This is my second favorite book out of this series.
I liked the whole concept about the Carpathians. This was really original and I’d never come across anything remotely like this. The women being rare and therefore precious and protected was sweet, and even the males’ arrogance was tolerable. I liked the fact that they couldn’t see colors or feel emotions without a lifemate. Even the term lifemate was cool to me.
But boy does this lady know how to beat something to death. The repetitiveness in these books just gets annoying very fast. The same one-liners are used over and over until they lose every ounce of charming-ness they ever possessed, until they’re just exhausting to read.
Once he realized Desari was his lifemate everything happened too fast.
“You are mine, cara mia, and you cannot die. I would not go quietly to my death without avenging you. The world could not conceive of such a monster as I would become. You must drink, piccolo, for yourself, your life, for me, for our life together. Drink now.”
He launched into these drawn-out speeches nearly every time he had a conversation with someone.
There were these long paragraphs that just kept bringing up the same things over and over again. We get it, he’s been alone and he couldn’t feel emotions and he didn’t know what the world could be like without her at his side and all this stuff about her being the light to his darkness and that there wouldn’t be another for any of them. A lot of it was that flowery, mushy speech that was just over the top and a little much. It was alright the first time it was mentioned, but then it just became annoying after a while.
I liked that they could heal each other and feed from each other, and I liked the part where Julian fed her even though he couldn’t afford to lose any more blood.
I liked the immediate connection she felt. She could feel his presence inside her after he gave her his blood and was anxious and upset to be leaving him behind. I really liked when he gave her a mental push to answer him, thinking she was a mortal woman and could be easily controlled, and she pushed back hard to let him know he couldn’t mess with her like that. It was nice to have a strong female character for once.
She felt his touch, his palm brushing her cheek. You fear me.
I fear no one.
….What is the Dark One to you? he asked. There was no amusement in the question. It was an imperious command to answer him. He even pushed at her with a compulsion.
….Who are you? She pushed him, gave a good, hard compulsion.
Julian bent closer as if to soothe her. “Please continue. This is extremely interesting. I searched centuries for lost Carpathians but had given up hope. How all of you accomplished what you did is extraordinary.”
Desari swallowed as little flames licked at her skin, as her breasts reacted to the pad of his thumb sliding sensuously over the soft swell. She glanced up at him, determined to reprimand him, but he was looking intellectual and earnestly interested in whatever she had been telling him. Except for his eyes. His eyes were molten gold and burning with a liquid fire that seemed to consume her, to mesmerize her.
“I have no idea what I was saying,” she finally admitted, her voice so husky it was an invitation.
She succumbed a little easily to him though. She was supposed to go there to talk to him and they ended up having sex, three times in a row. Everything just happened so fast.
“You are so incredibly beautiful, Desari, you turn me inside out.”
“I want you to remember that when I do something you object to.”
It sounded like she was already thinking of their future together when she said earlier that it wouldn’t work and it would be temporary.
“And I changed into jeans for you,” Desari admitted. “I think you look sexy in jeans. But I must admit you are dynamite dressed up.”
What a dumb thing to say. One minute they’re talking in an old manner, saying things like “I can do no other than return to my family right now,” and then she says something like you’re dynamite. She sounded like a hippie.
I liked how once he shut off his mind from her she was extremely anxious and unsettled without his presence. Darius ordered her to call him to her since she was so upset, and Julian materialized beside her. But she wasn’t nearly as mad as she should have been about him forcing her to sleep.
“You will not feed from any other than me,” he declared, unable to stop himself from so commanding her.
…Her soft mouth suddenly curved into a smile. “You are right, Julian, I will not. I have no wish to get so close to another male.” Her fingertips brushed his jaw, her first real show of affection toward him without his prompting. “It will be no hardship to allow you to provide for me if that is what you need.”
She gave in way too easily to his demands.
Julian made another effort to breathe. Air. It was all around him, yet he couldn’t seem to drag enough into his lungs. He took her hand in his and carried it to the warmth of his mouth.
“We will need to find a safe subject, cara mia, or I will not make it through these next few minutes.”
I found that bit funny.
Desari really wasn’t the most likeable character though. It was when she kept trying to seduce him after she knew Julian didn’t want to have sex with the unattached males in her family within hearing and smelling distance. So she thanks him for thinking of her family when she didn’t. Then she goes on to be purposely provocative and seductive like she didn’t care what the males might feel like when they were so close to turning and didn’t have a lifemate of their own. It would have been a good scene if she hadn’t been so careless of their feelings, because there were funny aspects.
When she sang there were silver and gold notes dancing in the air, and that whole thing just a little unexplained and vague. I didn’t understand how there were visible notes dancing in the air, and that couples with sentences like “she sang of peace and togetherness” and it was just a little too cheesy or something to me.
