Read Shadow of the Moon by Sherrilyn Kenyon
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Since 2004, internationally bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon has placed over sixty novels on the New York Times bestseller list; in the past iii years alone, she has claimed the No.1 spot seventeen times. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre she writes within.
Proclaimed the pre-eminent vocalization in paranormal fiction by critics, Kenyon has helped pioneer - and define - the current paranormal trend that has captivated the world and continues to blaze new trails that blur traditional genre lines.
With more than 25 million copies of her books in impress in over 100 countries, her current series include: The DarkHunters, League, Lords of Avalon, Chronicles of Nick, and Belador Lawmaking.
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Sherrilyn Kenyon'southward Night-Hunter Earth Series:
(in reading society)
Fantasy Lover Night Pleasures Night Embrace Dance with the Devil Kiss of the Nighttime Nighttime Play
Seize the Night Sins of the Night Unleash the Dark Dark Side of the Moon The Dream-Hunter Devil May Cry Upon the Midnight Clear Dream Chaser Acheron
One Silent Night Dream Warrior Bad Moon Rising No Mercy
Retribution
The Guardian Time Untime
Styxx
The Night-Hunter Companion
Dark Bites
Also by Sherrilyn Kenyon:
League Series Born of Nighttime Born of Fire Born of Water ice
Built-in of Shadows Born of Silence
The Belador Code Blood Trinity Alterant
The Expletive
Rise of the Gryphon
Chronicles of Nick Infinity
Invincible
Infamous
Inferno
Past Sherrilyn Kenyon writing as Kinley MacGregor:
Lords of Avalon Series Sword of Darkness Knight of Darkness
COPYRIGHT
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Tabular array of Contents
Praise for Sherrilyn Kenyon:
About the Writer
Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark-Hunter World Serial:
COPYRIGHT
Copyright Acknowledgments
Dedication
HOUSE OF THE Rising SON
July twenty, 12,252 BC
October 28, 12,252 BC
March 3, 12,251 BC
May 30, 12,251 BC
August 23, 12,251 BC
February eight, 12,250 BC
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January xx, 12,248 BC
January 23, 12,248 BC
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January 25, 12,248 BC
Epilogue
PHANTOM LOVER
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half-dozen
Epilogue
Winter Born
Prologue
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5
Epilogue
A Nighttime-HUNTER CHRISTMAS
Prologue
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UNTIL Decease WE DO Office
Prologue
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Epilogue
A Hard 24-hour interval'Due south Dark SEARCHER
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Epilogue
SHADOW OF THE MOON
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FEAR THE DARKNESS
New Orleans, 2007
WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD
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Dearest BYTES
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Epilogue
SANTA WEARS SPURS
Prologue
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Epilogue
REDEMPTION
A Bonus Scene from The Guardian
Copyright Acknowledgments
"Phantom Lover," by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Copyright (c) 2003 by St. Martin's Paperbacks. Showtime published in Midnight Pleasures, 2003. Reprinted by permission of the author.
"Winter Born," by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Copyright (c) 2004 by St. Martin'southward Paperbacks. Offset published in Stroke of Midnight, 2004. Reprinted by permission of the writer.
"A Nighttime-Hunter Christmas," past Sherrilyn Kenyon. Copyright (c) 2003 past St. Martin's Paperbacks. First published in Dance with the Devil, 2003. Reprinted past permission of the author.
"Until Expiry We Exercise Office," by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Copyright (c) 2006 by St. Martin'southward Paperbacks. Kickoff published in Dear at First Bite, 2006. Reprinted past permission of the author.
"A Difficult Day's Night Searcher," by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Copyright (c) 2006 by St. Martin's Griffin. First published in My Big Fat Supernatural Wedding, 2006. Reprinted by permission of the author.
"Shadow of the Moon," by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Copyright (c) 2008 by St. Martin's Paperbacks. Outset published in Dead After Dark, 2008. Reprinted by permission of the author.
"Fear the Darkness," past Sherrilyn Kenyon. Copyright (c) 2007 by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Reprinted by permission of the writer.
"Where Angels Fear to Tread," by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Copyright (c) 2008 by Gallery Books. First published in Blood Lite, 2008. Reprinted past permission of the author.
"Dearest Bytes," by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Copyright (c) 2001 by St. Martin'south Paperbacks. First published in Naughty or Dainty?, 2001. Reprinted past permission of the author.
"Santa Wears Spurs," by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Copyright (c) 2000 past St. Martin's Paperbacks. First published in All I Want for Christmas, 2000. Reprinted by permission of the author.
