Demon from the Dark (Immortals After Dark Series, Book 8) and over one million other books are available for Amazon Kindle. Learn more
CDN$ 9.49
  • List Price: CDN$ 9.99
  • You Save: CDN$ 0.50 (5%)
FREE Shipping on orders over CDN$ 25.
Only 2 left in stock (more on the way).
Ships from and sold by Amazon.ca.
Gift-wrap available.
Quantity:1
Have one to sell?
Flip to back Flip to front
Listen Playing... Paused   You're listening to a sample of the Audible audio edition.
Learn more
See all 2 images

Demon from the Dark Mass Market Paperback – Aug 24 2010


See all 4 formats and editions Hide other formats and editions
Amazon Price New from Used from
Kindle Edition
"Please retry"
Mass Market Paperback
"Please retry"
CDN$ 9.49
CDN$ 1.85 CDN$ 0.01

Best Canadian Books of 2014
Stone Mattress is our #1 Canadian pick for 2014. See all

Frequently Bought Together

Demon from the Dark + Kiss of a Demon King + Dark Needs at Night's Edge
Price For All Three: CDN$ 27.52


Customers Who Bought This Item Also Bought



Product Details

  • Mass Market Paperback: 448 pages
  • Publisher: Pocket Books (Aug. 24 2010)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1439123128
  • ISBN-13: 978-1439123126
  • Product Dimensions: 10.6 x 2.5 x 17.1 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 358 g
  • Average Customer Review: 4.3 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (3 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #302,925 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

Product Description

About the Author

Kresley Cole is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the electrifying Immortals After Dark paranormal series, the young adult Arcana Chronicles series, the erotic Gamemakers Series, and five award-winning historical romances. A master’s grad and former athlete, she has traveled over much of the world and draws from those experiences to create her memorable characters and settings. Her IAD books have been translated into nineteen foreign languages, garnered three RITA awards, and consistently appear on the bestseller lists, in the US and abroad. You can learn more about her and her work at KresleyCole.com or Facebook.com/KresleyCole.

*Sign up for Kresley’s email newsletter to receive the latest book release updates, as well as info about contests and giveaways (KresleyCole.com/Newsletter/).

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Demon from the Dark

1


art

Demon plane of Oblivion, City of Ash

Year 192 in the Rule of the Dead

“Do we go to our death—or worse?”

Malkom Slaine gazed over at his best friend, Prince Kallen the Just, wishing he had a better answer for him, anything to ease the apprehension in Kallen’s eyes.

As the vampire guards shoved them along, deeper into their stronghold, Malkom suspected death might be welcome before the night was out.

“The rumors are likely untrue,” he lied, putting up a renewed resistance as the dozen guards forced them down a flight of stone steps. But his bonds were mystical; Malkom was unable to teleport or break free.

At the base of the stairs lay a subterranean chamber with an ornate throne on a dais. Though the floor was of packed earth, the walls were hung with rich silks and tapestries. Rare crystal and glass adorned the room.

At once, Malkom began analyzing every inch of the area for an escape. Ahead, a pair of winded demon slaves stood beside a freshly dug grave. More guards lined the walls, with swords at the ready. In the back, a black-robed sorcerer worked at a vial-cluttered table.

Gods, let the rumors be untrue . . . those whispers of the Scârbă—the abominations.

Kallen muttered, “Can you see a way out of this?”

Normally, Malkom could. Without fail, he figured his way out of seemingly impossible predicaments. “Not as of yet.”

The guards shoved Kallen and Malkom to their knees before the grave.

“Ronath will pay for this once I get free,” Kallen grated. Ronath the Armorer was a seasoned warrior, the strongest demon after Malkom. He’d once been Kallen’s favored commander. “The traitor will not see another night.”

’Twas Ronath who’d turned Malkom over to the vampires. Disastrous enough. But without Malkom’s unwavering defense, Kallen’s fortress had fallen just a week later. The Trothans’ beloved prince had been captured.

Blinded by his hatred for Malkom—a slave turned commander—Ronath had unwittingly doomed Kallen and all the Trothans.

Malkom had already planned his own revenge. As he was neither noble nor good like Kallen, his retribution would be far more vicious than the prince could ever envision.

