When Ash met Artie
For Dark-Hunter lovers, particularly the Kat & Ash 2geder 4evah fan club members, if you still don’t know, let me break it to you—not gently, mind you (that means, SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER ALERT!—ye be warned, human!): Kat/Katra, Madonna, er, Abadonna, whatever her name is—is NOT Ash’s heroine!!! *bwahahaha* Let’s just say Devil May Cry will confirm it. *wink*
So who is Ash’s heroine ever after, you ask? Well, that I can’t answer. (Jeez, I don’t have a magic ball. :/) Gotta tell you though, after Sherrilyn Kenyon graciously shared this excerpt from Ash’s upcoming book, I’m beginning to think... *gasp* Oh, good lord! *shock* Could it be?!?
Seeking some sort of vengeance on the ones who had cursed him to this fate, he found himself heading into the temple across the street from Apollo’s.
It was empty. No doubt the occupants and caretakers were all across the street to witness his sister’s sacrifice. Bloody bastards all. Greedy, lecherous dogs who could think of nothing but themselves.
Furious, he walked down the center aisle that was framed by thick white columns. He’d never been inside a temple before. He found them hypocritical since the gods had abandoned them and mankind damned them.
Defiantly, he lowered his cowl and he stared up at the carved image of a woman. Made of solid gold that would feed hundreds of starving children and people, she was beautiful. Her peplos was made of gold and she held a bow in one hand with a quiver of arrows on her back. Her other hand was poised over a deer.
He stared at the writing on the tablet at her feet, but couldn’t read it. He vaguely recalled Ryssa trying to teach him to read all those years ago. But he’d forgotten her lessons.
As he traced the first letter of the goddess’s name, he thought he recognized it. It was an A. Ryssa had told him his own name began with that letter.
He ran through his mind his limited knowledge of the gods and what he knew of them as he tried to think of one whose name sounded similar to his.
“You must be Athena,” he said out loud. It would make sense since Athena was goddess of war and held a bow in her hand.
“I beg your pardon? Athena!”
He turned sharply at the angry voice behind him. The woman was attractive with long, curling auburn hair and dark green eyes. Her cheeks were pinkened by her anger.
She stood with her hands on her hips. “Are you blind? Or just stupid?”
He snarled at the insults. “I am neither.”
She approached him with a narrowed gaze. “Then how is it you don’t know the image of Artemis when you see her?”
Acheron rolled his eyes at the mention of Apollo’s twin sister. He should have known since the temples were so close together. “Is she as worthless as her brother?”
The woman’s mouth fell open. She looked stunned by his question. “I beg your pardon?”
Anger burned through him as he saw the tributes laid out on the altar before the statue. He flung his arm against them, sending them flying. Gold plates, vases and offerings clattered against the marble floor. The pottery shattered. “Why do they bother when no one on Olympus hears them and if they do it’s obvious they don’t care?”
“Are you mad?”
“Yes, I am,” he said from between clenched teeth. “Mad at this world where we are nothing to the gods. Mad at the Fates that put us here for no purpose except to toy with us for their own amusement. I wish all of them were dead and gone.”
The woman snarled, rushing at him. Acheron caught her hand before she could slap him.
She shrieked and something slammed into him, knocking him back. Pain spread through his body. An unseen force picked him up from the floor and slung him so hard against the wall that it knocked the breath from him.
“I should kill you,” the woman raged.
Acheron laughed at her threat. “Please do so.”
Artemis withheld the final god bolt that would send this human straight to Tartarus where he belonged. She’d never met anyone who didn’t know her on sight. Never met anyone who couldn’t feel her unearthly presence and powers and yet this human seemed immune to it.
She watched as he pushed himself to his feet and stood defiantly before her. He was a handsome man. His face was chiseled to perfect proportions. Dark blond brows slashed over swirling silver eyes that were searing with their hatred. No one had ever dared give her such a look.
His long wavy blond hair begged to be stroked. And his body... It was lean and well muscled. He was taller than her, a mortal rarity that she appreciated.
“Have you any idea who I am?”
“Judging from your anger and what you just did to me, I would assume you’re Artemis.”
So, he wasn’t stupid after all.
She lifted her chin haughtily. “Then bow down and apologize. Beg me for my forgiveness.”
Instead, he walked toward her with an arrogant swagger that made his body ripple.
He laid his hand against her cheek as he stared down at her face. “So, you’re a goddess,” he said, his voice thick as he examined her.
A strange, foreign flutter tightened her stomach at the warmth of his hand on her skin. Even her breasts tightened as a foreign throb began pounding an unknown demand at the center of her being. His nearness was searing. His eyes riveting.
She’d never felt anything like this before.
Before she realized what he intended, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
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So who is Ash’s heroine ever after, you ask? Well, that I can’t answer. (Jeez, I don’t have a magic ball. :/) Gotta tell you though, after Sherrilyn Kenyon graciously shared this excerpt from Ash’s upcoming book, I’m beginning to think... *gasp* Oh, good lord! *shock* Could it be?!?
Seeking some sort of vengeance on the ones who had cursed him to this fate, he found himself heading into the temple across the street from Apollo’s.
It was empty. No doubt the occupants and caretakers were all across the street to witness his sister’s sacrifice. Bloody bastards all. Greedy, lecherous dogs who could think of nothing but themselves.
Furious, he walked down the center aisle that was framed by thick white columns. He’d never been inside a temple before. He found them hypocritical since the gods had abandoned them and mankind damned them.
Defiantly, he lowered his cowl and he stared up at the carved image of a woman. Made of solid gold that would feed hundreds of starving children and people, she was beautiful. Her peplos was made of gold and she held a bow in one hand with a quiver of arrows on her back. Her other hand was poised over a deer.
