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560 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published June 3, 2008
“You tell the others I was not worthy of her.” As the Directrix’s mouth fell open, he pointed his finger at her. “That’s a goddamned order. You tell them . . . she is too good for me. I want her elevated to a special rank. . . . I want her fucking enshrined, do you understand me? You do right by her or I’ll bust this place into ruins.”
"It was hard to know what was worse: him being with her and all her sisters, or him being with none of them because his heart was held by another."
"He thought of her brushing out his hair, and realized with a shock that she had actually managed to calm him in those moments—and not just through the strokes of the brush, either. Her very presence eased him, from her jasmine scent, to the way she moved so fluidly, to the soft sound of her voice."
Phury stepped up close to her. Her body was roaring with so much heat, he could feel it against his own skin, and her jasmine scent was as thick as his blood.
He flashed her his fangs and hissed like a cat. “We’re going to my room.”
“But I have no reason to go to your bedroom.”
“Yes. You do.”
"Okay. Fine. Whatever she wanted. Hell, at this point, she could have told his heart not to beat, and the thing would have complied with the order quite cheerfully. She had become his control tower, his body’s master, and anything she told him to do or say or get for her, he would. No questions asked. No care of the means."
"No . . . this couldn’t be the Fade. The aches and pains in his body and the screaming in his head were too much like what he felt on Earth.
Except, what about the sun? He was bathed in its warm glow, and yet he breathed.
Man, if all that vampire-no-daylight shit was a lie, the race was an idiot as a whole."
“What is wrong with you,” he whispered, “that you care so much about me?”
Blay’s sad smile added about a million years to his age, lining his face with the kind of knowledge that came only after life kicked you in the nuts a number of times. “What is wrong with you that you can’t see why I would?”
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“One thing, though,” Qhuinn murmured.
“What?”
The voice that came out of his throat was unlike anything he’d ever heard from himself before. “If any guy breaks your heart or treats you like shit, I will bust him apart with my bare hands and leave his broken, bloody body for the sun.”
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They pulled apart, looked into each other’s eyes . . . and something shifted. In the silence of the whole training center, in the vast privacy of the moment, something changed.
“Just once,” Blay said softly. “Do it just once. So I’ll know what it’s like.”
“Getting him out didn’t save him.” Zsadist’s eyes drifted over. “That’s the point, Phury. There isn’t any saving him. There isn’t any saving me. I know that’s what you keep waiting for, living for. But . . . it’s never going to happen. Look . . . I can’t thank you, because . . . as much as I love Bella and my life and where I am now, I still go back there. I can’t help it. I still live it every day.”
After a moment, Wrath turned to John. “This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was on earth, there was a plague in central Europe—”
“Okay, that was so not my fault—”
“—that wiped out two-thirds of the human population.”
“I’d like to remind you that you don’t like humans.”
“They smell bad when they’re dead.”
“All you mortal types do.”
The glowing man laughed. “Well, if it isn’t good King Wrath and his band of merry-merry happy-happy. I swear you boys should do kiddie shows, you’re so fucking cheery.”
“Great,” Rhage muttered, “his sense of humor’s still intact.”
Vishous exhaled. “Maybe I can try to beat it out of him.”
“Use his own arm to do it, if you can—”
Wrath glared at the two of them, who shot him back a pair of who-us? stares.
I think that Phury is probably one of the most underrated brothers...there's so much more to him than just being Z's twin!!!!!![]()
"'I love you forever' didn't always need to be spoken to be understood.”
“Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.”
How was he supposed to climb on top of lovely, fragile Cormia, pound into her until he came, and then hightail it to the Chosen’s Sanctuary and make like Bill Paxton on Big Love? What the hell had he been thinking?
“You tell the others I was not worthy of her. Thats a goddamned order. You tell them... she’s too good for me. I want her elevated to a special rank... I want her fucking enshrined, do you understand me?”Phury is not as cool, calm, and collected as he seems. Not only has he been practically gutting lessers, but he has been smoking even more. The wizard is in control. Phury is a straight up addict.
