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HTML:WHERE DARK LYCAN ENDED, DARK WOLF BEGINS... BOOK NUMBER 25 IN CHRISTINE FEEHAN'S ACCLAIMED CARPATHIAN SERIES #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan now delivers her most eagerly awaited novel of all—ten years in the making—in the “the erotic, gripping series that has defined an entire genre” (J. R. Ward). In Dark Lycan, Christine Feehan journeyed into the heart of the Carpathians, and into the souls of two lifemates stirred by the flush of passion and the threat of annihilation. In Dark Wolf, the breathtaking story continues as the bonds of family are imperiled, and the fate of two lovers lies hidden in the seductive shadows between life and death. Skyler Daratrazanoff always recognized the miracle that was Dimitri Tirunul, a man beyond any dream that had ever engaged her nights. But she was human. Vulnerable. He was Carpathian. Nearly immortal. She was nineteen. He was an ancient. Yet she held half his soul, the light to his darkness. Without her, he would not survive. Caught between the two warring species, Dimitri has spent centuries hunting the undead to keep his people free, and humans safe. He had survived honorably when others had chosen to give up their souls. But now, marked for extermination by the Lycans, Dimitri found himself alone, and fearing for his life. But salvation was coming… No Lycan would ever suspect someone like Skyler to dare mount a secret rescue operation. A teenage girl. A human of untested abilities. But she had something no one else had. She was predestined for Dimitri—as he was for her. And there was nothing stronger for Skyler than her desire to see her life-dream come true. Whatever the risk. INCLUDES A PREVIEW OF CHRISTINE FEEHAN’S NEXT CARPATHIAN NOVEL, DARK BLOOD.… (mehr) |
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Tiny silver threads, so deadly and bright, I call upon the earth to steal your might, As you were created, I shall undo. I call on your makers and take on your hue.
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That which was created shall now become mine, Chlorine, sulfur, antimony and arsenic I bind. Chlorine that holds the color of green and gold, I take on your energy and now so do I hold. (page 30)
Sulfur, oh brimstone with life-giving gifts, I breathe in your essence and take of your gifts, Antimony, sweet metal, I take on your shine, An weave now a barrier that none may unbind, (page 30)
Arsenic sweet arsenic so lethal and gray, I call on your power to shift poison away. Silver I touch, silver I wind, Silver I release back to your source. (page 31)
Hooks of silver, curved and sharp, Inserted in flesh to poison the heart, Iced brimstone and fire I call you now forth. Come out and heat this evil source. (page 31)
Take what is open and seal it now closed, So no more that is poison can seek what is exposed. Take what is liquid and give it a form, Sealing away all, so it no more can harm (page 49-50)
Silver, silver, so deadly, so bright, I summon earth's power to stay your blight, As you were created and formed deep within, I command you, silver, to remove and ascend.
Silver threads that twine and harm, I release your hold of snaking charm. I call to you, silver, harken my call, Retrace the path from which you fall.
Harken to me, sliver, hear my command, Remove yourself doing no further harm. (page 50)
Corydalis, Valerian, Meadowsweet all, Cloak the pain that does now fall. (page 50)
Aloe sweet aloe, green and bright, I call to you essence, seeking what is held hidden inside. That which is sticky and filled with balm, I seek of your essence to heal what is burned. Kathalai, ancient name, I call forth your power to steal away pain. (page 60-61)
Great Mother Earth, who gave us all birth, Hear my call. Help me, great one, show me the path that I must walk, I place myself in your arms, hear the beat of my heart, Hear my call. (page 61)
Great one, I am of your making, I ask for your healing balm, I have need of you and your gifts, My body is worn and tired. (page 61)
Help me, Mother, bring forth your healing energies to give me strength. My need is great. Hear me. See me. Be of me. Wrap me in the warmth of your arms. (Page 62)
I need you, great one, my soul mate burns, He is hung on hooks, their tips delivering silver poison into his body, Threads of silver burn their way towards his heart.
His life runs out through my fingers like fine grains of sand. Hear me, great one, bring forth your healing energies, Give me your strength, heed my call, heal me, Mother. (page 62)
Tell me, great one, Those of the Lycan breed were born of this place, What was their making? How can they be subdued?
Show me their path, Reveal to me their weaknesses, Show me the way to diminish them. Give me the power to release their hold. (page 63)
Great Mother, my beloved is of your making, He is your own son, a son of Mother Earth. You have judged him, you know him. You know his worth.
