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Zusatztext Praise for Christine Feehan and her Carpathian novels “The queen of paranormal romance! The one who started it all! The erotic! gripping series that has defined an entire genre. I love everything she does.”—J. R. Ward! #1 New York Times bestselling author “After Bram Stoker! Anne Rice and Joss Whedon (who created the venerated Buffy the Vampire Slayer )! Christine Feehan is the person most credited with popularizing the neck gripper.”— Time “Feehan has a knack for bringing vampiric Carpathians to vivid! virile life in her Dark Carpathian novels.”— Publishers Weekly “Red-hot romance and great storytelling...a treat you can’t refuse...Thrill-a-minute fantasy with complex characters and a story that captivates from beginning to end.”—Fresh Fiction Informationen zum Autor Christine Feehan is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Carpathian series, the GhostWalker series, the Leopard series, the Shadow Riders series, and the Sea Haven novels, including the Drake Sisters series and the Sisters of the Heart series. Klappentext Two lovers are bound by the very desires that could destroy them in this darkly exquisite novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling Carpathian series. There's only one way for Dominic-one of the most powerful of the Carpathian Dragonseekers-to learn the secrets of the enemy: ingest their parasitic vampire blood, infiltrate the camp, and relay the information to the Carpathians before he goes out fighting. There is no more honorable way to end his life. Solange is among the last of the dying species of the jaguar people-fighting to save the remaining shapeshifters from the hands of her own father, a monster who slaughtered everyone she loved. Wounded and weary, she plans one last battle, hoping to stop the man who has aligned with the vampires, and accepting her deathly fate. Now, two warriors from different worlds will find each other at the end of their time, and discover a new reason to battle to the death-and against all odds, make it out alive. INCLUDES BONUS CONTENT! 1 I was half-alive for a thousand years. I'd given up hope that we'd meet in this time. Too many the centuries. All disappears as time and the darkness steal color and rhyme. – Dominic to Solange Carpathian males without a lifemate didn't dream. They didn't see in color and they certainly didn't feel emotion. Pain, yes, but not emotion. So why had he been reaching for a dream for the past few years? He was an ancient, an experienced warrior. He had no time for fantasy, or for imagination. His world was stark and barren, a necessity for battling an enemy who, inevitably, had been a friend or family member. Over the first hundred or so years after losing his emotions, he had held out hope. As centuries passed, the hope of finding his lifemate had faded. He had accepted he would find her in the next life and he was carrying out his resolve to do his last duty to his people. Yet here he was, an ancient of great experience, Dominic of the Dragonseeker line, a lineage as old as time itself, a man of wisdom, a warrior renowned and feared—lying awake beneath the rich soil, dreaming. Dreams should have felt insubstantial—and at first his had been. A woman. Just a vague idea of her appearance. So young in comparison to him, but a warrior in her own right. She hadn't been his concept of the woman who would partner him, yet as she grew in substance over the years, he realized how perfect she was for him. He had fought far too long to ever lay down his sword. He knew no other way of life. Duty and sacrifice were bred into his very bones and he needed a woman who could understand him. Perhaps that was what dreams were. He'd never dreamt until a few years ago. Never. Dreams were emotions, and he'd long ago lost those. Dreams were color, although n...
