Also by this author: Shards of Hope, Slave to Sensation, Archangel's Enigma, Allegiance of Honor, Wild Embrace, Silver Silence, Archangel's Prophecy, Rebel Hard
Published by Penguin on 2014-06-03
Genres: Fiction, General, Paranormal, romance
“The alpha author of paranormal romance” (Booklist) draws us back into her extraordinary Psy-Changeling world, a world torn between violence and peace, passion and ice..."
Assassin. Soldier. Arrow. That is who Vasic is, who he will always be. His soul drenched in blood, his conscience heavy with the weight of all he’s done, he exists in the shadows, far from the hope his people can almost touch—if only they do not first drown in the murderous insanity of a lethal contagion. To stop the wave of death, Vasic must complete the simplest and most difficult mission of his life.
For if the Psy race is to survive, the empaths must wake…
Having rebuilt her life after medical “treatment” that violated her mind and sought to suffocate her abilities, Ivy should have run from the black-clad Arrow with eyes of winter frost. But Ivy Jane has never done what she should. Now, she’ll fight for her people, and for this Arrow who stands as her living shield, yet believes he is beyond redemption. But as the world turns to screaming crimson, even Ivy’s fierce will may not be enough to save Vasic from the cold darkness…
Shield of Winter is paranormal romance at it’s finest! The psy-net is infected and causing the psy within the infected regions to go mad with murderous rage and intent, slaughtering one another without remorse. In addition to that, the net itself is collapsing in some regions, wiping out thousands. With time running out. Kaleb turns to the Es and points the Arrows in their direction, hoping that with Arrow protection, and training from cardinal E Sasha Duncan, they can figure out a way to restore the net and find some stability.
Vasic is an Arrow with a soul drenched in blood. Forced as a child to become a deadly assassin, he believes he is beyond salvation but then he meets the E whom he is to be partnered with and everything changes. Vasic and Ivy’s relationship blossoms into something neither ever thought possible and Ivy fights to bring Vasic out of the shadows and into the light, but with the net collapsing and self-destructive decisions Vasic had made prior to meeting Ivy, their relationship finds itself in uncertain waters as they fight for the survival of not only their people but of one another.
I absolutely loved this story and was captured by the chemistry between Vasic and Ivy from the very beginning. You often wonder if when you hit book thirteen in a series, if the series will go stagnant. For this particular series, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Each time I pick up a psy-changling book I experience an emotional roller coaster of a story with exceptional character development. I’ve been waiting for Vasic’s story just as after reading earlier books I had been waiting for Kalebs. As you fall in love with Nalini’s main characters, you find yourself craving the story of another character. After reading Shield of Winter, I now very badly want to learn more about Aden, want him too to be pulled from the shadows. Thankfully I won’t have to wait too long since Shards of Hope, book 14 is coming out June 2nd 2015. I’d also like to see where Jaya and Abbot’s relationship goes. The author has a way of pulling you into her world so completely that you can never have enough of them
Without a doubt, a must read for any paranormal romance fan. Heck, who am I kidding. This is just a must read for absolutely everyone.
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To be an Arrow is to be an island, devoid of attachments that create vulnerability.
— First Code of Arrows
There was nothing left of the man he’d been.
Vasic stared through the glass wall in front of him as the computronic gauntlet biologically fused to his left forearm hummed near silently in the diagnostic mode he’d initiated. Sleek black, the new invention remained relatively unstable, despite the constant and ongoing refinement by the medics and techs, but Vasic wasn’t concerned about his life.
He hadn’t been concerned about anything for a long time. At first it had been his conditioning under Silence that kept him cold, his emotions on ice. Now, as the world navigated the first days of a new year, he was beyond Silence and into a numbness so vast, it was an endless grayness.
The only reason he kept waking up in the morning was for the others, the ones in the squad who still had some hope of a normal life. It was far too late for him, his hands permanently stained with blood from the countless lives he’d taken in pursuit of a mandate that had proven false in a very ugly way.
“What is it?” he said to the man clad in a black combat uniform who’d just entered the common area of Arrow Central Command. None of them were sociable, yet they maintained this space, having learned through bitter experience that even an Arrow couldn’t always walk alone.
Today the room was empty except for the two of them.
“Krychek has a theory.” Aden came to stand beside Vasic, his dark eyes on the vista beyond the glass. It wasn’t of the outside world—the Arrows were creatures of shadow, and so they lived in the shadows, their headquarters buried deep underground in a location inaccessible to anyone who didn’t know the correct routes and codes.
Even a teleporter needed a visual lock, and there were no images of Arrow Central Command anywhere in the world, not in any database, not on the PsyNet, nowhere. Which made it all the more notable that Kaleb Krychek had demonstrated the ability to ’port into the HQ when the squad first contacted him.
However, despite the subterranean nature of the squad’s base of operations, on the other side of the glass lay a sprawling green space full of trees, ferns, even a natural-seeming pool, the area bathed in simulated sunlight that would change to moonlight as the day turned.
It had been difficult to acquire that technology without tipping their hand—the SnowDancer wolves were very proprietary of their tech, usually installed it themselves. But the squad had managed, because that light was as necessary to their sanity and their physical health as the captured piece of the outside world on which it shone.
“Krychek’s theory—it’s about the disease in the Net,” Vasic guessed, aware that the broken remnants of fanatical Pure Psy and the sporadic new outbreaks of violence notwithstanding, that was the most dangerous threat facing their race.
“You’ve seen the reports.”
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