Werewolves, zombie and fairies also have their roles to play.
Livingston chooses to mash various mythologies together, and so readers meet Greek and Egyptian deities along with Norse gods. The novel is one of a paranormal fantasy world and so emphasizes action and plot. However, she is determined to fight this and feels that together she and Fennrys do not have to be overwhelmed or ruled by an ancient prophecy.
Mason has transformed into a Valkyrie and thus is a chooser of the slain and the person who will ultimately bring about the end of the world. It seems that only his daughter Mason has the strength and the wits to fight him and win, if not prevent, this epic battle of the gods. Gunnar Starling is still intent on ending the world and bringing about the apocalypse or, in Norse terms, Rognarok. In this third book of the trilogy, Livingston once again takes her readers to New York City and the chaos which reigns there. "You want me to end it? That means breaking the link between your brother and my haruspex - a link that can only be broken by death." "Once begin, the Miasma will continue until the engine that drives the curse is no more," Daria continued. "Now."Ī sickly, silver light twisted in the black depths of Daria's widely dilated eyes, and Mason realized that the priestess was still caught in the throes of the enchantment herself. Mason shot his a look from beneath the brim of her helmet that stopped him in his tracks.
"Make it stop!"Ĭal took a wary step toward them. Her sharp shoulders, draped in the white tunic of her priestess order, began to quake as though she was on the verge of either sobbing or laughing hysterically. His gaze raked up and down over Mason's Valkyrie armour, and she shook her head in dazed disbelief. "Make this stop," she said, her voice shuddering through the air like thunder.įor a moment, Daria just looked at her as if she was speaking in tongues. The silver blade in Daria's hand clattered to the stone tiles and she backed up as far as she could, stumbling over the hem of her robes and grabbing at the low stone buttress surrounding the terrace - the only barrier left to keep her from plummeting off the building now that the glass panels had been blown to smithereens. Then she grabbed her by the front of her priestess robes and brought her own knife to press against Cal's mother's throat. The priestess swept the elegantly curved blade she held up to ward off the furious young Valkyrie, but Mason just ducked past the blur of the sickle and smashed her armor-clad elbow against Daria's wrist. Mason stooped to pick up the long knife lying in the puddled blood and water at her feet - the one that Fennrys had dropped when Cal had stabbed him through the chest - and she stalked over to Daria.
0 kommentar(er)
