Twilight of the Gods -Review
Paperback: 254 pages
Publisher: L & L Dreamspell (September 7, 2010)
Twilight of the Gods, Book Two of the Immortyl Revolution
Narrowly escaping the implosion of Genpath laboratories, vampires Mia Disantini and Kurt Eisen are on the run from Gaius Lupus, their rival in the Forbidden Science. When Kurt is captured by their enemy and rescued with the aid of feral vampire kids known as sewer rats, Mia witnesses first hand the charismatic spell her lover casts over these would-be revolutionaries. Setting up base in Manhattan, Kurt builds his forces to face off with Gaius, while independent-minded Mia navigates the minefield of sewer rat politics, which she finds very much a man’s world. The lovers’ deep bond is put to the test by both the beautiful Arturo and Kurt’s followers, who see Mia as standing between them and their beloved “Loki.” Matters are further complicated when the chief elder, Kalidasa, arrives from India to investigate rumors of heresy and revolution. With the threat of war with Gaius drawing ever closer, Mia ands Kurt prepare to meet the biggest challenge of their lives.
Excerpt (provided by author)
Twilight of the Gods, Book Two of the Immortyl Revolution
“Mee-ya? Darling, it’s past nine.”
The kerosene lamp beside the old four-poster bed sputtered. My eyes opened on Kurt’s in the flickering light. Paul Newman in his prime on a really good day couldn’t compete with those big blues. “Hello, gorgeous.”
He chuckled and eased his slender body over mine, lips searching my throat for the landmarks, while something warm, hard and smooth begged for entrance below.
“I dreamed about Ethan.”
He paused in his delicious pursuit to scowl. “Again?”
“I still chose you.”
A smile fluttered over his alarmingly pale mouth. “I must go out tonight to meet Carol.” He gestured to a plastic bag filled with red liquid sitting in a bath of warm water. “Only a pint left.”
“You take it. I had two last night.” I stroked the warmth poised to enter me. “Amazed you still manage. Better wait.” His lower lip pouted. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He pulled away sighing and sat up, stretching and running his fingers through tangled golden curls, a marble angel with a single blemish, inky and obscene on his left forearm, a vestige of his captivity long ago in Dachau. He lifted the plastic bag out of the basin and inserted a straw, drinking it down. The white linen napkin he used to wipe his mouth came away smeared with red. “I’ll take the bike.”
“I’d feel better if you took the car.”
Brushing damp hair back from my eyes, he kissed me. “The wind feels like freedom.” He pulled on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Despite the late August temperatures of Northern Virginia, it was necessary for him to conceal the tattoo. People might not take too kindly to what looked to be a boy in his late teens making an apparent mockery of others’ misery. Unfortunately for Kurt the misery was all too real and personal. I rolled over on the huge bed, sheets sticking to my skin. “We really need an air-conditioner.”
Kurt frowned as he buttoned his shirt. “We been through this—no electricity—no noise.”
“I’m tired of tepid baths. I’m dying for a hot shower. Jesus, even Ethan believed in hot running water.”
“Darling, no one must know we’re camping out here. I don’t like it either. Hopefully, it won’t be much longer. Carol says she has a meeting with the Justice Department next week about a safe house.”
“Yeah, real safe—level four maximum security.”
“We simply won’t agree to it. We’ll figure out something.” He lifted my chin to kiss me. His lips were chilly. He needed lots more than the pint he’d just consumed. “Back in half an hour.”
“Be careful. Take a gun.” He patted a slight bulge under his shirt in the vicinity of his hip. “Don’t worry.”
Kurt left the room. Moments later, gravel crunched as he walked Ethan’s motorcycle down the long drive and through the gate to the road. The bike growled and then buzzed into the distance. I worried about Kurt out there where our enemies might be lying in wait. Where did he get off becoming so annoyingly male and protective on me? He wasn’t trained to fight. He was small and slight and against a bigger, stronger vampire he was no match. I was a better shot than he, and I’d already saved his life once.
Starting off just after we left off in Cara Mia (book one), Mia and Kurt are in hiding having escaped from Genpath Laboratories. We see a return of some characters we met in book one, Mia and Kurt obviously, as well as Gaius and Leisha, and a few more. The war is still going on. Gaius wants to create Weakness-free Imortyls and Mia and Kurt have to work toward stopping Gaius and finding their elusive cure.
While this is all happening, I felt the bulk of the story surrounded the strained relationship between Kurt and Mia. In the previous book there was an utter love and devotion between the two. In this book it seems, that though there is still true love there, the honeymoon phase has definitely ended.
After a fast paced intro, Kurt is captured and taken by Gaius. Mia has to turn to the rats (vagabond street-rat vampires) to rescue him.
During his capture and rescue, Kurt bonds with Arturo, who is very mentally child-like. Once safe, Kurt takes a place as leader of the rats, being dubbed Loki. Arturo stands at his side as mate. On top of being shoved to the side, Mia is treated as if she is no better than a hooker, Kurt’s sexual plaything. The rats have absolutely no respect for her. Kurt, by the way still loves Mia just as much as ever, but he cannot leave Arturo which puts serious strain on his relationship with Mia. Think about it, would you agree to share your boyfriend with another man?
Obviously Mia has quite a bit to overcome in this book and it’s quite interesting to see her character further develop and deal with these hardships.
This book is very emotional charged and a fast paced read. A great companion and just as enjoyable as her first offering, Cara Mia.