Series: Carpathians (Dark Series), Dark Trilogy
Author: Christine Feehan
Read copy: Paperback
Published: September 2, 2014
Publisher: Piatkus Books
At long last you are truly back with us...
Zev Hunter was an elite warrior, a dark-blood dealer of death to rogue Lycans who preyed on mankind. He was a loner, never given to personal attachments, and damned fierce at his job. But Zev begins to question his past and his purpose when he awakens in the darkness of the sacred cave of warriors—and is soothed back to consciousness by the sensuously familiar voice of one woman, the woman who has haunted his fantasies for centuries. She was Branislava, member of the Dragonseeker clan...
Mother Earth called the ancients to witness your rebirth...
For this half-mage, half-Carpathian temptress, the ritual of awakening Zev to the council of warriors was the only way to save him. Locked away for his own protection, the time has now come for his rebirth, for his blood to stir with that of the ancient warriors before him. He has been assured by Branislava that their fates are entwined, that their spirits are woven together for eternity and that his new purpose in life is beyond imagining.
Now, with a blood-sworn vow of honor, mercy and endurance, and under the influence of a siren as bewitching as Branislava, Zev begins to wonder what his purpose is, what it means for the future of the Carpathians and what it is about his rebirth that he has to fear...
BEWARE, HERE MIGHT BE SPOILERS!
What the fuck?! Pardon the language, but that's what was going through my head (on repeat) while reading this book.
Where is the series I've followed since the beginning, where are the heroes and heroines I've come to expect, where is the compelling story, where is the narrative flow?
What the fuck?!
I was looking forward to Zev's book ever since he's appeared in the series, and judging from the snippet found in the end of the previous book I was in for one hell of a ride.
Unfortunately the preview promised what the book couldn't possibly deliver, and instead I read through almost 400 pages of a disappointing excuse of a book with an abusive hero (no matter the fact Ms. Feehan tried so hard to make me see Branislava was okay with it), an idiotic heroine for putting up with the bastard (lifemate or not), rehashed prose, repetition to no end, cringe-worthy sex scenes, more repetition, more rehashed prose, rehashed action sequences, and an appearance from the past that was the first time the 'what the fuck?!' line was uttered.
I'm sick and tired of Xavier, the High Mage, but now he's suddenly a triplet. And his sicko of a brother is named Xaviero. What the fuck?! Original much. Not. And the third brother is Xayvion (or something like that). Ooh, originality, welcome into the Carpathian world.
When the author has to resort to inventing triplets out of thin air and doesn't even bother with giving them more or less original names, it's obvious she's still writing it only for the money.
And it's high time for me to stop reading. When I started this book, I kept thinking to myself that this was probably the last one in the series. And while I was a little sad, because I loved most of it, I also understood why it was time to end. But when Xaviero (I still can't get over the name) was mentioned, I knew this was the end only for me.
So, thank you Carpathians, for keeping me company through all these years, but it's time we part while the parting is still amicable enough.