Stygian (Dark-Hunter Series #22)

Stygian (Dark-Hunter Series #22)

by Sherrilyn Kenyon

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ISBN-13: 9781250102706
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 08/28/2018
Series: Dark-Hunter Series
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 1,355
File size: 5 MB

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon is a regular in the #1 spot. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre in which she writes. More than 60 million copies of her books are in print in more than one hundred countries. Her current series include Deadman's Cross, The Dark-Hunters, The League, and Chronicles of Nick. Her Chronicles of Nick and Dark-Hunter series are soon to be major motion pictures.
New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon is a regular in the #1 spot. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre in which she writes, including manga and graphic novels. More than 70 million copies of her books are in print in more than one hundred countries. Her current series include The Dark-Hunters, The League, Deadman's Cross, Chronicles of Nick, Hellchasers, Mikrochasers, and The Lords of Avalon. Her Chronicles of Nick and Dark-Hunter series are soon to be major motion pictures.

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CHAPTER 1

STYGIAN DAWN

Tears blinded Braith as she stared through the bars to see what they'd done to her once proud husband. While all the Sephirii beings were ethereal and beautiful, none were more so than her precious Kissare. Yet they had beaten him to the brink of death. Had sliced his white wings from his muscular body and left him a broken shadow of the fierce warrior he'd been.

Even so the fire of life returned to his warrior's gaze the moment he saw her through his matted white hair. Empyreal hair that contrasted sharply with the blackness of hers.

"Apollymi," he breathed, using an endearment that in his language meant "the light of my heart."

From the moment they'd first met, he'd refused to call her anything else. Unlike the others who scorned and mocked her for a monster to be feared, Kissare alone knew her for something more than the pit of utter darkness that would devour the world whole, and laugh while she did it.

And they were right. She hated everything and everyone.

Except for him.

He smiled at her in spite of his pain. "You shouldn't have come here."

"I had to." Choking on her grief, she cupped his face through the bars. "I drugged Atticus and have stolen the key." She released him so that she could pull it from the folds of her cloak and unlock his prison to free him. "We can —"

"Nay," he said, cutting her off. He placed his bloodied and bruised hand over hers to stop her from setting him free. "I cannot leave. It's the only way to protect you and Monakribos."

She sobbed at the mention of their young son, who'd been crying himself to sleep every night as he asked after his absent father. Kissare and Monakribos were so close. From the very hour of Monakribos's birth, Kissare had been there for him. Had never missed a single night of tucking their son into his bed to sleep — provided the babe hadn't fallen asleep while nestled in his father's arms.

Until the other gods had learned that Kissare was the father of her child.

Damn Kissare's brother for his loose, treacherous tongue! A tongue she'd nailed to the ceiling over the betrayal that had caused Kissare's arrest.

Not content to stop there, she'd also nailed both of Tisahn's testicles beside his tongue as he screamed out for a mercy she'd refused to show him. Then she'd grown him two more balls just so she could rip those off and nail them up as well. Pity the weakling had died before she'd had a chance to give him a third set.

Worse still, her pathetic sister had hidden his corpse from her so that Braith couldn't resurrect him and torture him longer....

Wretched bitch! She'd get Cam back for that one day, even if it was the last thing she did.

While it was fine for the male gods to have children with the female Sephirii, or any other whore they dredged up from the lowest pits for that matter, it was considered sacrilege for a male Sephiroth to impregnate any goddess he served.

But in her heart, Braith had only loved Kissare and their son. In all these centuries, Kissare alone had been the one who'd made her laugh. His had been the sole company she'd sought. Whenever she'd been despondent, he'd comforted her. When she'd needed friendship, he'd always been there. No excuses. No delay.

Her best friend.

Her only friend.

Now ...

"I don't know how to live without you, Sare. I don't want to live without you."

"Shh," he whispered before he placed a tender kiss to her cheek. "You are a goddess. The most beautiful of all. You lived centuries before my birth and you were fine without me."

