invest the reader in every significant character. I found myself liking and simultaneously sneering at Christine, I empathized with Staff Inspector Roberts in his battle of wills with Alex and his increasing frustration at the serial killer’s climbing body count, I felt compassion for that serial killer, Caim, and why he was doing it, and I was aggravated by the machinations of Verchiel and Mittron. Who knew Heaven could be mired in bureaucracy? Most of all, though, I loved spending time with Alex and Aramael as they found ways to abide each other and, when Alex began to believe that perhaps she wasn’t going insane, I lost all resistance to what their story might become. The introduction of Seth Benjamin only made the future more questionable and there was no going back for me. It didn’t hurt that one of my very favorite subgenres of mystery is crossgenre, particularly detectives and the supernatural and angels appeal to me much more than such creatures as vampires or shapeshifters. I’m fascinated by how any given author approaches the existence of angels and creates a story around them and Linda Poitevin has shown herself to be as good a storyteller as I could possibly want. A note to the squeamish—you might want to page past the descriptions of Caim’s predations upon humans. In truth, they make the possibility of what might come ever more urgent so they’re not the least gratuitous but they are very graphic. So, why did I say I hate this book? I’m not telling. Suffice it to say the ending will grab you by the throat AND the heart and make you run to get the next book, which is what I’m about to do ;-)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
the plot was breathtaking!i was practically forced to finish the book in a day!couldnt leave it without knowing how is going to end!
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tralee More than 1 year ago
Sins of the Angels is the first book in the Grigori Legacy and I must say I found the Urban Fantasy with the angels a wonderful mix. This book is a great start to this series and I look forward to many more books to come Alex Jarvis is a Homicide Detective trying to hunt the person or persons responsible for a number of violent murders in her precinct. Alex solves cases but this one has left her no clues or leads to follow and now she is about to be given a new partner that doesn't seem to have the first idea on how to investigate a homicide and what makes it worse is that Alex believes she is going insane like her mother when she meets Jacob Trent and she swears she saw wings on his back and a glow around him. Jacob Trent is Alex's new partner but unbeknown to her he is really a Power named Aramael. Aramael is a hunter of Fallen Angels who had his own brother Ciam sentenced to eternal exile a millennium ago for his crimes. He is not used to anything but the highest of treatment and respect but now finds himself having to play second to lead detective Alex Jarvis and not being able to command the courtesy of a man of his stature. Ciam has escaped from exile and he is committing unforgivable crimes against the humans. Aramael is called to once again go after his bother and bring him back but this time it is just not Ciam he is also assign to keep a mortal woman Alex protected. Aramael does not want to protect Alex when he finds out she is a naphril but everything changes when he comes into contact with her. What is Alex really? Can Aramael and Alex join forces to stop Ciam once and for all?. If they can't trust each other all will be lost.