Spare him, Mother, Bring forth your healing power, Aid me in his healing, Use me, bring forth your power through me. (page 73)
I call upon my blood. I am born of mage and dragon, no more shall I hide. I call to you, Mother, bring forth toe me the records of encoded light. Show me the past, as I live in the present. Let me view the future as you aid me in the now.
I know your words, I hear your thoughts, I feel your heart, I know your intent. You cannot hide. I am both mage and Dragonseeker. (page 73)
I call to you, Mother, absorb that which is deadly, Aid me in this time of healing, I call to comfrey, knitbone, I use your power to sedate, to soothe, that which burns,
I call upon you, Mother, to assist in the healing of internal damage, Seek out the path from which this poison has come, Cauterize it and close it, So that which is open and causing pain, cannot be open again. (page 74)
I call upon you once again, aloe and comfrey, I seek and use your healing salve to stop this raging pain, Seek deep into his flesh where burns run deep and raw,
Seek out the damage that is done deep within, Use your gifts to repair cell and skin. (page 74)
Mother, I call upon you to take into your arms, That which is doing no harm. Take on the poison. Eat it, drink it, Remake it into something of the earth.
May the green of the great Mother be seen, And used to hide that which would do evil. May her beauty bloom, showing all the colors of her heart, May her beauty shade and hide us from all harm. (page 103)
I call upon you, powers of air, bring forth your breath to guard this circle. I call upon you, powers of fire, witness this rite, bring forth your flame. I call upon you, powers of water, hold and align your healing waters. I call upon you, powers of earth, sustain me by holding me close.
Air that is my breath, Fire that is the blood of my veins, Earth that is my mother,
I call to thee, I summon thee, See my need, hear my voice, answer my call, Guide me, protect me, and avail me of your powers. (page 104)
I call to my birthright I am Dragonseeker, Born of dragons, Dracaena, Draco-dragon's blood.
I am Mage, Born of those who wield power-magic makers Time benders, Portal makers
I simmon thee, earth, Open your arms, create a space that is safe, protected. I call on light to surround, Let your bright protective light circle and protect. I command thee, fire, wrap this place like a cocoon that cannot be penetrated. Mother, allow this space only to us, Allowing no other entry, Water, supply us with your life-giving sustenance.
As above, so below, So mote it be. (page 106)
I call upon thee, Mother, Hear my voice. Feel my need,
Send me the creatures that dwell within your darkness, Cloak our energies so we are not seen, heard or felt. (page 106-107)
Earth Mother, I give thanks to you and your minions. May there always be peace and harmony between us, I release you now, go in peace. (page 110)
That which is my breath NOw may not be heard. That which is my body, Now must be silent. (page 112)
Mother of my blood, I call upon you, Surround me, cloak me, Abolish this pain, So that I may continue. (page 114)
I call upon Air, breathe forth a tempest of might. I call upon Earth, bring forth your trembling might. I call upon Fire, bring forth your flames, I call upon Water, wash away that which remains. (page 114-115)
That which is hooked and made to hold, I unmake your properties so you release and unfold. Air, I call upon you, float him gently down. Keep us safe from all sight and sound.
I call upon Earth, take him into your arms, Surround him, protect him, keep him from harm. Fire, I call you, cauterize his wound. Burn that which is bleeding, so it may not seal our doom.
Water, I call thee forth, your healing might, Wash away that which is blood So there is no scent, No sight. (page 115)
Chains of sliver bedded within, Chains of silver under tissue and skin, Chains of silver connected to bone, Chains of silver now may you be undone. (page 115-116)
Chains of silver buried deep within, Chains of silver wrapped like a serpent's skin. Chains of silver that cuts to the bone, I seek out your making so that you will now be known.
I trace your pattern and follow your path, Removing your roots as I seal and cast. In each valley and burn I insert a balm, So that your poison is ceased and can do no more harm. (page 130)
I call to the heart of the hunter, I call to the scent of blood, I call to the fox that is trickster, Use your cunning to lead them astray. (page 208)
I call to you, Mother, bring forth your might, As I seal these paths that would bring pain and blight. I call to aloe, so green and cool, Bind with me now, become my tool.