"No. I survived and endured. I was cold and unfeeling. The last thing I want is to be cast back to that lonely hell I used to call home."

"And now you have a baby who needs his mother."

She choked on a sob. "He needs his father, too." How would their son ever learn kindness without Kissare? She could teach him nothing save murder, torture, and hatred.

Those were all she understood.

He buried his hand in her dark hair and locked gazes with her. "The other gods will never leave us in peace, Polli. You know that. We've broken their sacred law, and they are a hateful lot. My execution will make amends. Better they punish me, alone, than you and Kree. ... But I will come back for you. I swear it. No matter what it takes. Death can't keep us apart. Nothing can. I love you too much to stay away."

Through the pain, she believed him. If he said it, it was true. He'd never once lied to her. It wasn't in him to do such.

"How will I know it's you?"

He took her hand into his and placed it over his heart so that she could feel its fierce, strong beat beneath her palm. "You will know, and you won't doubt me. Ever. You'll see."

"Then I will wait for you. No other shall ever touch me. You will forever be my only heart." She turned her hair snow white to match his and to honor him and his noble sacrifice.

For her and their son.

Never again would her hair be any other color, and she would sit in black — to mark her darkness — until his return.

He gave her a sad smile. "You will always be my precious Apollymi." He kissed her lips. "Now go before they find you. Raise our son and never let him doubt how much his father loves him. One day, I will return for you both. You can count on it."

Her heart shattered as she nodded and let go of his hand. "I will wait for you! Forever!" She turned and walked away, fearing the future. And knowing what she would do if the gods dared keep them apart.

CHAPTER 2

June 25, 9527 BC

Apollymi the Great Destroyer burst from the depths of her hellish prison to set fire to the entire earth, intending to scorch it back to its primordial ooze.

Her wrath was implacable.

And no one was immune.

Waves crashed over continents and sank them overnight to the bottom of the oceans. Roiling black clouds obliterated the sun. All life upon the human earth was threatened with extinction.

Even the very gods trembled in fear.

Why? Because those gods of old had banded together once more to take from her the one thing she'd loved above all others. Again. The only one she'd allowed them to lock her in prison to save.

Her second born son.

The sole child she'd hidden in the world of man, hoping to spare him from their cruelty and slaughter.

And like his brother before him, he had been persecuted by the gods. No mercy had been shown him.

No kindness.

Instead, her own pantheon had allowed humanity to abuse him and had gone out of their way to stalk him until they'd succeeded in brutally murdering him just after the eve of his twenty-first year.

As with Monakribos before him, he'd been deprived of his father's love.

Deprived of his mother's protection.

Now ...

She would have her vengeance!

In a furious blood quest for atonement, Apollymi had set upon her own pantheon first, annihilating every god who'd cursed her child.

Until she reached the final two in Katateros.

There, the ancient goddess sent the force of her winds to knock both Symfora and her daughter, Bet'anya, into the bright foyer of the theocropolis where the Atlantean gods had once held their immaculate parties, and their meetings that determined the fates of mankind, along with those of Apollymi's beloved sons and husband. She stalked them like the predator she was, intending to feast upon their souls for what they'd done.

"You killed him. All of you!"

Symfora — their goddess of death and sorrow, who was as dark in coloring as Apollymi had been before they'd interfered with her first and only love — shook her head. "We didn't kill your son. He still lives."

Narrowing her swirling silver eyes as her white hair cascaded around her lithe body, Apollymi curled her lips. "My Apostolos was slaughtered this morning by the Greek god you invited into my lands." A god who had killed her son and then cursed all the Apollite people to die painfully at age twenty-seven.

Symfora's eyes widened in terror. "I never welcomed Apollo here. That was a decision made by you and Archon."

"Shut up!" Apollymi blasted her into oblivion for speaking a truth that speared her with guilt. She refused to be blamed for what had happened to her child.

The gods had betrayed both her sons, Monakribos and Apostolos! And she was done with them.

