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723 pages, Hardcover
First published August 5, 2008
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Acheron’s life was an embodiment of tragedy and sadness and also of courage and happiness.![]()
And Simi……she has found a place in my heart.
I adored the modern Greece parts in this story, so vividly described that made me feel that I was right there, on a Greek beach looking for Atlantis as well.
OF COURSE HE IS!!And now it’s time for me to meet up with Styxx and Acheron again!!!
1st Review 2011
MY FAVOURITE OF ALL SHERRILYN KENYON'S BOOKS EVER!!!! I KEEP READING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN....ACHERON IS THE MOST AMAZING HERO.........OOPS...SHOULD THAT BE GREEK GOD!!!!!
—Fui destrozado como niño y hecho a un lado, igual que un trozo de basura que nadie quiere. Pero tú no me tratas de esa manera. Ves en mí únicamente al humano y tocas cada parte de mí. Me haces sentir completo y querido.
—Tú eres la mujer más bella del mundo, Soteria. Esta es la mujer de la que me enamoré y no hay nada acerca de ti que yo cambiaría.
Él le había ofrecido incluso fugarse para casarse con ella, pero se había negado. —Chico —dijo ella, furiosa con el hecho de que siquiera lo hubiese sugerido—, tú eres mío y quiero que todo el mundo lo sepa.
"He will be a destroyer, this child," the wisewoman said, her ancient voice loud and ringing so that all could hear her proclamation. "His touch will bring death to many. Not even the gods themselves will be safe from his wrath."
Why had he ever thought for one moment that Artemis would be any different?
In the end, he was what he was.
Nothing.
And he was Acheron Parthenopaeus. Cursed whore. Despised slave. Incapable of being loved by anyone.
How stupid of him to fall for her lies. To think for one minute that something like him could ever have had value to a goddess.
The whore was tired now. He was finally broken. And it wasn't by the hand of his master or a client. It'd been by the hand of the only person he'd ever loved. Defeated and lost, Acheron lay down on the cold balcony and closed his eyes, praying for death to finally come and end this nightmare that was his life.
"Life isn't about being fair," he breathed. "It's not about justice. It's all about endurance and how much we can suffer through."
Tory pulled away from his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck to hold him close as the true horror of his human life tore through her. And to think she'd dared to accuse him of not understanding what it was like to be mocked or humiliated. Thank God she had no idea of the depth of his sorrow that made a mockery of hers.
She couldn't speak for the tangle of emotions that gathered in her throat to choke her. She was angry for him and heartbroken.
And in that moment, she realized how much she loved this man.
She'd never heard this song before but the lyrics were beautiful . . .
Heaven's gates won't open up for me.
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you.
Those lyrics brought tears to her eyes. All her life, she'd had a fantasy about a great-looking guy in a band singing to her. She knew how stupid it was, but to be here right now having Ash of all men sing to her.
It was surreal and it was wonderful. Most of all, it made her want to cry.
She'd taught him to finally embrace who and what he was. Woe to the rest of them. Because he was now the Harbinger not just for his mother, but for a slip of a woman who held his heart.
For her, he'd do anything.
Even end the world.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world, Soteria. This is the woman I fell in love with and there's nothing about you I'd ever change."