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Thin blue veins pulsed beneath, but it was the red blood vessels around the pearlescent shade of her irises that caught the attention. It was as if her irises were swimming in blood.

And they were-Raphael had hurt her. Her rage at that knowledge was a violent cold deep inside her body. No one hurt Zhou Lijuan. She would annihilate the upstart Archangel of New York for the insult, but first, she would make him watch as she enslaved his mortal consort.

And for that, she needed to have patience, needed to finish healing, needed to finish becoming. Because not all of her had regenerated the same as before Raphael tried to obliterate her from existence.

Lifting her hand with muscles that were weak and quivering, she examined her nails.

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They had grown back a gleaming ruby red and hooked over her fingertips like the talons of a great bird of prey. The incisors in her mouth, too, weren't the same. Her other teeth were pure white, the incisors dark scarlet. It was oddly beautiful. As befit a goddess. Those incisors weren't functioning yet, however.

She'd attempted to feed on the glowing lifeforce of loyal subjects who wished to sacrifice themselves so their goddess could heal quicker and with less pain, but while her incisors appeared strong, they weren't mature.

She couldn't penetrate the skin, and even when she used a knife to make the cut, she could suck up only a little useless blood, not the lifeforce of the sacrifice. Agony burned her nerve endings every instant of every day. Her bones ached. Her wings couldn't hold her aloft. Only her mind was whole.

Laying down her fully regenerated right hand on the arm of the throne of jade carved with nightmares and dreams and considered a treasure among angelkind by those who had seen it, she focused on the kneeling form of the angel below the dais.

He had his forehead to the floor, his wings held gracefully to his back. She couldn't remember how long he'd been sitting there and she couldn't quite make out his form with clarity. Her bleeding eyes didn't always work as they should.

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Raising his head from the floor, the man. Yes, she recognized that yellow hair down to the shoulders. The Scribe placed his hands on his thighs and kept his head respectfully bowed as he began to speak.

She remembered assigning him this task in the months before the battle with Raphael, even remembered reading the prophecy in an old scroll when she'd been a mere angel. At the time, it had meant nothing and she'd forgotten it for an eon. Then had come her growing power, and with it, a faint whisper of memory that told her the scroll was important.

It had taken her scholars and trackers almost a year to rediscover the ancient text, and since the moment of rediscovery, the words had become an echo at the back of her head, a drumbeat she couldn't unhear. Archangel of Death. Goddess of Nightmare. Wraith without a shadow.

Rise, rise, rise into your Reign of Death. For your end will come. Your end will come.

At the hands of the new and of the old. An Archangel kissed by mortality. A silver-winged Sleeper who wakes before his Sleep is done.

The broken dream with eyes of fire. The Scribe's voice was crystalline as he said, "I have traced the origins of the prophecy to the Archangel Cassandra.

But one thing about her legend had never changed: Legend stated that she'd chosen to Sleep soon after she clawed out her own eyes in a vain effort to stop the visions. Her eyes had grown back within the day, and in the hour afterward, her dress still bloody, she'd disappeared. Most of her prophecies had been lost in time and the ones that remained were often disregarded as the scribblings of some unknown fantasist.

Her wings had grown back after her brain and spinal column, as per the angelic hierarchy of what was important, but they were weak and prone to causing her torso to spasm, further exacerbating her remaining injuries. Breathing through the vicious sensations, she stared into the metal disk that acted as her mirror, and spoke the name of the Sleeper who needed to die. Seven months since he'd told Ashwini he was ready to find a mate. Seven months and still his mate hadn't made herself known to him.

Didn't she know he was looking for her? Crouched on the railing-less edge of a high Tower balcony, he growled. A Legion fighter who'd just flown past turned to give him an appraising look. Naasir snapped his teeth at the bat-winged male and was pleased when the fighter changed direction to head to the Legion's new home.

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Naasir liked that home, even if it had walls. It was a high-rise that had been turned into a giant greenhouse, windows taken out to form balconies, walls replaced with massive sheets of glass where possible, and a flight tunnel created in the central core, a tunnel big enough to accommodate wings.

With fall now a blaze of red and orange and yellow across Central Park, the engineers had also added clever transparent "curtains" of what Illium had told Naasir was a high-tech material that allowed the Legion to fly in and out at will, but that maintained a warm, growing temperature within.

Each time a fighter went through, the curtains fell automatically back in place, trapping the heat inside. Naasir had snuck into the high-rise soon after he first returned to New York two weeks earlier. The inside was structured so that the remaining parts of the internal floors and ceilings jutted out at unusual angles; the distance between one and the next was often deep.

Enjoying the lush greenery within, the vines climbing up the sides already starting to take strong hold and small trees digging in their roots as flowers bloomed, Naasir had made his way to the top regardless-without alerting the Legion he was in their territory. He didn't think the Primary had been pleased when Naasir appeared on the glass of the roof, but the leader of the Legion was loyal to Raphael, and Naasir was one of Raphael's Seven, so they existed in a wary truce.

Just thinking about the Legion made Naasir's skin prickle and muscles tense.

They were so old and so other that he often had to fight the compulsion to bite them. Despite that, or perhaps because of it, he sometimes felt that the strange fighters who flew on wings devoid of feathers, were more like him than anyone else in the entire world. Naasir might not have wings, but he was as other.

Except, where there were seven hundred and seventy-seven in the Legion, he was only one. You are angry with us because we are many, but you know deep within that you are one of us. A child of the earth. Bitterly young in comparison to our eons-long existence, but with a connection to life that is primal.

The leader of the Legion had said that to Naasir with a straight face. Click on the cover image above to read some pages of this book! Formatting may be different depending on your device and eBook type.

Naasir is the most feral of the powerful group of vampires and angels known as the Seven, his loyalty pledged to the Archangel Raphael. When rumors surface of a plot to murder the former Archangel of Persia, now lost in the Sleep of the Ancients, Naasir is dispatched to find him.

For only he possesses the tracking skills required-those more common to predatory animals than to man. Enlisted to accompany Naasir, Andromeda, a young angelic scholar with dangerous secrets, is fascinated by his nature-at once playful and brilliant, sensual and brutal.

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As they race to find the Sleeping archangel before it's too late, Naasir will force her to question all she knows. But first they must survive an enemy vicious enough to shatter the greatest taboo of the angelic race and plunge the world into a screaming nightmare. The Guild Hunter Series Audience: General Format: English Number Of Pages: Orion Edition Type: Digital original. Help Centre. My Wishlist Sign In Join. Archangel's Enigma Book 8 By: Nalini Singh.

Be the first to write a review. Share This eBook:.Star Wars: Andromeda or Andi as Naasir calls her, was a good heroine. The newest installment in the Guild Hunter series by N. Another fantastic entry to the Guild Hunter series! Those incisors weren't functioning yet, however. Naasir is such a brilliant character, he's almost childlike in some ways because of the black and white way he looks at the world - he doesn't play games and is very much a what you see is what you get kind of guy - but he's definitely all man where it counts and I loved the contradictions in him.

Andromeda is the only grandchild of Charisemnon, ally of Lijuan who needs to die. This is also the first book of the series I've liked where Elena and Raphael aren't the main couple, now that's an achievement.