Now alone in the wake of her mother's fate, Bet'anya faced Apollymi without any help whatsoever. Her dark caramel skin turned pale. The Atlantean goddess of wrath, misery, and the hunt was the last one standing.

She would be the last one to fall.

But as Apollymi reached for her, she hesitated at the sight of Bet'anya's distended belly. The much younger goddess was pregnant. About to give birth any day by the looks of her.

In that moment, rage and pain warred within her heart. Most of all, compassion flared deep as she felt the pangs of a mother who'd lost her child, not once, but twice. How could she deliver such pain to another?

Her breathing labored, Bet'anya met her gaze levelly, without fear or deceit. Of all the goddesses in Katateros, she was by far the most beautiful. Half Egyptian and half Atlantean. Her exotic features were sharply chiseled, and framed by a wealth of thick ebony hair that set off her almond-shaped eyes to perfection. Apollymi could see why the Egyptians called her Bethany. In Atlantean, Bet'anya meant "keeper of misery," but in her father's language, Bethany meant "oath of grace."

A far more fitting moniker for such a fetching creature. "I didn't incarcerate you or hunt your son, Apollymi. I took no part in their cruelty. The one time I thought I'd stumbled upon your son in the human realm, I came to you with that information and not the others. I never breathed a word to them against either of you." Tears choked her. "You know it's true. I came here today to leave this pantheon forever so that I could have my own baby in peace, away from their politics. Please, do not do to me what I did not do to you."

The girl was right and Apollymi knew it. No matter how much she wanted Bet'anya's blood, she couldn't kill another innocent baby. Especially not on this day. Not while the soil was still damp and stained with the blood of her own son. "Who among the gods is his father?" "The father's mortal. Human."

Human ...

There was something Apollymi would have never suspected from a goddess she knew hated that disgusting species even more than she did. "His name?"

"Styxx of Didymos."

For a moment, Apollymi couldn't breathe as her rage renewed itself with a vigor unprecedented.

Of all the mortals, in all the world, that was not the name to give her.

Not today.

Not after she'd seen through her son's own eyes the life he'd lived and what had been done to him because of Styxx of Didymos ...

Damn him! For Styxx was the prince she'd chosen to bond with her own son to protect him from the gods who'd been hell-bent on killing her precious Apostolos. The human twin brother who was supposed to have protected her child and his birthright!

Instead, Styxx had stood by and allowed her son to be slaughtered and betrayed. Of all men, he was the very human whose throat she wanted most to personally rip out!

She felt her eyes turning from silver to red as her Destroyer form took over.

Bet'anya stumbled away and wrapped her arms around her belly to protect her baby. "Please, Apollymi ... my baby's innocent."

"So. Was. Mine!"

Both of them. And yet her sons had been given death sentences by the gods.

All of them.

Before she could stop herself, Apollymi reacted on instinct.

And she returned to the goddess what her pantheon had done to her.

In the blink of an eye, she ripped Bet'anya's son from her belly with a furious scream.

Bet'anya staggered back and fell to her knees. Gasping, she stared at her unmoving son in Apollymi's hands, and she reached out to touch him.

But Apollymi wouldn't have it. No one had shown her an ounce of mercy. Not once.

Therefore, she delivered it back, full force. She blasted Bet'anya away and turned the bitch into a statue like all the others. Let her sit out eternity in a fathomless void where she could hear and see, but never again move or be part of any world. It was what they all deserved for what they'd done to her.

What they'd done to her children.

Then Apollymi looked down at the tiny infant in her hands and started to discard it as they'd done her son.

To toss him into the sea like he was garbage. Without a second thought so that he could die.

But because he was the son of Styxx, it was as if she held her own son in her arms. He looked like her Apostolos.

Identical, in fact. Every last part of him was the same. His tiny little fingers and toes.

His lips that had never had a chance to call her mother ...

Tears filled her eyes as she remembered that day, twenty-one years ago, when Apostolos had been ripped from her womb and taken from her. So small and fragile.

Just an innocent babe in need of love ...