“The last thing was for her lifemate to go berserk on her.”
They usually spoke so refined and eloquent, and she goes and says berserk. It just didn’t go together with them, and sometimes the way she spoke came off as childish.
“No, they would not be happy to take my place at your side, cara mia, because I would promptly end their lives in a most unhappy way.”
“You are such a caveman, Julian. You look tall and elegant and princely, yet you have not matured beyond the cave.”
…”I have no intention of riding above caveman mentality,” he growled in her ear, his breath teasing tendrils of hair and sending little flames dancing through her bloodstream. “There are so many benefits for the caveman.”
Desari reached up to trace his lips. “You have a perfect mouth, Julian. An amazingly perfect mouth.
He arched an eyebrow at her. “Just my mouth is amazing?”
“You are such a man.” Her eyes laughed at him. “You need constant reassurance that you are magnificent.”
He nodded. “Magnificent. I like that. I could live with magnificent. Good choice of words, lifemate.”
“Men are not so difficult. They are logical and methodical.”
She laughed softly. “You wish it were so. I must tell you, although I am taking a huge chance that you might become impossible to live with, that you are an extraordinary lover.”
“Keep talking, lifemate. I am listening,” he responded with a deep satisfaction. “Magnificent was only a starting place. Extraordinary lover is the perfect description. I see that now.”
There were many repetitious and over-used lines, such as:
“I can do nothing other than to make you happy.”
“I could do nothing other than see you tonight.”
“I can do no other than touch you, Desari.”
Omg, who talks like that?!
That line was used a million times throughout this book, and it just aggravated the crap out of me. That way of talking is just so weird and I didn’t like it whenever it was used.
“Held the promise of satin sheets and candlelight.”
“Whispering of silken sheets and candlelight.”
Julian’s white teeth flashed with a predator’s gleam.
He smiled, a show of gleaming teeth.
Ok, the guys got gleaming white teeth. We get it already. I just think some synonyms and other expressions would have helped this book out greatly.
“His mane of golden hair.”
Throughout the whole book he kept holding the nape of her neck.
“His hand went to the nape of her neck.”
“He palmed the nape of her neck.”
“His hand curled around the nape of her neck.”
At once Julian sent her waves of reassurance, the implacable resolve of all the Carpathian males to protect his mate above all else.
There were just so many feelings that took away from the story. Constant feelings and little touches between them that got on my nerves.
You will become very familiar with these:
“masculine amusement”
“I can do no other than…”
“pinpricks”
“molten gold”
“molten heat”
“molten lava”
“white-hot”
The idea behind this was phenominal, but the execution didn't quite live up to the potential. There was about 10% plot and 90% feelings. Not a good percentage when you're reading a book. I would have loved more of a story, and for there to be more exciting things happening, because a lot of it was simply repeating the same sentiments, ideas, and Julian's past and the life male Carpathians lead. It seemed every time I turned around a vampire was attacking them, and I just wanted them to have some peace and quiet alone together without worrying about her family "unit" or her concerts. I was hoping he'd meet up with his twin Aiden or that they'd go to their homeland, but sadly, none of that happened.
Also, the bits about Syndil and Barack were more interesting than what was going on with Desari and Julian at the time. I found myself wanting to read their story. What I hated was his reputation of being a "hound dog" and the fact that Syndil had been raped, but there was definitely something there. I wanted them to be lifemates and thought that they might be hiding it from everyone else, but then I realized if they were lifemates they would have known it long before now. Things didn't add up to them being lifemates, because Syndil had been raped, and Barrack had quite the reputation of sleeping around, so that would've have worked.
A pattern that I'm noticing is that Christine Feehan has this "strong male syndrome" that has her at war with herself on which characters are actually the strongest.
Mikhail, the prince, is supposed to be the strongest. I was to understand that Gregori was the next, a skilled hunter and gifted at healing. Julian I thought fell somewhere after Gregori, yet Darius is introduced and Julian quickly realizes he's Gregori's younger brother, as strong as Gregori if not more so. As the book progresses we realize Darius is actually stronger than Gregori. I can't help but sigh.
It kind of takes away from Gregori's book, because we thought he was the second strongest Carpathian male. In this book we find out his younger brother is stronger than him, and also that the legendary Lucian and Gabriel are the very strongest...stronger than Mikhail? I can't remember the exact line-up of Carpathian males in order of their rank...because Feehan keeps changing everything and contradicting what she says!
Christine Feehan, you can't have your male characters all being stronger than each other. Someone has to be the strongest, and someone has to be the weakest, or they're all equally strong and talented. You can't keep saying someone's the strongest Carpathian only to make someone else come along and be stronger.