Dark Lycan (Carpathian Novel, A) [Christine Feehan] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. “The erotic, gripping series that has definied an. Read “Dark Lycan” by Christine Feehan with Rakuten Kobo. “The erotic, gripping series that has definied an entire genre” (J.R. Ward) continues as #1 New York. “The erotic, gripping series that has definied an entire genre” (J.R. Ward) continues as #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehanlinks the fates of.
Ward continues as 1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan links the fates of two strangers bound by a secret in the shadows of the Carpathian Mountains Tatijana of the Dragonseekers spent centuries encased in ice with her sister, trapped in limbo between life and death, never speaking to a soul other than those who tormented her.
Now, she has been freed from her frozen prison by an unknown descendent. Awakened in human form, Tatijana yearns to explore the modern world in which she now lives — a world with more mysteries than she is prepared for.
Fenris Dalka has returned to the Carpathian Mountains after a long absence to be with his brother. He is scarred by centuries of battle, and every hard-won victory. But the real reason for his return home could prove deadly if discovered by the wrong man — or woman. Upon his arrival, he is compelled by a beautiful and enigmatic stranger who carries the scent of fresh earth, of forest, of the night itself. In time Tatijana and Fenris will discover all that unites them — their secrets and pasts, their predators, and the hot flush of passion that stirs their souls.
Yet just as surely, seduced into the silvery darkness of a full-moon night, they’ll also discover everything ancient and evil that exists to destroy them. Once in a great while I’d hear a whisper from them and then they would go silent.
For over ten years they didn’t speak and then Fenris Dalka showed up with his story to tell. To my amazement, he was Dimitri’s oldest brother and he had all kinds of secrets that he’d shared with Dimitri over the centuries. I was very excited because I knew that if Fen’s story was unfolding, so would Dimitri’s.
The brothers were very close and their lives had obviously intertwined over the centuries. I was even more excited when Tatijana came forward and announced she was Fen’s lifemate. I had no idea I would be writing her story first or that she would be such a strong and courageous character, although I should have known since she is Dragonseeker.
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Once I knew Fen’s story, Dimitri’s unfolded and with it Branislava’s. I try very hard to make each book stand alone, but in this case, the story arc continued throughout all three books. I think all three couples were so strong that a normal paged story wasn’t not going to do justice to them. I’m very excited to share Dark Lycan with you, the first in the trilogy! March 25, Original Release Date: September 3, Number of Pages: Chapter 1 jump down below Chapter 1 Mist drifted through the trees.
The moon, not quite full, was a yellow halo, dull and yet glaring. Around the lycam a red ring gave off an ominous glow. A dangerous time, this cycle of the moon, especially when the mist came in thick and heavy, covering the ground a foot or so high, winding in and out of the trees as if alive. The mist muffled ,ycan, dulled the senses, giving advantages to the shadowy figures that preyed upon the unwary.
Tatijana of the Dragonseekers woke beneath the earth with layers of dark, rich healing loam surrounding her. Vital nutrients, rich in minerals cushioned her body. She lay for a long time, panicked, listening to her own heart beating, feeling too light, too trapped, too exposed. Above her, she sensed the guardians.
Bronnie lay sleeping peacefully, very close to her, lgcan only comfort. Her heartbeat grew louder until it was thunder in her ears. She had to get out, to find freedom. What was that like? She knew nothing of the world. She knew no other life, but that had changed — or had it? Had Bronnie and she exchanged christne cold, frightening prison for a silken cage?
If so, their wardens had made a huge mistake putting them in the ground to recover. She hardly knew what it was like to be in her real form.
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I know you need your sleep. I will continue to explore our new world and come back at dawn with new information. Branislava stirred in cbristine mind as if she might protest as she feehzn each time Tatijana told her she was going. I need to do this. They still had telepathic communication. Not this time, Bronnie, I need to do this for me.
She whispered the words as she did on the occasions she awakened to explore their new world. She always gave Bronnie reassurance that lycann would be careful. No one would ever imprison either of them again. Every rising she made that simple vow. She was growing stronger with each passing night. Power ran through her body and with it, confidence. She was determined they chriatine stand on their own and be beholden to no one. That meant something to the Prince of the Carpathians and to all the others.
The males were lining up in the hopes of claiming either Bronnie, or her. She could not live under the rule of another.
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She rose when she wanted and explored her new world on her own terms. Tatijana made up her mind that she would find her own way, learn her own way, make her own mistakes. Bronnie was always the voice dsrk reason. She protected Tatijana from her impulsive nature, but no more. As much as she loved Branislava, this lgcan something Tatijana needed. She sent her sister love and warmth and the promise she would return at dawn. She burrowed deeper, going into the earth rather than rising where her guardians would see her.
The blue dragon moved through the tunnel like a mole, digging when necessary, packing any dirt that had collapsed as she hurried steadily toward her goal. Tatijana emerged in deep forest. She was very careful to scan the earth above her before the blue dragon poked her wedge-shaped head out of the hidden entrance.
She surfaced in the midst of a thick gray fog. Trees appeared as giant misshapen scarecrows with outstretched arms, swaying slightly, just enough to give them the appearance of monsters. She shifted to her physical form, donning modern clothing, a pair of soft cotton pants that allowed her freedom of movement. Everything seemed strange to her, but that was part of the excitement of discovery.
She made her way through the forest, enjoying the way the fog wrapped around her legs and made her feel as if she was walking through clouds. She remembered at the last moment to add shoes, something that was still very uncomfortable for her. She felt as if the shoes weighed her down and felt very foreign on her body. The wind rushed through the trees, kicking up leaves and swirling mist around tree trunks.
She normally chose a different location every night to glean more information and share with christjne sister. This place called to her every rising now. The feeling was so strong it was nearly a compulsion.
She drew closer to the building. The windows were lit with that same yellow glow, two eyes staring at her lucan the thick mist. A chill went down her spine, but she kept walking toward it.
The Wild Boar Tavern sat on the very edge of the forest, surrounded on three sides by heavy brush, trees, and plenty of cover for anyone needing to hide quickly. Providing shelter and camaraderie as well as easy exits should the law happen to venture near, the regulars found comfort by the fire, warm food and plenty to drink.
The crowd was rough, no place for the timid, and even the law generally avoided the place. No one asked questions and everyone was careful not to officially notice anything. Fenris Dalka came to the tavern nearly every night, so why did he feel such a fool sitting at the bar, slowly nursing a beer, pretending to drink it like he often did?
He huffed out his breath and kept his gaze forward, using the mirror to keep an eye on the door. From his vantage point, he could see every corner of the tavern as well as the door. Fen knew he was intimidating and he used his rough, dangerous looks to his advantage. He rarely had to speak and he preferred it that way. The regulars knew him and knew to leave him alone. Music played in the background and laughter occasionally rang out, but for the most part, the patrons spoke in hushed whispers.
Only the bartender ever spoke to Fen when he entered. A few of the regulars lifted a hand, or nodded, but most avoided his eyes. He looked nearly as dangerous as he was. A man with no friends, trusting only his brother and always hunted or hunting.
He was even more ruthless and brutal than the whispers said. His hair was long, very thick and distinctly silver with black strands woven into the waves falling down his back. Most of the time he secured it at his nape with a leather cord to keep it out of his eyes.
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