And she remembered when Monakribos had been so tiny and sweet. When all he'd done was beg for his father's love after they'd stolen his father from both of them and left them lost in their grief. Powerless to keep the world from crushing them with its unkindness.

"Just like you," she whispered to the baby. "They were helpless, too."

No one had taken pity on them.

For her sons, alone, she'd allowed her powers to be bound. Had allowed the gods to lock her into a dark, hollow prison until she'd lost what little sanity she'd had.

Her tears formed crystals on her cheeks as they fell silently and her grief shredded a heart she'd never wanted to begin with.

Damn you, Kissare, for making me feel love.

Because of him, the goddess of destruction was not without feelings. Her heart was shattered and she was devastated. And no matter how much she hated Styxx of Didymos, she couldn't bring herself to kill this baby who looked so much like the creature that had fathered him.

A baby who looked so much like her precious Apostolos who wasn't supposed to die so very young.

So very brutally.

More tears blinded her as she struggled to breathe past the pain that lacerated her heart.

I will protect you, little one. You will grow to be a strong, fine man.

"Out of darkness comes the light. From the loins of this Stygian hell, you are born and you will be called Urian — the flame of our new people. And one day, you will be my blade. My vengeance upon them all. They took my son from me, and I will take theirs from them. Together, my precious Flame, we will destroy the human race, and all the gods of this earth."

But first, he would have to be reborn in the land of the mortals and from the belly of a mother who would have no idea of who or what she carried ... What this child's destiny would become.

And Apollymi knew just who his new temporary mother would be. What father would be the best to mentor him to manhood.

Aye, the world of man would tremble before them all.

CHAPTER 3

June 26, 9527 BC

Dawn

Strykerius Apoulos cringed in horror as he heard the screams of a thousand Apollites dying in utter agony. Why hadn't they listened to him when he'd told them to take cover, and heed the warnings of the priests and priestesses?

Because no one wanted to believe their creator had turned against them over something they'd taken no part in. Something they'd been innocent of.

They continued to believe in a god who hated them. One who had not only turned his back on them but cursed them in his callousness.

Throwing his head back, Stryker roared with the injustice of it all. How could the entire Apollite race be damned over the actions committed by a mere handful?

Yet that was what they were facing.

Total extinction.

By the hand of his own father. Brutal annihilation over a slaughtered whore his father had barely tolerated. One who would grate the nerves of a saint. It was so unfair.

"Stryker?"

He winced at the sound of his wife calling to him. Though she was beauty incarnate, with blond hair, perfect blue eyes and features and curves that were the envy of every woman born, including his aunt Aphrodite, he cringed every time Hellen came near. Not because she wasn't desirable but because he'd never wanted to marry her. Yet to please his Olympian father who'd cursed his race, he'd abandoned the real woman he'd loved. Left her cursing his very name so that he could appease his father by taking Hellen for his bride and leaving Phyra forever.

So much for wedded bliss. And familial obligations.

"Stryker, come quickly! Please! Something's wrong with the children!" Terror seized him at the panic in her voice.

Nay! Surely his father had spared his own grandchildren ...

Are you an idiot? Since when does Apollo give two shits about you, never mind your children?

Granted, that was true — still, Stryker didn't want to believe that his father would be this reckless.

Or stupid.

While his father might not care about him or his children, surely Apollo wasn't suicidal ...

If he and all his children died, so would the god who'd tied them to his life.

That was his thought until he ran into the nursery to find his children writhing and throwing up. Their little bodies were shaking as they sobbed and moaned in absolute agony. It was a pain he knew well, as he'd gone through it himself only hours before as he'd transitioned into the very monster his father had made him.

Tears welled in his eyes as he saw a cruel truth he couldn't deny.