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Alaiel_Kreuz More than 1 year ago
My comfort zone is YA, you know? It's easy to read, entertaining and so complex that I don't usually feel like I've been missing something. But sometimes I spot a book that it's out of that comfort zone and I wonder if I should read it. I don't usually surrender to these ideas. But this time I did. And I loved it. Sins of the Angels captured me with its wonderful cover: the contrast of the colors, the model's face, the way that simple alley looks so dangerous with the shadow of an angel above it... And the falling thunders that have a purpose in the book. After seeing the cover I had to read the summary so off to Goodreads I went. It does sound good, interesting to say the least. But it doesn't do justice to the actual plot. Never mind that, I bought Sins of the Angels and Sins of the Son -second book in the series- because I had faith that it would be so good I would want to continue with it. I'm so glad I bought both! Now I don't have to wait for the second to arrive, yay! Putting the summary aside let me tell you something: This book is not about a woman and an angel teaming together to defeat a monster. It's about memories, about loss, about traumas that we wished we could forget, about the strength we humans have to fight for ourselves, about the love we recognize but sometimes we are too scared, too wounded, to acknowledge. About good and evil facing a battle that involves Luficer and God herself. Yes, HERSELF, you read that write. Maybe a small detail but I was so thrilled to read about a female God that it made me love the book even more. The characters are complex, each one of them have a purpose, a reason, a way to see things and be seen that makes them special. Alexandra Jarvis is strong and stubborn but at the same time hides some secrets that could break her in a heartbeat. One of her best qualities is her dry humor, she made me smile and laugh even when I thought it was impossible. And Aramael (or Jacob in his human form) is fearless and focussed, dangerous and cursing; the only thing he lives for is the hunt... Or so he thought. To see his personality develop feelings that angels, and specially Powers like himself, were not supposed to feel was wonderful. The struggle felt so real I enjoyed every second of it. The complexity of the world Linda created is amazingly well handed, every twist has a reason, every character background has a purpose and above all, having in consideration this was her debut novel, she thought of every single detail until the end. The angel hierarchy has her own original stamp in it. There are books that are written to show different POV which can lead into a huge win or a huge loss. In this case it was amazingly done. I got to understand a little bit better the different personalities of the characters, what moved and stopped them, specially how they evolved. If I have to complain for something that would be the fact that there's no hardcover version of Sins of the Angels... I would love to have one! As for the author I have to mark that Linda's writing was superb, she described the scenes so well that the hard parts didn't make me cringe too much (only the necessary) but I was able to imagine them so vividly that I felt like I was with Alexandra and Trent in the crime scenes. So yes, Sin of the Angels is a must buy if you are a fan of urban-fantasy and kick-ass female leads!
MoonlightGleam More than 1 year ago
In the city streets of Toronto, mutilated corpse of slashed victims keep appearing. It soon becomes clear to homicide detective Alexandra Jarvis and the rest of her department that the murders of these people are of no coincidence, and that there is a serial killer on the loose. Everything changes the day Alexandra meets her new partner and begins to see things that she believes couldn’t possibly be real. From then on, Alex’s gets tossed into a world where angels are real, and she discovers that the One who created the human race as well as the devil himself truly does exist. Better yet, her partner, whose real name is Aramael, is a power that hunts fallen angels and that he was sent to earth to protect her from the very thing that’s causing the murders, his own brother. What will happen when Alex discovers that she’s been placed right in the middle of a war between good and evil? Sins of the Angels is the first novel in The Grigori Legacy, with Sins of the Son being the next installment in this phenomenal series. From the prologue I was sucked in, and I just had to continue reading until the early hours of the next morning. I simply couldn’t put it down until I finished reading the very last page. My favorite elements of Sins of the Angels were both the mystery and angelic mythology/urban fantasy aspects of the novel. Linda Poitevin makes readers feel as though they are part of the ongoing investigations and have them follow the clues right alongside the characters. I really do enjoy reading mystery novels and thrillers, and the mystery side in Sins of the Angels was no exception. What made the plot even better was the religious/paranormal twist the author incorporated into the story. Linda Poitevin includes both common mythologies with her own unique spin on the tales. Linda Poitevin brilliantly details the angel hierarchy, the characters backgrounds, and the vivid images of the murder scenes. I personally enjoyed Linda’s introduction of “powers” and “archangels”, who to me come off as some real badass angels with flaming wings and that no one should mess with. Oh, and did I forget to mention that they are jaw-droppingly handsome too? *grins* The author also steams things up with a large dose of forbidden love. The chemistry between Alexandra and Aramael can sizzle anything that comes within a mile of the pair. There is so much tension that at times I wanted to pull my hair and scream! Sins of the Angels is action-packed with engaging characters throughout the novel. I definitely recommend this series to anyone who enjoys Mystery and Urban Fantasy reads! Must Read! Highly Recommended! 5/5 Moonlight Gleam's Bookshelf
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BryanThomasS More than 1 year ago
If there's anything I'd generally say I wanted to read about less than Zombies and Vampires, it's angels. I lived through the whole 90s angel craze, and, well, I still have wing scars on my back. So why am I reading two books by Linda with angels? Because they're so damn good. Oh no, I started out reluctant. I was reading this one because I'm doing an interview with her and she's a friend of a friend who recommended it. But then the book went and got all good and un-put-downable and all and darn it, I was actually enjoying it. In fact, except for a few over the top theological things in the world building, I loved it more and more all the way too the end. Great world building, great characters. Little bit too much fondness for the F words amongst them perhaps, but maybe Canadian cops really use only one curse word out of preference. Perhaps it reminds them of those damn Americans they share a continent with. I don't know. Whatever the case, the book has great thriller elements and strong romance elements mixed with fantasy and paranormal. It's urban fantasy detective thriller with an angel and a detective trying to hunt a fallen angel on a killing spree. In the meantime, his real target is one of them and he's not giving up. A strong urban fantasy debut, well worth the read. A writer well worth discovering. Highly recommended.