Without warning, a vampire traced into the room, teleporting directly onto the throne. Clad in costly silk robes, the male was pallid, his skin untouched by Oblivion’s blistering sun. His eyes were wholly red, his visage twisted by madness.

The Viceroy.

When the vampires had conquered Oblivion and turned it into a colony, they’d dispatched the Viceroy, their most malicious leader, to act as ruler of the plane.

“Ah, my two new prisoners,” he said in Anglish.

Though Malkom and Kallen both were fluent in the language, they refused to speak anything other than their native Demonish—even as the use of that tongue was now punishable by death.

The vampire rubbed his narrow, clean-shaven chin. “At last, you have both been captured.”

Malkom and the prince were the leaders of the rebellion, and to break them would be to break the resistance. The vampire overlords had searched for them relentlessly.

When the Viceroy snapped his fingers, the two slaves exited the room, returning moments later with an unconscious demon boy. One of their own, handed over for a vampire’s refreshment. A leisurely repast.

Malkom started sweating. He strained even harder against his bonds but couldn’t get free before the vampire collected the boy in his arms, then bent over his neck.

At the sight, rage spiked within Malkom. Those sucking sounds . . .

He bared his fangs, overwhelmed with memories of his childhood as a blood slave. His only consolation was that this boy was unconscious, a luxury he himself had never been afforded. Nor had Malkom’s neck been taken, for that skin would have been readily seen—and he hadn’t been kept only for his blood.

“Steady, Malkom,” Kallen murmured in Demonish. “Keep your wits about you.”

How many times had Kallen said those exact words? The prince has long kept me sane.

The Viceroy dropped the boy from the dais to the ground like refuse, then dabbed at his lips with a crisp handkerchief. “I confess, you two fascinate me.” His red eyes burned with curiosity. “A friendship between a beloved royal and his brutal guard dog. The highest of the high, and . . .” He flicked his hand at Malkom.

No one had been more perplexed by their friendship than Malkom. Kallen was the crown prince of the Trothan Demonarchy, hundreds of years old, and filled with wisdom.

Malkom was the illiterate thirty-year-old son of a whore, raised as a vampire’s slave—and filled with rage.

Yet somehow he and Kallen had become comrades in arms, brothers by choice if not by blood. Kallen had said he’d recognized something in Malkom, an innate nobility. As if he’d known how badly Malkom wanted to be noble.

“Penniless, ignorant, and fatherless,” the Viceroy intoned. “The son of a demon whore who sold her body.” With a sneer, he added, “Until she could sell one of her offspring.”

Malkom could deny nothing.

“How easily you sprang to life, when you should have been no more than seeping waste in a back alley.”

“If Malkom is not noble in blood,” Kallen said, “then he is noble in deed.”

Kallen, still defending me.

The Viceroy seemed amused. “I can imagine none so lowly, yet you had the gall to resist us, knowing death awaited. Amazingly, you very nearly routed us from your world, demon.”

Malkom could scarcely comprehend this. Though he’d won numerous battles, he hadn’t imagined his foes were on the brink of surrender. Malkom had never known an Oblivion without the walking-dead vampires here.

Decades before his birth, they had arrived from an alien plane filled with myriad breeds of immortals and mortals, settling here for one reason.

Blood.

When the vampires consumed Trothan blood, it made them more powerful than they’d ever been, made them heal from injuries more swiftly. Blood had eventually become the currency in Oblivion.

“So very nearly,” the Viceroy continued. “But in the end, breeding will tell.” The vampire traced to stand just beside them. “You can dress in your fine warrior clothing.” He reached down to rip Malkom’s rich cloak from him. “But you can only mask what you truly are. Under those manacles at your wrists, I bet I would find bite scars.”

Again Malkom voiced no denial. He normally wore silver cuffs to conceal those shaming marks.

The details of his past weren’t necessarily held secret. All the demons in Ash knew how Malkom had earned his bread as a boy, how he’d eaten from their trash once he’d grown too old for a vampire lord’s tastes.

But for this vampire to know as well . . .

“Does not matter how you appear, demon—you are still nothing.”

“Do not listen to him, Malkom,” Kallen said. “You are a good man. A stalwart leader.”

“Who was betrayed at the earliest opportunity?” the vampire said.

