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386 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 28, 2014
"You made me traipse through the bayou for weeks," she muttered now. "Then, right when I had you, you made nice with the angel you'd pissed off." It wasn't the first time he'd done that either. "You knew how mad that made me---why did you keep doing it?"
Lifting their clasped hands, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "I was courting you."
He'd never forget what Naasir had said to him when Dmitri yelled that he didn't intend to bury another child and that Naasir needed to have a care for his life.
"Am I a person, Dmitri? Will you be sad if I die?"
"I told Caliane that trying to civilize me is like trying to civilize a jungle cat," Naasir said with a shrug. "We pretend to like people until we get hungry and want fresh meat." A glance around, a glint in his eye. "I honestly do like you all. I haven't thought about eating you for at least two centuries."
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“I’ll show you things that’ll make you laugh in delight, scream in passion, cry for the sheer joy of it.”
“He'd never forget what Naasir had said to him when Dmitri yelled that he didn't intend to bury another child and that Naasir needed to have a care for his life.
“Am I a person, Dmitri? Will you be sad if I die?”
Hardened and cruel though he’d become, the innocent question had shaken him. “Yes,” he’d said, as honest in his answer as Naasir had been in his question. “You are a person. You are Naasir. I’ll lose a piece of me if you die and it’s a piece I’ll never get back.”
Naasir had stared at him for a long time before coming over to hug him. “Okay, Dmitri. I’m sorry. I didn't know I was a person before.”
"You were always meant to be mine."~Sigh~
"Neither one of us has ever been in control of the thing between us. It has its own stubborn, relentless will."Though Ashwini and Janvier's story fell a bit short for me (in comparison to Jason and Mahiya's for example), it was still written by Nalini Singh, which means it was far superior to a lot of things I read.
Warm and strong, his scent earthy and familiar, he made the bruises inside her hurt less, her muscles no longer as taut.Anyway, the best part of Archangel's Shadows was just hanging out in the Guild Hunter world. Elena's anxiety over her mother-in-law's visit was so entertaining, as were her interactions with Naasir . . . whose book is next!
He’d tracked her down in remote corners of the world, aggravated her to the point where she’d once tied him up and emptied a large pot of honey on his head, before pretending to leave him for the insects.
He’d laughed in delight and cut himself free using a hidden blade, then chased her through the trees, threatening to make her lick every drop of the sweet, sticky stuff off his body.
Her eyes were drenched in terror.
Raising a hand, the one-who-waited stroked her cheek as her throat worked, the scream swallowed up by the pungent miasma of her fear.
“Not tonight.” A rasp, its throat a ruin. “I have fed.” The hunger came often, but the one-who-waited had learned to discipline that voracious need, because without discipline it would become a slave to those urges rather than a master of them.
“He'd never forget what Naasir had said to him when Dmitri yelled that he didn't intend to bury another child and that Naasir needed to have a care for his life.
“Am I a person, Dmitri? Will you be sad if I die?”
Hardened and cruel though he’d become, the innocent question had shaken him. “Yes,” he’d said, as honest in his answer as Naasir had been in his question. “You are a person. You are Naasir. I’ll lose a piece of me if you die and it’s a piece I’ll never get back.”
Naasir had stared at him for a long time before coming over to hug him. “Okay, Dmitri. I’m sorry. I didn't know I was a person before.”
“Naasir stretched lazily before settling back into his previous position. “I’m old enough now, and I want someone to play with like you play with Janvier and Raphael does with Elena. Even Dmitri plays with Honor.” This seemed to fascinate him. “The rules are secret in each game. I want to have secret rules with a woman who . . .” A long pause. “A woman who knows me, understands what I am, and who wants to have secret rules with me.”
02/11/2016 Buddy read with the awesome Wednesday UF group over at BB&B
“Don’t let immortality do that to you,” she whispered. “Don’t let it steal your soul.”
Moss green eyes held her own. “It is, others tell me, far easier to stay human if you split your heart in two and give one part to another to keep.”
I fell in love with Janvier and Aswini in the novella Angels’ Pawn, and I’m so happy that they got their own novel.
He would not—could not—let her die. Not the tempestuous storm that was her.
The light would go out of the world if she was gone.
