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Автор Jennifer Armintrout
“Every character is drawn in vivid detail, driving the action from point to point in a way that never lets up.”
—The Eternal Night on The Turning
“[Armintrout’s] use of description varies between chilling, beautiful, and disturbing…[a] unique take on vampires.”
—The Romance Readers Connection
“Armintrout continues her Blood Ties series with style and verve, taking the reader to a completely convincing but alien world where anything can—and does—happen.”
—Romantic Times BOOKreviews on Possession
“The relationships between the characters are complicated and layered in ways that many authors don’t bother with.”
—Vampire Genre on Possession
“[This book] will stun readers. Not to be missed.”
—The Romance Readers Connection
on Ashes to Ashes
“Entertaining and often steamy romances run parallel to the supernatural action without dominating the pages.”
—Darque Reviews on All Soul’s Night
“Armintrout pulls out all the stops…a bloody good read.”
—Romantic Times BOOKreviews
on All Souls’ Night
Blood Ties
BOOK ONE: THE TURNING
BOOK TWO: POSSESSION
BOOK THREE: ASHES TO ASHES
BOOK FOUR: ALL SOULS’ NIGHT
The Lightworld/Darkworld novels
QUEENE OF LIGHT
CHILD OF DARKNESS
and
VEIL OF SHADOWS
Available December 2009
A LIGHTWORLD/DARKWORLD NOVEL
This book is dedicated to Tez Miller.
Not just because she won the Twitter contest
and this was the prize, but also because she is
one of the nicest romance bloggers I have met.
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Acknowledgments
On the night she was born, the Palace rejoiced.
But her mother did not.
Lying in her bed, the infant tucked closely to her side, Ayla despaired. Protect her, the Goddess had said. It had been so easy when the child had been a part of her. Now, she was a part of the world, a world that was more cruel and difficult than one of her race should have to face. Protecting her would not be as simple now.
The child was perfect, though more Human in appearance than even her mother. Faery babes were born pale, tinged with green, and spindly like the roots of a plant. This child was plump and pink, with a shock of flame-orange hair sprouting in tufts from her head. Two feathered, black wings were tucked against her small back, and they stirred as she slept, as though she dreamed of a day when she could use them.
The door to the Queene’s chambers opened to admit the child’s father. Malachi, once divine, now mortal. He approached carefully, as though afraid to see what lay beside Ayla in the bed.
