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393 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 13, 2009
"Do you need anything from me?” She was reluctant to leave him.
The folds of her leine muffled his chuckle. “Can you give me salvation?”
The strange question sent another bolt of dread through her. “No.”
“Then tea will do.”
“I’ve a taste for you as well, and time enough to indulge.”
“A companion," he whispered against her mouth. "A lover." He nibbled at her bottom lip, and his hand slid from her nape to cup the back of her head. "A beloved wife.”
“And will you love me for a day? A year? A lifetime?" She knew the answer but wanted to hear him say it in that beautiful, shattered voice.
"Beyond that," he whispered, eyes shining with the tempest of emotion he'd held in check until now. "Beyond the reign of false gods and meddlesome priests. Beyond al Zafira when her bright stars fade.”
"Did I please you?"
Silhara raised his head slowly to stare at her. High color flagged his cheekbones. His pupils swallowed the lighter black of his eyes. "Please me? You've vanquished me."
"I will not yield."
"Martise is a skilled scribe and translator and has the Gift. She was once schooled at Conclave. The mage-finders sense her magic.
The Master of Crows was a hateful, contemptible pig.
She'd have to temper her dislike for the crow mage. He was no different from any other landowner of high-ranking clergyman, and so far inflicted nothing more damaging on her that a few snide remarks. Still there was something inherently dangerous about him.
The Master of Crows was an overwhelming presence, frightening, annoying and fascinating.
But fire had licked her insides at her first sight of him. Her face heated with what was surely the hottest blush ever gracing a woman no longer a maiden. Such feelings had no place here. She was bound; he was outcast. She resided at Neith to spay on him, and if the promise in his expression was any hint, he'd make her wish she never crossed his threshold.
The woman emerging in her place fascinated him a little more each day.
As lyrical as her voice, her laughter transformed her from peahen to swan.
She made him wonder - and smile. That alone gave him pause. Silhara couldn't remember the last time he'd found something worth smiling about that didn't involeve mockery, yet in the last ten minutes Cumbria's little spy almost coaxed a laugh out of him with her comment...
"You have done an unwise thing, Martise of Asher", he said softly. "You've caught my interest."
"Your Gift is no blessing, Martise. Not to you...You're a vessel, nothing more. A source to be used by mages like me. Your power strengthens the magic of others.
I can teach you to hide your Gift. Not just control it, but submerge it. Deep enough that the priest will never sense its presence. And I am a good liar.
"You can use me, and I can't stop you."
"How is this different from any other day?"
"What will protect me from you?"
He pulled her hard against him and nipped her shoulder. "Nothing."
"What happened to that sad mouse of a woman who first came to Neith and leapt at her own shadow?"
"I didn't love you then."
"Use me. Use my Gift. Let me love you for this moment. It will be enough.
"No, Martise of Asher. I am a greedy man. We could live a thousand years mroe than this twisted god, and still it will not be enough.
3.5 stars
“I’ve no wish to be reduced to a cipher, Martise. I’ll die before that happens, and I’ll take Corruption down with me.” She bowed her head. “I wish you loved me,” she said in a small voice. “Maybe then I could make you halt this madness.”
This book was a lot darker than the other books I’ve read from this author. The god, Corruption, wants to use Silhara, Master of Crows, to rule the world. And Silhara will do anything he can to deter Corruption, refusing to be anyone’s puppet. Martise of Asher, is sent to spy on the Master of Crows for the Conclave under the ruse of assisting Silhara in his research for a way to defeat Corruption.
Martise has been a slave for many years, and in order to gain her freedom she must spy on Silhara. Martise came across as meek at first, most probably because of her years as a slave, but as the story progressed she learned to speak her mind.
Silhara was a very dark character, and at times very difficult to like. He’s so powerful, and doesn’t really care about how his actions affects others. In the beginning he was very rude and unkind to Martise. But as he came to know Martise, his actions towards her changed.
The romance was very slow building. At first Silhara found Martise plain and unattractive. But the longer they spent time together, the more attracted Silhara became to Martise. There was one part in the book that I found very upsetting, and it definitely affected my enjoyment and rating of this book. .
Grace Draven has a real talent for writing romantasy, and although there were parts of the romance I really didn’t enjoy, there were also parts that were very sweet and sexy. The fantasy was excellent, and I really enjoyed the world-building.