Series: Guild Hunter #11
Genres: Paranormal Romance
Setting: New York City
Source: ARC, NetGalley
Narrator: Justine Eyre
Also in this series: Archangel's Kiss, Archangel's Viper
Also by this author: Angels' Blood, Archangel's Kiss, Silver Silence, Archangel's Viper, Slave to Sensation, Visions of Heat, Caressed By Ice, Mine to Possess, Hostage to Pleasure, Blaze of Memory, Bonds of Justice, Kiss of Snow, Tangle of Need, Shield of Winter, Shards of Hope, Allegiance of Honor, Ocean Light, Wolf Rain
Return to New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh’s darkly passionate Guild Hunter world, where human-turned-angel Elena Deveraux, consort to Archangel Raphael, is thrust center stage into an eons-old prophecy....
Midnight and dawn, Elena’s wings are unique among angelkind…and now they’re failing. The first mortal to be turned into an immortal in angelic memory, she’s regressing. Becoming more and more human. Easier to hurt. Easier to kill.
Elena and Raphael must unearth the reason for the regression before it’s too late and Elena falls out of the sky. Yet even as they fight a furious battle for Elena’s very survival, violent forces are gathering in New York and across the world.
In China, the Archangel Favashi is showing the first signs of madness. In New York, a mysterious sinkhole filled with lava swallows a man whole. In Africa, torrential monsoon rains flood rolling deserts. And in Elena’s mind whispers a haunting voice that isn’t her own.
This time, survival may not be possible…not even for the consort of an archangel.
I’m always excited for any new Nalini Singh book, but when I found out the next Guild Hunter novel would be Elena and Raphael again I was beyond thrilled! I cannot get enough of the archangel of NY and his consort.
You really have to read these in order (at least have read the ones that focus on Elena and Raphael) or you will be lost. Singh has created a unique world that will be lost on readers who aren’t caught up on the series. Archangel’s Prophecy picks up when the cascade is causing havoc again. In addition, Elena is having some very strange symptoms. Her wings are quite right, she isn’t healing like an immortal should, and she is hearing voices in her head speaking of her impending death. The world is in total turmoil! Raphael has to focus on all the world’s problems as well as face the possibility that Elena could die. And, another archangel could be awakening soon. Cassandra is SUPER old and therefore VERY powerful. This could seriously throw the world into chaos…and combined with the Cascade…YIKES!
Woven into all this major drama is an issue with Elena’s sister and brother in law. Someone nearly killed Harrison and threatened Beth and their daughter. Elena is desperate to figure out who the threat is so she can protect Beth. Because, you know, she isn’t dealing with bat crap crazy stuff going on around her and in her own body!
I love Elena and Raphael. Elena is the quintessential ‘badass heroine’. She is a vampire hunter who is very good at her job. She is the consort to an archangel, but doesn’t let that title become her only identity. Raphael is a big, badass archangel but he so loves Elena. Their love is sweet and in contrast to how deadly they both are. They are one of my all time favorite fictional couples.
Fans of the series will love this new edition! You get not only more Elena and Raphael, but snippets of all your favorites from the previous books! Archangel’s Prophecy is everything you want from a Guild Hunter book and will leave you elated and already counting down for the next edition (because THAT ENDING!?!?!)
Justine Eyre is a phenomenal narrator. If you are new to audiobooks, you can’t go wrong with one she narrates.
- POV: 3rd
- Tears: no
- Trope: angels/demons, vampires
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Illium turned in a direction that would take them to the Catskills if they kept on going.
Sweeping closer to him, she said, “You just want to fly?”
Hair rippling in the quiet but cutting wind, he twisted down in a complicated fall before flying back up to her side. She laughed at his showing off. That was Illium. An angel of violent power who had a heart that might almost be mortal. And, these days, she could appreciate his tricks again. Not a single angel in the city had been ready to witness his acrobatics in the immediate aftermath of the day he’d crashed out of the sky.
Elena would never forget her screaming fear.
To his credit, Illium had flown with absolute discretion for months, letting the memory dull and fade.
When he returned to her side today, his face was flushed, the gold of his eyes rich. “Sky’s too beautiful to shut ourselves away in a club.”
“Just don’t forget I’m not as fast as you. Also, I’m currently lame.”
Illium lifted one cupped hand close to his shoulder, the other moving back and forth . . . and she realized he was playing a tiny violin in response to her morose tone.
“Crossbow, Bluebell.” Narrowed eyes. “Remember the crossbow.”
He dived, his wicked laughter floating up on the night air. Lips twitching, Elena continued to glide, letting the air currents sweep her along with cold but gentle hands. Illium, meanwhile, flew circles around her—but he never went far, always close enough to halt her descent should she tumble.
She landed a number of times to rest her wings, once in an isolated park whispering and dark. A luminescent insect appeared then disappeared from sight before she could truly see it, an earthbound star. The ghostly owl sitting on a tree branch watched her with eyes even more luminous.
A sigh deep in her mind, an old, old presence restless in Sleep.
The hairs rose on her arms.
Then Illium shot them both up into the sky again, and together, they flew far beyond the diamond-bright skyline of the city and over the sleeping homes of ordinary people who lived in a world of vampires and angels, blood and immortality.
Another rest stop for Elena.
Another throb of pain from the cut on her forearm.
Another watchful owl, this one landing on Illium’s shoulder without his knowledge. Ashwini had told her not to be afraid of the owls, so Elena ignored the goose bumps and said, Hello, with her mind. A good night to fly.
A vein began to throb at her temple.
The answer came a long time later, after they were in the air again, the glow of the sinkhole visible from the distance.
It has been an eon since I flew.
Posted by arrangement with Berkley, a member of Penguin Group (USA) LLC, A Penguin Random House Company. Copyright © Nalini Singh, 2018.