Archangel's Resurrection by Nalini Singh (English) Paperback Book

Description: Archangel's Resurrection by Nalini Singh New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh takes us into the dangerous, haunting world of archangels . . . and a love that is legend. For thousands of years, the passion between Alexander, Archangel of Persia, and Zanaya, Queen of the Nile, burned furious and bright, seemingly without end. But to be an archangel is to be bound to power violent and demanding. Driven by its primal energy, Alexander and Zanaya fought as fiercely as they loved, locked in an endless cycle of devotion and heartbreak. It is only Zanayas decision to Sleep that ends their love story. Eons later, the Cascade of Death wakens them both. The passion between them a flame that yet burns, Alexander and Zanaya stand together in one last battle against the ultimate darkness. But even a warrior archangel cannot win every war. Alexanders scream shatters the world as Zanaya falls, broken and silent . . . only to rise again in a miracle that may be a devastating curse. For is it truly the Queen of the Nile who has been resurrected? Only one thing is clear: This is the last beat of their passionate, angry dance. The final song for Alexander and his Zani . . . FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh is passionate about writing. Though shes traveled as far afield as the deserts of China, the temples of Japan, and the frozen landscapes of Antarctica, it is the journey of the imagination that fascinates her the most. Shes beyond delighted to be able to follow her dream as a writer.She is the author of the darkly beautiful Guild Hunter series, including Archangels Resurrection, Archangels Light, Archangels Sun, and Archangels War. She is also the author of the much-loved Psy-Changeling novels, including Storm Echo, Last Guard, Alpha Night, Wolf Rain, Ocean Light, and Silver Silence.She also writes stand-alone thrillers set in beautiful and moody New Zealand. A Madness of Sunshine was long-listed for the Ngaio Marsh Award, while Publishers Weekly called Quiet in Her Bones "a lushly written, multilayered mystery." Excerpt from Book 1 Lijuan, Archangel of Death and Goddess Over All, gloried in the howl of her power as battle raged around her, Raphaels once-glittering city now broken and scorched. Impudent child. He shouldve listened to Lijuan, listened to his goddess! Shed told him what to do, had attempted to guide him. But no, he would make the wrong choice. He would choose to tie himself forever to a mewling mortal. It mattered naught that his consort now bore wings and other trappings of immortality. She was nothing, a worm to be crushed under the boot, as Lijuan had once crushed her own worm. Because worms dug inside you, creating runnels and holes. Weaknesses. Fractures. Vulnerabilities. Raphael had all of those. And today he would pay the price. They would all pay. She laughed at the temerity of the archangels whod gathered into an alliance against her. Together, they thought they could defeat her. When all theyd done was made things easier for her by congregating in one place. They mightve been the apex predators on the planet once, but Lijuan alone held that throne now. They were nothing but her servants. Ignoring the chaos all around her, she scanned the area until she pinpointed the archangel she most wanted to remove from the equation. There she was. Small in stature, with skin "like the night, eyes that held the stars, and hair of violet moonlight"-or so shed been described by the idiotic poet whod written a scroll devoted to Zanaya, Queen of the Nile. Lijuan had researched Zanaya as part of her investigation into all possible Sleepers who might prove a problem in the future . . . but shed paid a little extra attention to the so-called Queen of the Nile. Not because she was more of a power than the others, but because Zanaya had managed to obtain the one thing that Lijuan had never been able to capture: the love of Alexander, Archangel of Persia. Oh, hed been kind to Lijuan, had told her that she was too young and that perhaps after another seven thousand years, they could come together. Only later had she realized that hed simply been letting her down with kindness-by then, shed seen true passion in a mans eyes, had understood with bitter clarity that what shed seen in Alexanders had been . . . gentle, yes. Twined even with affection. But passion? No. Not even the merest inkling. Why her and not me? A gnawing question inside her ever since shed learned of Zanaya and Alexanders history. Because thats how most ancient scrolls were written-with their two names linked. As if they were so much a unit that it was understood that should Zanaya walk the earth, Alexander would belong to her and no one else. Rage burned through Lijuan. How dare he choose this mere archangel in place of Lijuan, who was a goddess? How dare he still look at Zanaya in a way hed never once looked at her! She shouldnt have noticed how their glances met, shouldnt have noticed anything beyond what was necessary to win this war, but she had-and the reminder of her pathetic past self enraged her. Fueled by the lifeforce of those whod sacrificed themselves to their goddess, she turned noncorporeal . . . and then she flew straight to the archangel who mocked Lijuan with her very existence. Lijuan had no weaknesses. After she killed Zanaya, shed take care of Alexander. Shed consume them both, and once they were inside her, she would control them. Zanaya never stood a chance. Appearing behind her, Lijuan sank her fangs into the archangels neck, and drank of her life. Those fangs usually only emerged in angels during the Making of a vampire, but Lijuan could call them up at will. Yet another sign of her difference from these creatures who sought to humble her. Sudden savage winds whipped at Lijuans hair as Zanaya called up her power, the archangels body twisting to respond to the attack, but