Genres: Action & Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Fantasy & Magic
No day is ordinary in a world where Technology and Magic compete for supremacy…But no matter which force is winning, in the apocalypse, a sword will always work.
Hugh d’Ambray, Preceptor of the Iron Dogs, Warlord of the Builder of Towers, served only one man. Now his immortal, nearly omnipotent master has cast him aside. Hugh is a shadow of the warrior he was, but when he learns that the Iron Dogs, soldiers who would follow him anywhere, are being hunted down and murdered, he must make a choice: to fade away or to be the leader he was born to be. Hugh knows he must carve a new place for himself and his people, but they have no money, no shelter, and no food, and the necromancers are coming. Fast.
Elara Harper is a creature who should not exist. Her enemies call her Abomination; her people call her White Lady. Tasked with their protection, she's trapped between the magical heavyweights about to collide and plunge the state of Kentucky into a war that humans have no power to stop. Desperate to shield her people and their simple way of life, she would accept help from the devil himself—and Hugh d’Ambray might qualify.
Hugh needs a base, Elara needs soldiers. Both are infamous for betraying their allies, so how can they create a believable alliance to meet the challenge of their enemies?
As the prophet says: “It is better to marry than to burn.”
Hugh and Elara may do both.
Iron and Magic was everything I thought it would be and more. Hugh is a bastard but damn is he brilliant. The verbal sparring between him and Elara was exceptional and you could really feel the tension between them. I’m eager to see where their stories go and I love knowing that this series will tie back to the KD books. When Roland comes for Kate, I wonder how Hugh will respond. I wonder if by then he can be trusted. And I wonder if the void will ever stop gnawing at him.
I never thought I would think Hugh deserved his happily ever after but now I can’t wait for it to come.
The story isn’t as fast paced as a typical Andrews books but it had no problem holding my attention and taking me on a wild ride.
As always, The Andrews teams knocks their readers socks off.
If you love action-packed urban fantasy with just the right amount of slow-burning romance, then one click Iron and Magic! I genuinely cannot fault it in anyway! CLICK CLICK CLICK
About the Authors
“Ilona Andrews” is the pseudonym for a husband-and-wife writing team. Ilona is a native-born Russian and Gordon is a former communications sergeant in the U.S. Army. Contrary to popular belief, Gordon was never an intelligence officer with a license to kill, and Ilona was never the mysterious Russian spy who seduced him. They met in college, in English Composition 101, where Ilona got a better grade. (Gordon is still sore about that.)
Gordon and Ilona currently reside in Texas with their two children and many dogs and cats.
They have co-authored several NYT and USAT bestselling series. They are currently working on urban fantasy of Kate Daniels, the paranormal romance of Hidden Legacy, and thjeir independently published series, Innkeeper Chronicles.
You can read more about their work on their website: http://www.ilona-andrews.com
Hugh turned and looked at him.
Ryan squirmed in his seat.
“You’re trying to give me a cold blooded horse?” Hugh asked, his voice quiet and casual.
Oh, he saw the Andalusian, all right, but he saw the Percheron, too, in the size and the big chest. Percherons ran too cold blooded for fight under the saddle; all that slow-twitch, bulky muscle dragged down their reaction time. They were difficult to anger, slow to charge, and heavy on their feet. Everything he didn’t want.
Hugh looked at Ryan.
Ryan swallowed. “He’s comfortable under the saddle. Trust me on this, after a Friesian, your backside will thank you. No feathers, so less grooming. He jumps like a Thoroughbred. Look at the lines of the head. That’s a beautiful head.”
“He is white.”
“Nobody is perfect,” Ryan said.
In his mind, Hugh reached out and squeezed Ryan’s neck until the rancher’s face turned red and his head popped.
Maria, Ryan’s wife, came up to the doorway and froze. The young kid held completely still, waiting and watching Hugh’s face.
“I bought him to breed. I thought I would diversify, you know?” Ryan was babbling now. “Had a particular mare in mind, but that deal fell through. He’s a good stallion. Powerful and fast. Bad-tempered. Bit the shit out of me and the stable hands.”
Hugh stared at him.
Sweat broke out on Ryan’s forehead. His hands shook, his words tumbling out too fast.
“You two will get along. He’s like you.”
“A big, mean sonovabitch that nobody wants.” Ryan realized what he’d blurted out. His face went white.
A stunned silence claimed the porch.
“I didn’t mean it…” Ryan said.
A cold realization rolled over Hugh, smothering all anger. He would take this horse. He had no choice.
He had no choice.