vickieann More than 1 year ago
As I began reading I found the Prologue very confusing, who and what is Caim? Is he a good guy or a bad guy? Why is he standing over a dead man? What is he trying to succeed at and why are the other guys trying to stop him? Who is this “she” he keeps referring to? You will find out exactly who Caim is and I will bust out that He is a REALLY bad guy! I really enjoyed hating this guy LMAO. Linda Poitevin is really good at developing characters that you can feel strongly about. And yes you will find out early on why he is standing over that dead guy covered in blood. And “She” turns out to be “ONE” the female version of God. So stick in there through the first couple of chapters while Linda builds the characters and sets the scene and I am sure you will enjoy the book as much as I did. Linda has a unique way of looking at heaven and its politics in this series. Alexandra Jarvis: Human but later revealed as Nephilim(half angel half human). She is a homicide detective. Aramael: A Power (hunter of Fallen Angels) He is assigned to guard Alex by the plotting Mittron and is later revealed to be Alexandra's soulmate. That being said, this is not a angel/human sex book. There are deep feelings between the characters but they do not “Hook up” so to speak. Which I for one, really liked. Linda’s descriptions of the crime scenes and her in depth view of the life of a cop really pulled me in. Her character development is exceptional. I felt she had the perfect mix of suspense, action and dialog. Transitions between chapters and scenes were very smooth. It was nice to finish one complete thought before moving into a parallel story line. Everything flowed together nicely, and even though there were multiple sub stories to follow it was easy to keep up with all that was going on and see how they flowed together. I appreciate when the action scenes are so well written that they keep me on the edge of my seat. There were several times were I had to read just a few more pages before I could put the book down because I needed to know what was going to happen. Just one caution for those who are sensitive, the descriptions of some of the crime scenes were a bit realistic, for me that just lent to the enjoyment of the book. Not only do you get suspense and intrigue but you also get Linda’s unique point of view of heaven and how it might function which really gave me something to ponder. Sins of the Angels draws heavily on the Christian angel classes, the series gets its name from the fallen Gregori angels who gave forbidden knowledge to the humans they were supposed to guard (and Nephilim are their half human children). I really got the feeling that Linda did her research into homicide detectives and how they go about their work of solving crimes as well as the biblical research on the hierarchies of angles and the concept of how heaven might function. I really liked the idea that heaven runs like a bureaucracy, with different angels having assigned jobs and levels of power. If you like a gritty urban fantasy, mysteries, crime solving, and strong female who use their brains, you will like this story. The angels are a yummy fascinating bonus. The second novel in the series, Sins of the Sons, is coming out in a matter of days so get reading people! I can tell you book two picks up were book one left off. Stay tuned for a review of book two and and an interview with Linda.
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After reading this I got ideas to write stoies. Its been years since i had any ideas to write. This is a must read must have you will love it.
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Great believable characters and a great story. This genre seems to be getting old for me and then I read a book like this. Worth it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love love this story line!!!
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