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A review by christyduke_5117
Archangel's War by Nalini Singh
5.0
I can’t believe I never wrote anything after the first time I read this! Gah, this story is amaze-balls in so many ways. The Ancients who awaken, the fierce and horrifying battle with Lijuan, the awfulness that Charisemnon and Lijuan did - ugliness so unbelievable - the Legion giving all of themselves to their Aeclari, Michaela, Favashi, Astaad, so injured they’ve gone to Sleep. I just… wow yeah.
Heart thundering as the other archangels stopped firing, the sudden change in pressure causing his ears to pop, he turned to see the new ball of wildfire he’d thrown crash over Lijuan. It spread over her as with the others . . . but this wildfire was different. It had a verdant green heart so brilliant it was the kiss of spring, the lush grass under your feet, the rustle of a tree in full bloom.
That green speared into Lijuan’s mouth, her eyes, leached through to her cells. Leaves erupted over her skin, only to curl up and die. Her hair turned into vines that blackened and fell away. More leaves erupted on her face before being destroyed. But underneath it all, her skin was steadily going green.
“Um, Archangel. Remember when I grew that tree in the lobby?”
He looked for his consort again . . . and saw her. The blaze of energy had faded to reveal an Elena whose clothing was scorched—badly. The black leather had gone a strange greenish silver at the solar plexus, where she’d taken Aegaeon’s rogue blow. It spread out from that point in lighter shades all the way to scorched brown edges at her shoulders and her thighs, curled around her waist. But no skin showed through and what he could see of her body was undamaged. Her eyes were locked on Lijuan.
He followed her gaze. Lijuan was screaming soundlessly as leaves poured out of her mouth. “Life,” Raphael murmured. “Despite all the efforts of the Cascade, all the efforts of immortality, you are raw, defiant life, hbeebti. And she is death.” The two could not exist together in the same being.
Heart thundering as the other archangels stopped firing, the sudden change in pressure causing his ears to pop, he turned to see the new ball of wildfire he’d thrown crash over Lijuan. It spread over her as with the others . . . but this wildfire was different. It had a verdant green heart so brilliant it was the kiss of spring, the lush grass under your feet, the rustle of a tree in full bloom.
That green speared into Lijuan’s mouth, her eyes, leached through to her cells. Leaves erupted over her skin, only to curl up and die. Her hair turned into vines that blackened and fell away. More leaves erupted on her face before being destroyed. But underneath it all, her skin was steadily going green.
“Um, Archangel. Remember when I grew that tree in the lobby?”
He looked for his consort again . . . and saw her. The blaze of energy had faded to reveal an Elena whose clothing was scorched—badly. The black leather had gone a strange greenish silver at the solar plexus, where she’d taken Aegaeon’s rogue blow. It spread out from that point in lighter shades all the way to scorched brown edges at her shoulders and her thighs, curled around her waist. But no skin showed through and what he could see of her body was undamaged. Her eyes were locked on Lijuan.
He followed her gaze. Lijuan was screaming soundlessly as leaves poured out of her mouth. “Life,” Raphael murmured. “Despite all the efforts of the Cascade, all the efforts of immortality, you are raw, defiant life, hbeebti. And she is death.” The two could not exist together in the same being.