To you, the reader, for taking these adventures with me. And every bit always, to my family and friends who tolerate my many hours of confinement while I work, and who go along me sane whenever I sally from the rabbit hole. And as ever, to my peeps at SMP for all their hard work and for making these adventures possible. Y'all rock!
HOUSE OF THE RIS
ING SON
July 20, 12,252 BC
"How do they look?"
The daeve demon, Caleb Malphas, turned away from the sparring soldiers at the delicate, emotionless voice of the goddess he served. As was her wont, she'd appeared silently and of a sudden behind him - something that was always disconcerting to a warrior who didn't like anyone or annihilation at his back.
With long, night brownish hair, flawless peel, and vivid greenish-gilded eyes, Bathymaas was exquisitely beautiful, but as cold-blooded as whatever creature he'd always known. The embodiment of justice, she wasn't supposed to accept any type of emotion or feeling....
And she didn't. Nonetheless, she was as kind equally she was ruthless, and off-white beyond his comprehension.
Malphas glanced dorsum at the four soldiers who were grooming in the big arena in forepart of him. "Not bad. They might really survive a few battles."
His dark sense of humor was lost on a goddess who had no understanding of information technology. Luckily, she didn't get sarcasm, either, therefore she never took offense to his. It made serving her a lot less painful for him, and it was the primary reason he'd agreed to help her get together her team of elite protectors who would be charged with keeping her peoples safe.
She brushed a stray piece of hair back from her face up. "We still need two more to stand for the Atlanteans. Have y'all whatsoever suggestions?"
"There'south an Atlantean champion who'south been making a name for himself during games and festivals. Galenus of Didimosia. I was planning to exam and so invite him to bring together our merry crew later today."
"Take y'all seen him fight?"
Malphas nodded. "Two days agone. He beat dorsum six larger opponents at one fourth dimension, during an exhibition match. He is impressive, and given the fashion he savored the fight and victory, he should make a proficient add-on to our group."
"May I go with you?"
"Of grade, my lady. I would exist highly honored."
Inclining her head to him, she walked away with a grace that would rival his own beloved Lilliana'south. That comparison fabricated him involuntarily flinch equally vivid memories surged to stab him with painful regrets. Unwilling to go there with his thoughts, Malphas returned to the men he was preparation to protect this fragile world from the very kind of tragedy he, himself, had gone through.
Y'all should have been there, brother. Information technology was incredible! They came at me like behemothic mountainous beasts, wanting but my blood and basic to eat, and I trounce them back, unmarried-handedly. When I won the fight... this incredible shout went up through the amphitheater like raucous thunder." Cupping his easily around his rima oris, Galenus demonstrated the sound.
Aricles smiled at his twin's exuberance while Galenus went on to illustrate his expert sword skills that had won his tournament two days ago. "You know what would really print me, Galen?"
His blood brother froze with a frown in the middle of his mock sword stroke. "What?"
"Assistance with laying down the fertilizer in my field."
Galenus scoffed indignantly as he climbed up on the debate and grimaced. "How can yous stand information technology here? I hate farming and tending animals and fields... You should come with me next fourth dimension and participate in the games. Together nosotros'd be invincible... and win plenty money to make the king himself look like a pauper."
Aricles paused to wipe the sweat from his brow with his forearm before he cut the cord on a fresh batch of manure. Dissimilar his blood brother, who was dressed in noble finery to rival a prince'south chiton and chlamys, he was shirtless with only a short brown breechcloth and worn leather shoes to cover him while he worked. Even so, sweat rolled down his back and plastered his brusk, scarlet-brown hair to his head. "It's not so bad here. Begetter needs the help."
"Bah! He has plenty of servants for that. Why work u.s.a. like dogs in the heat of summer? We were born to be better than this."
Disagreeing completely, Aricles hoisted the barrel up on his shoulder to carry it to where he'd left off covering the plants. "At that place's nothing wrong or undignified nearly a expert day's labor. You should try information technology sometime."
"Says the man covered in cow shit."
Aricles threw a scattering of it at his brother. Information technology landed in the middle of his chest, staining his stark white chiton.
"Ugh! That'south disgusting, Ari! I can't believe yous did that."
Laughing, Aricles began spreading it effectually the sprouting plants. He'd never empathize his brother's beloved of or demand for war. Personally, he hated conflict and fighting. He'd much rather create and build than kill and destroy. Conquest and battle games didn't appeal to him in the slightest way. The only reason a man should ever selection up a sword was to protect those he loved, not to willfully take the life of someone else'southward honey.
