Auriel is a human/phoenix hybrid. Her dreams are fraught with death
and destruction that she causes. Liam is a Guardian and earth
mage-lycan . Liam is also Auriel's prophesized soul mate. Jamie, his
brother is the homosexual caught in a forbidden love affair with
Nick. Liam has forgotten his time with Auriel but Jamie remembers.
This is a really good story. Some of this story is very erotic and
the sex scenes are explicitly written. It immediately drew me in.
There was a lot going on in this book. This story takes Norse legend
and runs with it. I was getting a very George R R Martin epic fantasy
Song of Ice and Fire vibe, maybe because each chapter was from a
different character's POV: Liam, Jamie and Auriel. I always think how
hard this must be for an author to make each character's voice
distinctly different and to keep all those characters in your head.
This author has three distinct voices to juggle whereas George R R
Martin has several more than that. George R R Martin is the master
but this author did a really good job of writing multiple POV's. 5
stars.
Title: The
Chosen
Author: Rae
Z. Ryans
SYNOPSIS:
What happens when the heart and soul
divides?
Chosen by the Myst, her royal prophecy
traces back over a thousand years. Leader of the Valkyrie, part human
and part supernatural, Auriel bridges the invisible gap between Earth
and Midgard demanded by the Laws of the Nine. She alone prevents
Ragnarok from wiping away those she loves.
There’s only one problem: he
forgot.
Liam Skyland is a hybrid with a death
warrant. The bastard son of the lycan King narrowly escaped death as
an infant. Something happened though and Liam loses four years of his
life. All he remembers is that she is coming.
Tick Tock
Two former friends remember them both.
With time running shorter every day, it’s up to them to reunite the
fated lovers. But what happens when their own pasts haunt their
waking moments? Can they overcome the love they once shared or will
their bond destroy the world?
Will all become a distant memory, a
whisper in time, as Earth burns?
Blinded by love and compassion each
finds themselves lacking the courage to overcome fear. There remains
but one choice and one direction the Chosen can take, but time
quickly burns dry for the Nine Realms.
Can the Chosen rise together and
save Midgard?
Author Bio:Rae Z. Ryans
currently resides in Tumbleweed, Alabama, with her family and belongs
to the Romance Writers of America. She has lived all over the east
coast and was born in Fairbanks, Alaska. Published since the age of
fourteen, Rae enjoys writing romantic, erotic,fantasy/paranormal
stories and poetry. Her name pays homage to her brothers: Specialist
Ryan D. Rexon and Zachary U. Berthot.
She is currently working
on Beyond the Brothel Walls #2: Altered. This post-apocalyptic,
erotic paranormal romance is emotionally driven, dark fantasy.
Goodreads: TBA
Author Twitter:
www.twitter.com/authorraezryans
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New York City, NY 2014
Shades of death encircled my world.
Tawny feathers floated from the sky. A gasp pinched my chest. Fire
flashed on the horizon, bathing over the city, and then progressively
swallowed the Nine Realms of the Myst. My eyes flew open, closed,
reopened, and I drew my dream journal from the nightstand drawer.
“How can I stop myself from burning
the world into cindered ash if I don’t understand this darkness
tearing my light away?”
Each line and page filled with my
prophetic visions. More than one existed and like those journals,
this one reflected the darkness of my secret. Every night another
nightmare assaulted me as the light inched from of my soul; they grew
bolder, and the death toll rose. White cleansing fire coated the
world as if it were air. I blinked the weariness away.
The visions always came true, no matter
how hard I tried to change the fate of those I loved. Auburn hair
brushed the page and deft fingers swept it aside. Dry and wet golden
splatters marred the white surface. I prayed for answers, guidance,
and a ceasefire without the universe blowing up in my face.
“Gods, what have I done to anger
you?” Why did I destroy when all I wanted was love?
As usual, the Gods offered no response.
I sniffled and wiped my face. Blank lines taunted, daring me to write
the mysterious secrets of my worlds. This journal would be different.
I would alter the future or die trying.