it was a futile effort. Lijuan had swallowed up too much of the potent power that made up a member of the Cadre, and Zanaya was fading, fading. Lijuans rage, however, oh, it continued to scald. Because it did, she made a critical error. She eased her iron control on the vicious power which made her a goddess-and created a leak. A whisper of her own power flowed into Zanaya, a gift of which she was utterly unworthy. But no matter. Zanaya was dead anyway. At least now, Lijuan knew not to get so entranced by the refueling process that she lost her grip on the screaming endlessness that was her glory. Sated for the moment, she dropped Zanayas shriveled corpse and turned noncorporeal once more. There would never again be a scroll written that paired Zanaya with Alexander. What a terrible shame that their love story had come to such an inglorious end. Her lip curled when she saw golden-haired and silver-winged Alexander race to catch his lovers desiccated body before it could shatter against the earth. What a fool he was; so unworthy of the goddess shed become. How odd that shed once wanted him. Now, all she wanted was his death. His end. Nothing could exist in this world that reminded her of personal failure. She was a goddess. She. Did. Not. Fail. 2 Alexander saw Lijuan attack Zanaya. Fighting to get to her, he witnessed Zanayas wings droop, her body go limp. But her mind, it was yet functional, yet held enough power for her to reach out to him along a pathway so old that it was part of his most elemental being: Xander . . . kill me. She must be sto- Even had he the heart to follow her whispered plea, it was too late. Lijuan went noncorporeal again, dropping Zanaya from the sky. And his Zanis wings were crumpled, her body dropping, akin to a broken birds. Zani! Zani! Silence, nothing but silence from his quicksilver lover with her wicked tongue. He caught her before she could hit the hard earth, his Zani, her spirit so bright and beautiful. Making a hard turn in midair, he arrowed his way toward the Tower infirmary. "Hold on, Zani. Hold on!" It was an order, but she was beyond hearing him. Her body was a whisper, so light that it was as if she were made of air. Her skin had turned to paper, the flesh of her curves just gone and her skin cold, so cold. Cradling her as close as he could while not hurting her, he kept on talking to her, kept on trying to make her respond. But all he heard was a silence without end. Then, and through all the hours that followed. "You promised youd speak to me after the battle," he whispered to her after theyd vanquished the monster Lijuan had become, and he carried Zanayas broken body to Cassandras fire. The seer of legend had promised to hold her safe. Again, his Zani, whod never hesitated to speak around him, said nothing. Her silence was a wound bigger than any other she couldve inflicted on him. He pressed a trembling kiss to her lips, and it tasted of the salt of his tears. "I cant exist in a world where you do not." Hed only lived this long because, no matter his anger at her, he knew that she Slept whole and unharmed. "Come back to me, my Zani." Silence. Until the very moment when he forced himself to give her into Cassandras embrace. The seers lilac hair was licked by the gold and orange of the enormous, impossible fissure deep into the earth above which they hovered, and the seafoam auroras of her haunting-haunted-eyes were tender, her arms careful as she cradled Zanaya against the floating softness of her gown. "You will care for her." It came out an order. Cassandra didnt tell him he had no right to give her orders. Gaze lost in the terrible gift that drove her to a madness that had her clawing out her eyes when she could no longer stand it, she said, "Alexander, Archangel of Persia, Child of Gzrel and Cendrion, before you lie two paths." Her tone was eerie, echoing as if spoken in a great chamber. Gut tight, Alexander clenched his fists. It took everything he had to keep his tone civil. "I dont wish for blurry prophecies that could mean anything and need to be interpreted. I want to know if Zanaya will rise and when." Cassandra looked down at the body in her arms, a body shed already wreathed in her flame. "This I do not know." Her face was soft now, her voice softer. "But I know this, Alexander, this is an ending . . . but it isnt the last ending. That, too, will come. Choose with care, for it will be the forever last." Then she was gone, taking with her his Zani with her brilliant spirit and warriors heart. His own heart broke. Always, no matter what, hed known she would return. Hed been nursing a grudge against her for millennia, getting ready to have the fight that he was owed. Hed known shed laugh at him for refusing to let it go, but then shed have fought with him. After which, theyd have ended up in each others arms. That was how it was meant to have been; that was the future for which he had waited for so long. This . . . Pain a raw knot inside him, he didnt know how he made it through the time that followed. He felt glued together by nothing but his own will when he finally returned to his territory. Once in his lands, he went not to his fort, but to an isolated ridge of mountains where no one could hear his heart splinter. Wings flared out, he screamed out his grief and his rage till it brought him to his knees, but still the wound inside him continued to bleed. Hed survived the loss of Zanaya before, Details ISBN0593198166 Author Nalini Singh Series A Guild Hunter Novel Language English Year 2022 ISBN-10 0593198166 ISBN-13 9780593198162 Publication Date 2022-10-25 Series Number 15 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Format Paperback Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2022-10-25 NZ Release Date 2022-10-25 US Release Date 2022-10-25 UK Release Date 2022-10-25 Pages 400 DEWEY 823.92 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! 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