However sputtering in fury, Galenus stormed off.
"One day, Galen," Aricles chosen afterwards him, "you're going to acquire to dear farming. I promise y'all!"
"Should that day ever come, I hope Misos spears my idiot head to the wall!" he shouted back every bit he went to launder, and alter clothes.
"It never ceases to amaze me how the two of yous can look then much alike and exist so different in disposition and manner. It's as if y'all're night and day to each other."
That's considering Aricles had purposely shouldered responsibility very early on in his life so that Galen wouldn't have to.
Aricles straightened as his father joined him and offered him a cup of water. Grateful, he drank it down in i gulp. "Galen's non so bad, Male parent. He'south a skilful man, with a dandy heart."
"He needs that wildness inside him tamed before it leads to his utter destruction. Out of my three sons, he is the one who keeps me upwardly at night with worry. Also as the fact that Perseus idolizes him so. I fear one day, he will follow his older brother to war and I'll lose the two of them."
"I wouldn't accept that fright. Perseus would never leave his beloved Julia for war."
His male parent smiled and patted him on his bare shoulder. "I never thought of that, and you lot're right. He'd sooner die than leave her. Thank you for setting my mind at ease." His father took the cup from him. "Now if I could only go my eldest son interested in a woman..."
Aricles didn't comment as he went back to fertilizing the plants. Though his begetter didn't know it, he'd been in dearest, likewise, at Perseus's age. And his centre had been crushed when he'd stumbled upon her in the woods, having sex with another man. Even though the two of them had been privately courting for several months, he hadn't stolen so much equally a single kiss for fright of dishonoring her. He'd thought her perfection, and she'd laughed in his confront at his courtesy.
I need a man's dear, not a fool'south.
Since then, he hadn't gone near another woman. He left them to his twin, who held as much regard for their hearts and feelings as Claudia had held for his. If he wanted to be mocked and ridiculed, he had brothers for that. He didn't need a woman to practice it, also.
"Akri!"
He looked up at Gideon's alarmed cry to run into a band of seven demons flying toward the servant and his father. Ari's eye pounding, he glanced about for Galen. But his brother was notwithstanding off washing and had no clue they were under set on.
Damn it!
Aricles dashed to the debate to grab a long wooden stake and his blood brother's xiphos. Using the stake as a javelin, he threw information technology at the demon closest to reaching his begetter who was running back toward him while the demon flapped its massive wings and licked its black lips. The stake struck the demon in the center of its chest. The demon vicious to the ground with an echoing shriek as it died.
As fast as he could, he crossed the field to fight dorsum the remaining vi. By the looks of them, they were Charonte - ane of the fiercest of the demon breeds. And unfortunately, humans and Atlanteans were their nutrient of choice.
Aricles dodged their foul claws and managed to avoid their fangs equally he fought them with everything he had. Distressing for the demons that he shared his brother'southward fighting prowess. He might not enjoy swordplay and killing, but he was damn good at it. Within a handful of minutes, he had the demons lying in pieces on the footing.
The sight of their remains sickened him, as did the blood on his easily and torso.
His male parent embraced him. "Thank the gods you
were here."
"Thank Galen for leaving his xiphos backside while he went to launder." Aricles grimaced in distaste. "And speaking of, I'll be back to help with their carcasses as soon as I make clean upwardly."
Repulsed by the needless waste, he headed for the stream that ran through the middle of their belongings.
He'd just begun washing himself when a bright low-cal flashed in front of him. Grabbing Galen's sword, he hesitated every bit he saw a beautiful woman in a long white peplos, and a man dressed in black.
"Residual easy." The man held his hands out to show that he wasn't here to battle. "We just wanted to talk to you for a few minutes."
Aricles lowered the sword, but kept it in his hand. "Well-nigh?"
"I would like to recruit yous." The adult female's voice was soft and melodic. Soothing. A perfect friction match for her tall, ethereal beauty.
"For?"
The man laughed. "You're non one to waste words, are you lot?"
"Malphas," the woman chided. "You lot're not helping."
"Forgive me, goddess."
Goddess...
Now her beauty fabricated total sense. But what would one of them want with a uncomplicated farmer? He couldn't fathom it.
Bathymaas studied the human being in the stream. Tall and well muscled, he looked as fierce washing as he had fighting Malphas'due south demons. His cherry-brown hair was cropped short in dorsum and longer in front. And while he was very handsome, it was his intelligent blue eyes that were searing. "Are y'all enlightened of the war that has broken out, Atlantean?"
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