Janvier is everything I love in a hero: he’s wickedly sexy, flirty and charming, funny and so in love with Ashwini that I wanted to be her. I adore that ever since he met her she was the only one for him. He’s been patiently wooing her, breaking down the walls around her heart with every flirty game he played with her. I love that despite being immortal for over 200 years, he hasn’t lost his humanity, his good soul.
I want to grow old with you, she thought on a heartbreaking surge of love, to see the world with you, to fight with you, to kiss your sinful, laughing mouth a million times.
Ashwini is an amazing heroine, and I just love her. She’s a Guild Hunter, so of course she’s tough and kickass. But Ashwini is also broken by her tragic past and her gift of sensing others’ secrets by touch. I love that Janvier is one of the few people who doesn’t trigger her gift, how well she has come to know him from their years of hunting games. And it was so wonderful how much being with him tempted her to give into what they both wanted, even though she was so afraid that her gift would mean they could never have a future.
This, this was love. The kind that forever changed a man.
If he survived Ash, he would no longer be the Janvier she knew—he’d be a man without a heart, his buried with her. In time, he’d become like the immortals he so despised, the ones for whom life held no meaning, and who’d attempt any cruelty in an effort to feel again.
No, whatever Ashwini’s life span, it would be his, too.
I just love Janvier and Ashwini together, how passionately and intensely they love each other, how hard they fought to get their HEA. There were some very nail-biting moments, where I feared that their HEA wouldn’t happen, but luckily Nalini Singh did not disappoint. No one writes romance like this author, and with this book she showed once again why she’s my favorite. Oh, and we finally find out the details about the mysterious honey incident, and it was fantastic :-D
“Am I a person, Dmitri? Will you be sad if I die?”
Hardened and cruel though he’d become, the innocent question had shaken him. “Yes,” he’d said, as honest in his answer as Naasir had been in his question. “You are a person. You are Naasir. I’ll lose a piece of me if you die and it’s a piece I’ll never get back.”
Naasir had stared at him for a long time before coming over to hug him. “Okay, Dmitri. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was a person before.”
There was quite a lot of Raphael, Elena and his Seven, and as always I love the tender and spicy moments between Raphael and Elena, and it’s wonderful seeing Elena interact with the Seven, and the bonds she is forming with them. We learn more about Naasir, and I’m utterly captivated by this vampire who is definitely unlike any other vampire in this series. And the history and current moments between Dmitri and Naasir is so special and seeing how much Naasir means to Dmitri just made me love him. It’s adorable that Naasir has decided he wants a mate, someone he can play games with, and I really can’t wait to read his book :-D. And it’s wonderful seeing the Legion becoming more like individuals than just being weapons, and how good Elena is with them.
The plot was great with a steady pace and many humorous moments. I like that with every book Nalini gives us more insight into the immortal lives of the angels and the vampires, and while at first we only saw the cruelty immortality has brought to them, we also now see that there are some who treasure mortality and the companions and friends they have made and lost.
Ash knew he loved her, would always love her. Anything she wanted, he’d give her . . . except for her mortality.
He’d waited more than two hundred years for her. How could she ask him to just let her go?
Janvier and Aswini’s book was everything I had hoped for and more. I love how this series just continues in strength and awesomeness, and I can’t wait to read the next book. Highly recommended to all UF and PNR fans.
Original review
Five AMAZING stars
I’ve been waiting for Janvier and Ashwini’s book for what feels like forever, and I was not disappointed. I had such extreme reactions while reading this book, feeling like gorging on the book and reading it as fast as I can while simultaneously wanting to savour the book, read as slowly as possible so that it doesn’t end.
Nalini Singh has such a way with words, especially with the feelings between Janvier and Ashwini, I honestly felt like I could feel, touch and see how Janvier feels about his Ashblade. I absolutely love Janvier! I must admit I was so worried that Janvier and Ash wouldn’t have the HEA that I wanted for them, my heart felt like it was breaking because it just seemed impossible for them to have their eternity together, luckily everything work out in the end.
There was quite a lot of Raphael, Elena and his Seven, and although I loved reading about all of them, there were times I really just wanted more of Janvier and Ashwini :-)
This book certainly met all my important requirements for a great book: wonderful romance, suspense and great storyline.
I don’t know how Ms. Singh does it every time, but this book was another winner.