(Continues…)


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Table of Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
Dedication,
Stygian Dawn,
June 25, 9527 BC,
June 26, 9527 BC,
June 29, 9527 BC,
August 9, 9524 BC,
March 20, 9522 BC,
March 21, 9522 BC,
June 19, 9516 BC,
December 15, 9515 BC,
March 5, 9514 BC,
July 24, 9513 BC,
September 3, 9512 BC,
October 17, 9512 BC,
June 10, 9511 BC,
June 12, 9511 BC,
June 27, 9511 BC,
June 30, 9511 BC,
July 9, 9511 BC,
September 7, 9510 BC,
April 17, 9508 BC,
April 30, 9508 BC,
June 27, 9506 BC,
June 28, 9506 BC,
July 1, 9506 BC,
March 22, 9503 BC,
June 30, 9501 BC,
October 30, 7383 BC,
September 3, 7382 BC,
September 8, 7382 BC,
July 18, 2945 BC,
February 18, 1650 BC,
June 1, AD 780,
October 3, AD 801,
October 7, 1988,
October 31, 1988,
November 15, 1988,
November 29, 1988,
March 4, 1989,
August 8, 1990,
August 23, 1990,
June 15, 1996,
February 15, 2004,
February 16, 2004,
March 9, 2004,
March 10, 2004,
March 12, 2004,
March 19, 2004,
May 24, 2004,
October 1, 2008,
October 24, 2008,
November 1, 2008,
November 4, 2008,
November 8, 2008,
November 20, 2008,
December 1, 2008,
January 19, 2009,
January 20, 2009,
January 24, 2009,
July 4, 2009,
October 2010,
October 24, 2010,
January 16, 2011,
June 23, 2012,
June 25, 2012,
October 12, 2012,
December 21, 2012,
December 23, 2012,
December 24, 2012,
October 23, 2017,
October 28, 2017,
Epilogue,
Excerpt: Deadmen Walking,
Also by Sherrilyn Kenyon,
About the Author,
Copyright,