Pages as bare as the future I ran away
from four years ago awaited my thoughts. Bacon fried downstairs;
Momma whistled a tune. Where did I go wrong? My hand trembled,
scribbling the words I didn’t want to admit. Twenty-one years was a
piss in the ocean, yet little ol’ me managed to destroy the world.
Daddy knocked on my bedroom door, and it creaked open.
“Mornin’ Aurie,” he said,
stepping over the threshold carrying a mug of coffee. Timeless
features chiseled his chin, elven ears pointed upward, and two blue
eyes smiled as he set the cup on my nightstand. I forced my lips
upward, returning the smile, and thanked him.
Daddy didn’t loiter and closed the
door behind him. I waited as his footsteps pattered across the
hardwood floor downstairs before I continued.
If someone asked me who would end the
world, I would’ve said the humans. Before I ran, my job was
protecting magic. All high mages enforced the Laws of the Myst. I was
a Phoenix and master of elemental fire. At least I used to be before
my family ventured into hiding.
The supernaturals I worked for turned
on me. I tossed the pen down and refrained from chucking it across
the bedroom. Knuckles cracked and my neck followed as I released the
tension within my bones. The Council of the Nine despised my kind:
hybrid. Hunted us down like rabid animals, all because we refused to
live under their tyrannical control. I rolled from my bed, shuddering
at living under the oppression of the Nine, and slipped into my
favorite bunny slippers.
Hiding and fleeing were two things I
learned at a young age, and it’s possible that I didn’t
understand what normal meant, but I wanted it right alongside love.
The doorbell chimed, and I glanced toward the bedroom door.
Supernaturals were not normal. Shoulders slumped, I sipped my coffee
and listened to the soft voices fluttering below. For one day, all I
wanted was normality.
Truth settled in and chilled my bones.
The warmth of the coffee penetrated my soul as I stared up at the
white washed walls on our brownstone. Empty shelves lined my personal
prison. Anything of importance fit into my duffel bag. Hot coffee,
human television, and countless e-books filled my doldrum days. We
rented the furniture and used delivery services for groceries. If I
couldn’t order it and have it delivered, I did not need it. The
pages of my journal flipped closed, as the chilly breeze swept
through an open window.
My talisman warmed against my skin. I
reached for my pillow and the muffled cries died as the stone swung
away from my skin. The Algiz, runic symbol for protection, glowed as
the amulet increased in strength, and the stone flared with life.
Ribs and heart ticked like a bomb
waiting to explode. Eyes whipped around, searching for anything or
anyone, to explain the sharp sear over my skin. I dropped my jaw, but
nothing came out.
Shouts sounded in the distance, but the
foreign words sounded muffled by the early Upper West Side noise.
Voices rose from below as I tiptoed toward my closet and dragged my
emergency bag from the shelf.
The Nine came for me; they found me.
Pain and thinking didn’t mix. I paused, heart pounding within my
ears, as the stairs creaked. Eyes glanced between the window and the
door. Three sets of footsteps echoed their cadence.
The bag slung over my back, I wiggled
my fat ass out the window and I crept down the rickety fire escape
adhered to my bedroom window. My stomach flipped with each sway or
groan from the metal as my sweaty palms glided over the railing. Did
I stick to our plan, or fetch my parents first? This marked the
first time in four years that I’d had to move; the first time, I’d
ran as an adult.
The pendant scorched my skin as I
descended the ladder that lead below into the alleyway. I winced and
gnawed on the inside of my cheek as the tears built in my eyes. No
supernatural was immune to pain.
Feet landed with a slight scuffle. The
thumping of my heart vibrated through me, and breathe came in
shortened gasps. Again, I gathered the talisman away from my skin. My
gaze swept over the trash in the alleyway for signs of momma or
daddy. Another shout drew my attention, and I struggled again to hear
over the city noise. As the decibel grew stronger, I recognized the
voice of my momma.
“We don’t know where she is.”
Momma’s tone borderlined on hysterical, shrieking as if she were a
sidhe.
Another voice matching hers resonated
inside my head. “Run Auriel,” the voice commanded, but I
froze.
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