“I want you to know... If I’m with anyone else, it’s you in my heart.”There has to be a solution...will these two find another way to repopulate the race and change things? Can Phury get his shit together long enough to try? Instead of Phury constantly being the savior, he may need to be saved.... from himself. Cormia may just be the person for the job.
He finally felt like the hero he had always wanted to be.
You are still the same to me. Nothing has changed.
“I’ll lay my life down for you. With or without that piece of paper”
“I.Am.Not.Sorry.”
“What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me?”
“What is wrong with you that you can’t see why I would?”
"The thing about Phury is, he’ll always put others before himself. Always. It’s his nature."
"I know. That’s why I admire him so. Where I am from . . ." Cormia struggled to find the words. "To the Chosen, selflessness is the greatest of all values. We serve the race and the Scribe Virgin, and in doing so we joyfully put the whole before ourselves. It is the highest order of virtue to sacrifice yourself to the greater good, to that which is of more importance than the self. The Primale does that. I believe that is . . ."
"Is . . . ?"
"That is why I respect him so."
Cormia was rising from the pool, her resplendent female form dripping with water . . while three newly transitioned males stood about ten feet from her with their tongues hanging down to their navels.
Oh . . . hell . . . no.
The bonded male in him came out like a beast, breaking free of the lies he’d fed himself about how he felt, roaring out of the cave of his heart, stripping him of everything that was civilized.
All he knew was that his female was standing naked and being coveted by others.
That was all that mattered.
Before he was aware of what he was doing, Phury let out a growl that broke through the air like a crack of thunder. John Matthew’s and his buddies’ eyes shot his way, and then the three of them moved back as one. Big-time. Like the pool had caught fire.
Cormia, on the other hand, didn’t look in his direction. She didn’t scramble to cover up, either.
Instead, she deliberately picked up her robe and slid it slowly onto her shoulders, all latent defiance.
Which powered him up like nothing else. "Come into the house," he demanded of her. "Now."
As she glanced at him, her voice was as level as her eyes. "And if I choose not to?"
"I will put you over my shoulder and carry you inside."
Shit, all along he’d tortured himself about Z’s fate… all along he’d lived in the cold, pervasive shadow of their family’s tragedy. He had suffered, goddamn it… he had suffered, too, and suffered still.
She wanted him. She was going to have him. To hell with her sisters. He was hers.
What happened between you and Blay?
“I cut him loose, and I was cruel about it.”
Good God . . . Why?
“I was on the way to jail for murder, remember? He’d have eaten himself alive worrying about me. It would have ruined his life. Better that he hate me than be lonely for the rest of his days.”
No offense, but are you really that important to him?
Qhuinn’s mismatched eyes drilled into John’s. “Yes. I am. And don’t ask any questions about that.”
See, this was the thing with Qhuinn. He could be out there and he could let his edge get away from him, but he always came back and made you feel like you were the single most important person in the world to him and that he was truly sorry for hurting your feelings.
“If any guy breaks your heart or treats you like shit, I will bust him apart with my bare hands and leave his broken, bloody body for the sun.”
“For fuck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood.”I've taken a few days to gather my thoughts before writing this review. Truth is, I did not love this book... But, I didn't hate it either... It was just different from the other books in the series and didn't live up to my own expectations. That's not the author's fault.
He tapped the artificial leg. “I am not whole.” True, she thought sadly. He was not whole, although it had nothing to do with him missing part of a limb.Phury's meltown outshines all the other melodraptic moments over the course of the series. Combined. He could best be described as self-loathing wrapped in drug addict and dipped in haunted past. That's not the kind of sundae you want to indulge in.
“As much as we have free choice, absolute destiny is immutable. What is meant to happen does, through one measure or another.”Cormia is a chosen. Virginal, naieve, and bland as her all-white-food diet. She wasn't nearly as obnoxios as Marissa (Lover Revealed) but she wasn't amusing, entertaining, or even interesting.