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Dance of the Gods

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Raised in a family of demon hunters, Blair Murphy has her own personal demons to fight - the father who trained, then abandoned her, and the fiance who walked out on her after learning what she is. Now she finds herself training a sorcerer from 12th century Ireland, a witch from modern day New York, a scholar, and a shape-shifter from the mythical land of Gaell, while trying to keep herself from staking the sixth of their circle: a vampire sired by Lilith, the vampire queen they've been charged with defeating on Samhain.No stranger to a good fight, Blair finds she has met her match it comes to that handsome and flirtatious Geallian, Larkin. And a couple of run-ins with one of Lilith's loyal followers gives Blair more than she reckoned for, mentally and physically. But will she be able to stay alive long enough to defeat Lilith's army? Or will she find herself falling for the one thing she vowed never to give into again?

Editorial Reviews

Roberts's Circle Trilogy continues with this second installment (following Morrigan's Cross), in which the circle of six prepare for their battle against the powerful vampire Lilith and her undead army. The six members, culled by the goddess Morrigan from the past and the present, include the wizard Hoyt and his vampire brother Cian, the witch Glenna, ancient Geallian princess Moira and her shape-shifting cousin Larkin, and demon hunter Blair. Preparing for the showdown in modern-day Ireland, the group split their time among training, defending against Lilith's agents, bickering fitfully among themselves and, for some, doing their best to ignore mounting sexual tension. The relationship between the bigheaded, anachronistic Larkin and the hot-tempered, thoroughly modern lone-wolf Blair gives the proceedings a satisfying emotional core, especially rewarding when their anger turns finally to lust. Fulfilling their destiny, the six warriors enter the stone circle to travel backward in time to Geall for the fateful battle with Lilith. Roberts's latest is a testament to her skill and range, as this richly detailed fantasy only her second attempt at the genre hums with wit, humor and sizzling romance. Paranormal fans are assured a good time, as is anyone who enjoys captivating fiction. (Oct.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.

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Bio of Nora Roberts

Born into a family of readers, Nora had never known a time that she wasn't reading or making up stories. During the famous blizzard of '79, she pulled out a pencil and notebook and began to write down one of those stories. It was there that a career was born. Her first book, Irish Thoroughbred, was published by Silhouette in 1981. Nora met her second husband, Bruce Wilder, when she hired him to build bookshelves. They were married in July 1985. Since that time, they've expanded their home, traveled the world and opened a bookstore together. In the spring of 1995, Nora released her first novel written under the pseudonym J.D. Robb. The pragmatic reason for creating J.D. Robb was the astounding pace at which she produces books. With nearly 100 published books to her credit by 1995, she had built up a surplus of titles to be released by her publishers, and still was creating more. Reluctant to publish romantic suspense books akin to what she was already writing under a pseudonym, Ms. Roberts was convinced that readers would enjoy romantic suspense with a difference. Thus J.D. Robb was born. The initials were taken from Ms. Roberts's sons, Jason and Dan, while Robb was a shortened form of Roberts.

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Jove

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929.40 KB

Number of Pages

352

eBook ISBN

9780786586325

Excerpt from: Dance of the Gods by Nora Roberts

Clare
The first day of September

Through the house, still as a grave, Larkin limped. The air was sweet, fragrant with the flowers gathered lavishly for the handfasting rite of the night before.

The blood had been mopped up; the weapons cleaned. They'd toasted Hoyt and Glenna with the frothy wine, had eaten cake. But behind the smiles, the horror of the night's battle lurked. A poor guest.

Today, he supposed, was for rest and more preparation. It was a struggle for him not to be impatient with the training, with the planning. At least last night they'd fought, he thought as he pressed a hand to his thigh that ached from an arrow strike. A score of demons had fallen, and there was glory in that.

In the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of Coke. He'd developed a taste for it, and had come to prefer it over his morning tea.

He turned the bottle in his hand, marveling at the cleverness of the vesselýso smooth, so clear and hard. But what was inside itýthis was something he'd miss when they returned to Geall.

He could admit he hadn't believed his cousin, Moira, when she'd spoken of gods and demons, of a war for worlds. He'd only gone with her that day, that sad day of her mother's burial, to look after her. She wasn't only blood, but friend, and would be queen of Geall.

But every word she'd spoken to him, only steps away from her mother's grave, had been pure truth. They'd gone to the Dance, they'd stood in the heart of that circle. And everything had changed.

Not just the where and when they were, he mused as he opened the bottle and took that first bracing sip. But everything. One moment, they'd stood under the afternoon sun in Geall, then there'd been light and wind, and a roar of sound.

Then it had been night, and it had been Irelandýa place Larkin had always believed a fairy tale.

He hadn't believed in fairy tales, or monsters, and despite his own gift had looked askance at magic.

But magic there was, he admitted now. Just as there was an Ireland, and there were monsters. Those demons had attacked themýspringing out of the dark of the woods, their eyes red, their fangs sharp. The form of a man, he thought, but not a man.