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Stygian (Dark-Hunter Series #22) 3.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 36 reviews.
Anonymous 8 months ago
I wish I had more room. But to start, I am one of this woman's biggest fans. I was so excited for this book, and I was let down so bad. If you haven't read Styxx, then cool. This won't be so bad. But if you have, it is literally copied and pasted from that book in the last 200 pages. With the occasional "Urian moved to stand near Dayvn" thrown in to remind us that this is Urians book. There are even copied and pasted convos between Ash and Styxx that don't move the story further. It was about their relationship, taken right from Styxx. Word for word and not needed in this book to further Urian as a character. There was no creativity to this book! It was SO good in the first 300 pages that I couldn't put it down. Only to reread a book I didn't want to reread! And common man! I loved who he winded up with, but trapped in stone for years? Didn't that JUST happen to Beth? Not only is the last chunk of Styxx coppied and paste into this book, it was such a similar story that it was hard to read. And no elaboration as to how Urian was handling his new found family. How he was adjusting to his best friend becoming his father. So much that could have been explored and just wasn't! Even his and Strykers reunion was so rushed that I almost glanced over it! All within 2 pages did Urian go from hating his father to a sniveling child at his father's feet. It was so anticlimactic! She has been doing this with all her league books, and it has been driving me crazy. I was thankful that that level of coppied and paste didn't wind up with the DH, but she did it with a book I was waiting on for hears. I would tell myself, "maybe this book will move the story further." And then it's the same book, new protagonists. Same story, just literally coppied a d paste in a new book. 14 dollars for a nook? The story itself for Urian was so small I could not see paying more that 8 for it. Not for a combination of 300 pages for Urian, and 3 other DH books just copied and pasted word for word. It would be better just to get it from the library and not waste your money. Nothing released in the book was worth the money in my opinion. I love you Author Goddess! But please, love you characters the way you used to. Your heart was evident in those stories. I feel like your trying to just get them out. Maybe not focus on so many different series! I have to read 3 different series to keep up with one story arc that hasn't been moved forward in a few books. I just pray that the next one is better or that this doesn't happen to another of my once favorite characters.
Anonymous 8 months ago
I think she did a word search for Urian in all her previous books, then pieced it together with a tiny bit of new material to make this so called new release. As with all the Dragon books and last League book, Sherrilyn has decided to basically phone it in. Since this is the fifth book where she's done this, I have no choice but to think her commitment is no longer to the story but to the money she can make off of her dedicated (but disillusioned) fan base.
Anonymous 8 months ago
Ive only got 3500 charscters to detail how much this book sucks.Holy god I wish i could get a refund. It retells the story arc of the series so basically hundreds of pages for a short story's worth of new content; and why is Urian a whiny manbaby now! Let me do you a solid and save you $14.99 plus tax. Urian whines a lot. No one loves him (because Kenyon has made her fortune wiith broken heroes that heal and find love; she usually does it very welll. Not here, though), hes isolated from his family and he'll never please his father. Everyone in his life, except for his mother (what! Not in this wannna be Greek tragedy!),manipulates him and oh my golly the dewy eyed innocent never catches on. He never grows or changes through the book. He fights a lot. Apolloymi is a whiney annoyance in this book instead of the badass she acrually is. Next time, I'll get a copy from the library and save myself some money. I don't mind paying for books. I do mind paying for lazy writing and slipshod editing. I felt like i was rreading a beta draft.
Anonymous 8 months ago
This story is nothing more then older books smashed together with a uninteresting romance the the story itself doesn't seem to care about telling
Anonymous 8 months ago
Very pieced together book. Nothing new in the story. Loved Uri before the book and really disliked him after reading the book. Wish I could get my money back!
Anonymous 8 months ago
This book was a review of all previous books and only a chapter two about main characters
Anonymous 8 months ago
It’s just a rehashing of a bunch of other books. The story didn’t even take itself seriously enough to have any substance.
Anonymous 8 months ago
Almost the last 4 or 5 books of this series are the same, except for the last 80 to 120 pages maybe. It reads like it was copied, pasted and/or, an added chapter here and/or there. In the last few books; they have been trying to make new books, from a character from the pervious books, with the same script from last books, except for a couple of chapters. DragonSworn should have came out after this book, or as the ending of this book.
Anonymous 6 months ago
Writing excellent as always, but having read every single book in the series I knew the ending of every situation introduced in the book since every situation was a recap from previous books, only from another's different point of view. I tried to finish it. There is absolutely nothing better than a long book and this one is over 600 pages! However everything was basically a rehash so there was no adventure. We waited a long time for this one. I hope the author is not getting bored with the series. I know the readers are not. Usually I get extremely upset about spending $15 for a book I can't finish. But it's obvious the author worked as hard on this one as all her other really wonderful books. It just didn't work for someone who has faithfully read all the previous books in the series. Someone new to the series would be blown out of the water in a good way by this book.
Anonymous 7 months ago