He stared at the writing on the tablet at her feet, but couldn’t read it. He vaguely recalled Ryssa trying to teach him to read all those years ago. But he’d forgotten her lessons.
As he traced the first letter of the goddess’s name, he thought he recognized it. It was an A. Ryssa had told him his own name began with that letter.
He ran through his mind his limited knowledge of the gods and what he knew of them as he tried to think of one whose name sounded similar to his.
“You must be Athena,” he said out loud. It would make sense since Athena was goddess of war and held a bow in her hand.
“I beg your pardon? Athena!”
He turned sharply at the angry voice behind him. The woman was attractive with long, curling auburn hair and dark green eyes. Her cheeks were pinkened by her anger.
She stood with her hands on her hips. “Are you blind? Or just stupid?”
He snarled at the insults. “I am neither.”
She approached him with a narrowed gaze. “Then how is it you don’t know the image of Artemis when you see her?”
Acheron rolled his eyes at the mention of Apollo’s twin sister. He should have known since the temples were so close together. “Is she as worthless as her brother?”
The woman’s mouth fell open. She looked stunned by his question. “I beg your pardon?”
Anger burned through him as he saw the tributes laid out on the altar before the statue. He flung his arm against them, sending them flying. Gold plates, vases and offerings clattered against the marble floor. The pottery shattered. “Why do they bother when no one on Olympus hears them and if they do it’s obvious they don’t care?”
“Are you mad?”
“Yes, I am,” he said from between clenched teeth. “Mad at this world where we are nothing to the gods. Mad at the Fates that put us here for no purpose except to toy with us for their own amusement. I wish all of them were dead and gone.”
The woman snarled, rushing at him. Acheron caught her hand before she could slap him.
She shrieked and something slammed into him, knocking him back. Pain spread through his body. An unseen force picked him up from the floor and slung him so hard against the wall that it knocked the breath from him.
“I should kill you,” the woman raged.
Acheron laughed at her threat. “Please do so.”
Artemis withheld the final god bolt that would send this human straight to Tartarus where he belonged. She’d never met anyone who didn’t know her on sight. Never met anyone who couldn’t feel her unearthly presence and powers and yet this human seemed immune to it.
She watched as he pushed himself to his feet and stood defiantly before her. He was a handsome man. His face was chiseled to perfect proportions. Dark blond brows slashed over swirling silver eyes that were searing with their hatred. No one had ever dared give her such a look.
His long wavy blond hair begged to be stroked. And his body... It was lean and well muscled. He was taller than her, a mortal rarity that she appreciated.
“Have you any idea who I am?”
“Judging from your anger and what you just did to me, I would assume you’re Artemis.”
So, he wasn’t stupid after all.
She lifted her chin haughtily. “Then bow down and apologize. Beg me for my forgiveness.”
Instead, he walked toward her with an arrogant swagger that made his body ripple.
He laid his hand against her cheek as he stared down at her face. “So, you’re a goddess,” he said, his voice thick as he examined her.
A strange, foreign flutter tightened her stomach at the warmth of his hand on her skin. Even her breasts tightened as a foreign throb began pounding an unknown demand at the center of her being. His nearness was searing. His eyes riveting.
She’d never felt anything like this before.
Before she realized what he intended, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
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See, when you say Devil May Cry I'm thinking Dante from the game and the anime. LOL. However I may give the Ash story a try as I've heard soooooo much about him all over the web.
And Harlot darling, I think you'd enjoy my 7 song meme. Mehehe.
Oh and have you rated your blog yet??? Mine is NC 17. LOL.
6/29/2007 11:13:00 AM
I received the second Devil May Cry excerpt the other week and I was surprised that Kat is Sin's heroine!
Do you think it's going to be Artie? I mean Artie is Ash's heroine???? That just cannot be! How could it be? SK has a lot of explaining to do!
6/29/2007 11:31:00 AM
Jumping for joy now that Kat is out of the running. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy her, but she's not for Ash.
SK must be trying to mislead us, Artie can't be Ash's heroine. No way.
6/29/2007 06:58:00 PM
I don't Artie is Ash's heroine. SK has to rewrite a lot of things because we've always been presented with an Artemis that's not a heroine material.
This excerpt confirmed some things for me anyway. Thanks BBs!
6/30/2007 12:20:00 AM
I'm glad it's not Kat but I don't want Artemis either! Actually Artie is worse! She has been very selfish and very spoiled and she's been blackmailing Ash for centuries I want to rip her red hair off!
Ohhhhhkay... LOL, seriously, it can't be Artie.
6/30/2007 12:50:00 PM
Kat & Ash 2gether 4evah fan club. lol
I won't rule out Artie as Ash's heroine. All we know is Ash's side of the story, we've yet to hear Artie's.
6/30/2007 01:55:00 PM
Harlot, thanks for the excerpt!
Olly
6/30/2007 03:22:00 PM
I knew Ash is Kat's father.
Didn't Kenyon say Ash's heroine was in the Dream Hunter book? While I was reading the book, i was thinking it could be one of the two sisters of the heroine in Dream hunter.
7/02/2007 11:05:00 PM
Ash's story is possibly two books, or one monster in two parts--The History of Ash and Hook Ash Up with Twue Wuv. Any fluffy stuff with Artemis better be confined to the former.
I don't give a crap what her side of the story is. If a man treated a woman the way she treats Ash, everybody would turn into Lorena Bobbitt about it. It is not okay when the gender roles are reversed. I will never read Kenyon again if she tries to pass that bitch off as a heroine.
I was sure Kat would be for Nick. You thought Ash freaked out over Nick and Simi? Mwahaha. I was looking forward to that.
Now I'm thinking Kyrian's kid... what's her name, Marissa?
9/06/2007 02:59:00 PM
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