Bring forth your life's blood again to heal, Ease this suffering, these scars do steal. Each line I trace, may it fade day to day, Taking all that causes pain away. (page 274)
I am Skyler, daughter of the Dragonseeker, Great-granddaughter of the high mage, I am Skyler, daughter of Mother Earth. I call to thee, silver, let us break him from this cage. (page 274-275)
You are silver, my beautiful brother, But your beauty has been tainted by another. You have been misled, you have been misguided, I am calling to you, pleading, help me fight it. (page 275)
I call to my brother silver, let go, Free yourself from this blessed soul. Bring forth with you the damage to skin and bone, My brother, give me aid, I cannot heal him alone. (page 276)
Come to me, sliver, I offer my skin, Bring all the scars away from him. Join with me, brother, drive out his pain, So that only my warrior, my beloved, remains. | |
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HTML:WHERE DARK LYCAN ENDED, DARK WOLF BEGINS... BOOK NUMBER 25 IN CHRISTINE FEEHAN'S ACCLAIMED CARPATHIAN SERIES #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan now delivers her most eagerly awaited novel of all—ten years in the making—in the “the erotic, gripping series that has defined an entire genre” (J. R. Ward). In Dark Lycan, Christine Feehan journeyed into the heart of the Carpathians, and into the souls of two lifemates stirred by the flush of passion and the threat of annihilation. In Dark Wolf, the breathtaking story continues as the bonds of family are imperiled, and the fate of two lovers lies hidden in the seductive shadows between life and death. Skyler Daratrazanoff always recognized the miracle that was Dimitri Tirunul, a man beyond any dream that had ever engaged her nights. But she was human. Vulnerable. He was Carpathian. Nearly immortal. She was nineteen. He was an ancient. Yet she held half his soul, the light to his darkness. Without her, he would not survive. Caught between the two warring species, Dimitri has spent centuries hunting the undead to keep his people free, and humans safe. He had survived honorably when others had chosen to give up their souls. But now, marked for extermination by the Lycans, Dimitri found himself alone, and fearing for his life. But salvation was coming… No Lycan would ever suspect someone like Skyler to dare mount a secret rescue operation. A teenage girl. A human of untested abilities. But she had something no one else had. She was predestined for Dimitri—as he was for her. And there was nothing stronger for Skyler than her desire to see her life-dream come true. Whatever the risk. INCLUDES A PREVIEW OF CHRISTINE FEEHAN’S NEXT CARPATHIAN NOVEL, DARK BLOOD. ▾Bibliotheksbeschreibungen Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. ▾Beschreibung von LibraryThing-Mitgliedern
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Dimitri Tirunul is more than just an ancient Carpathian warrior. After centuries of sharing blood with his half-Lycan/half-Carpathian brother Fen, he now has Lycan blood running through his body. The Lycan species calls mixed bloods Sange rau and the fanatics want to kill them all, so they kidnapped and tortured Dimitri. Meanwhile, the Lycan council is visiting Mikhail, the prince, in hopes of establishing an alliance between the two species.
Like most fans of the series, I’ve been looking forward to this story for years, ever since Dark Celebration came out. Dimitri and Skyler have been lifemates for the past three years, but he hasn’t claimed her in the way of his people. After all, she was only 16 when they met, but she’s grown up a lot in the past few years. She had suffered much physical, emotional, and sexual abuse as a child, so she wasn’t ready for a relationship with a man. Dimitri understood that and gave her time, all the while getting to know her and becoming friends. Even though he risked his life and soul to give her time, he remained honorable and put her needs before his own, as all Carpathian males should do with their lifemates.
Dimitri is an amazing person and respects Skyler for who she is. He’s not controlling, insanely jealous, or demanding as some other heroes are in this series. He accepts her male friends and considers them his friends, which few Carpathian warriors are capable of doing for their women.
Skyler wants to move past her trauma, but feels she’ll never be strong enough or good enough for Dimitri. Despite her doubts, she’s a powerful healer and psychic, and the perfect match for her mate.
I loved all the scenes with Skyler, Josef, and Paul. Even though they goof off and play, and the elder Carpathians consider them children, they’re really adults and powerful in their own right. Josef is especially wonderful, but feels unwanted, expendable, and a burden to his family. Luckily, he realizes how wrong he is.
I definitely enjoyed the scenes with Skyler and her birth father Razvan. She’s kept her distance from him, but she’s finally reaching out, wanting to get to know him.
There are a few inconsistencies. Skyler and Razvan are Xavier’s great granddaughter and grandson respectively, but twice throughout the book they are called his granddaughter and son. Also, Paul’s last name is Chevez (his father’s name), not Jansen (his mother’s maiden name), so why is Paul suddenly going by his mom’s name?
I enjoyed the story, but I had to reread parts of it to figure out what was going on and who was talking or thinking because of all the head hopping. The narrative is repetitive and there are lots of lengthy chants and rituals, which I skimmed over. Zev and Bronnie’s story is next, so stay tuned for that review.
4 Stars
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