It was ok at best but let’s face it large chunks of it were just regurgitated portions, word for word, from previous novels primarily Styxx and Acheron. I was really hoping for some real new content but it spends most of the new content on the mundane Day to day of a previously never mentioned first love before quickly attempting to wrap everything up in a bow at the end. Is no one seriously going to question how quickly that was all “resolved” with out telling us anything about what had been happening to the now ex. I’m sad to say this in no way meets the standard that we used to get. At best it was readable but it is no way rereadable which is probably the biggest condemnation I can place upon it as I have reread all of the series numerous times. If you have already read Styxx and Acheron don’t waste your money you have already read the bulk of this book.
Anonymous 7 months ago
It left me unsatisfied. I can usually read one of Mrs. Kenyon's books and never want to stop, but this was like if I stopped it was OK because I already know what happened next. I felt cheated.
Anonymous 8 months ago
What happened??? This was phoned in!! Kenyon you were lazy you threw together 3 other books added some (very little) new stuff and made money off your loyal readers I want my money back I probably won't buy another Kenyon book !
Anonymous 8 months ago
I was disappointed in this book. All she did was cut and paste from Styxx and a couple others. At one point I actually thought I opened the wrong book it was so repetitive. Zero character or plot development and it was so disappointing, Urian had so much potential, but the book doesn't reflect that at all. Save your money and either get it from the library or skip all together. Huge waste of money.
OverKenyonsRedundancies 9 months ago
First 300 pages are good. Last 300 are basically the books Acheron, Styxx and Dragonswon mashed together. I really can't believe I got suckered into buying this book. So tired of paying for the same story.
Anonymous 8 months ago
This author never disappoints. This book rates right up there with some of her other epic books. Love her. Loved the series. Absolutely loved Stygian and his story. I laughed and I cried and I wanted more.
Anonymous 8 months ago
This is the first new release of hers that I've listened to in audio format and it about killed me. I swear 10 hours of it was copy and pasted material from the previous books. I had realized before that she recycled phrases a lot but Stygian is hands down the worst case of it out of any of her books. It got to the point where I started rolling my eyes subconsciously every time a phrase was repeated. I have eagerly awaited the release of Stygian and this is the most disappointed I have ever been with her books. (It bears mentioning that I hadn't been disappointed with her books until Son of No One before this latest arc that links decade old books from another series to the DH series.) This book was supposed to be the one that finally gave us answers to a lot of questions that she'd left open in previous books. It failed to deliver. Like Styxx and Acheron she divided the content into the history stuff and current stuff. So while the first half of the book was technically new content it still had a good deal of repeats just in a different perspective. The second half of the book was almost entirely a word for word repeat of the dragon books even down to being in the same POV. Urian went from spending over a decade pining for Phoebe to rescuing Xyn and immediately jumping into the sack with her. Xyn's and Urian's relationship was a centuries long one that was somehow never mentioned before. Even though he says that he loved Xyn more than he ever loved Phoebe. Urian supposedly spent about 100 years mourning what he thought must have been Xyn's death; however, she's never even mentioned in the book again until they rescue her. Given how often he mentioned Phoebe how is this even possible? We barely see any kind of interaction between Urian, Styxx, and Bethany. You would think that finding out that the parents you thought were yours for ELEVEN THOUSAND YEARS aren't your biological parents would warrant a tiny bit more of a reaction/mention. I don't know if her life issues are affecting her writing or if it's just the pressure of putting out so many books a year or even if it's trying to keep track of so many different series that she's intertwined. If you separate out the were-hunters and dream hunter books from the Dark-Hunter books like she does then there are 5 series that she's linked together ( were, dream, and dark hunters, Lords of Avalon, and Chronicles of Nick. Someone correct me if I missed any)
Anonymous 8 months ago
Fantastic story written in the same style as Styxx and Acheron.
Anonymous 8 months ago
Seems like a compilation of many books. Cleared up a few questions.
Anonymous 8 months ago
Tears laughter and oh my! This had so many unanswered questions that I couldn't put it down
Anonymous 8 days ago
Great story, couldn't wait too find out the finer details of Urians story. Wasn't disappointed.
Anonymous 8 days ago
Just don’t understand what has happened to the author her last couple of books. As everyone has stated before me. It’s a copy and paste, literature verbatim of Urian appearances on the other books. Only the beginning of the book which is less than 100 pages has new material about Urian which is his childhood, other than that you will spend the rest of the book skipping thru it because you already read it before.
Anonymous 14 days ago
While i got a lot of backstory for urian whoch i loved, it was the only thing goid about the book. As i got closer to the end i realized there weren't enough pages to create a decent cliffhanger let alone go into detail about urians relationships. At one point i literally couldn't connect the chapter previous to the one i was reading and had to go back and find something relevent with no success. I have love sherrilyns series for so long and i was really hoping for more. I've always been excited to read her stories since she was one of the few authors i read that can suprise me. but it seem like the books are loosing there passion and intrigue. Worse of all it was a little to predictable. It had all the ingredients for an amazing read but it fell short of its mark. Overall it was a good try but lacked the kenyon flare.
Anonymous 3 months ago
Thank you for an awesome book!
Anonymous 4 months ago
Great, as usual!! CC
Anonymous 6 months ago
Loved this book!