A gang led by the powerful and devious Ronath had tricked Malkom. Before he could trace or attack, he’d been caught in a metal net and stabbed through repeatedly.

“You rose up high for the briefest time. But I will break you down once more.”

Malkom craned his head up to face the Viceroy. “Break me down?”

“You submitted to a vampire master once. You will do so again.”

“Is that why we live still? For me, save yourself time and kill me now.” Nothing this vampire could do would be worse than what the slave master of Malkom’s childhood had done. Malkom gazed at the demon boy, unconscious in the dirt. Nothing.

“ ’Tis not so simple,” the Viceroy said. “It never is with our kind.” Had he signaled something to the sorcerer at the back of the chamber? “You’ve destroyed so many of my soldiers that I have decided to create more, starting with you two, the strongest of your kind. You shall be transformed, remade in my image.”

The rumors . . . ’Twas said that the overlords had developed a rite to transform Trothans into Scârbă—demonic vampires who thirsted for the blood of their own. A demon and a vampire united, an abomination stronger than both.

The Viceroy drew his sword from a scabbard at his hip. “You will drink my blood, and it will open your veins to the ritual. Your deaths will be the catalyst.” He ran a finger over the edge of his sword, while in the shadows his sorcerer began to chant, fueling a sinister curse.

Power emanated from the sorcerer with every utterance, filling the room with forbidden black magics. Some unseen force seemed to wrap around Malkom’s body, digging in.

Even more guards closed in, heaving tight on Malkom’s and Kallen’s chains. One of the largest vampires jammed his knee into Kallen’s spine, forcing his head backward, while another wedged a bit between Kallen’s teeth.

“No, no!” Malkom roared, twisting violently.

The Viceroy sliced his own wrist. “ ’Tis a gift I’m giving you. The Thirst. I am going to make blood sing for you, make you dine on demon flesh every day for eternity.” He shoved the streaming gash to Kallen’s pried-open mouth. “You will become like us, and be loyal only to me. It begins now.”

“Do not drink it, Kallen!” Malkom bellowed, but they forced him to swallow it.

They set upon Malkom next, stabbing him until he was too weakened to resist. The Viceroy’s thick, vile blood was forced down his throat as well.

Then the vampire raised his sword. Malkom thrashed against the chains with every ounce of power left in his body, but neither he nor Kallen could get loose.

Kallen met Malkom’s gaze for a harrowing moment—just before the Viceroy’s sword sliced clean through Kallen’s neck. His body collapsed backward, his head tumbling into the grave. Dazed, sightless eyes stared up at Malkom. The prince’s brows were still drawn, his teeth gritted.

Malkom gaped in disbelief while years of their shared memories flashed in his mind.

The two demons’ countless battles, more victories than defeats. The dozens of times Malkom had saved Kallen’s life; the thousands of times Kallen had praised him, encouraging him to better himself.

“You are a fearless warrior who’s more than his past.” “Of course you’ve the intelligence to learn how to read! Who the devil convinced you otherwise?” “You are stronger and faster than the others, your will to live greater than any I’ve known. You see details others are blind to. Uniqueness is a kind of nobility, is it not, brother?”

Throughout, Malkom had begun to shed the taint of his past. He’d dared to entertain dreams of a better life.

Now Kallen was dead. Malkom roared with impotent fury, his eyes going wet with loss. Kallen. Dead.

Or worse.

The sorcerer cast a layer of black dust over Kallen’s body.

“No!” Malkom bit out. “Leave him in peace!”

More chanting, more power.

Malkom’s lips parted. Kallen’s body was lifeless no more. With each of the sorcerer’s words, it began to twitch, to . . . move in the dirt.

Not from death spasms. But writhing with life. The headless neck pumped blood anew.

The Viceroy again snapped his fingers for the demon slaves. Once the pair had kicked Kallen’s body into the grave, the sorcerer scattered more of that dust over all. To make Kallen whole once more?

When smoke snaked up from the depths, the Viceroy raised his bloody sword. “Now ’tis your turn, Slaine. And I promise you, rising from the dead—if it takes—will be the easy part. If you live, I will break you.”

Malkom silently prayed for a true end, beseeching the gods who had never once answered his most desperate entreaties. Please, do not let me rise—

The sword whistled through the air. He perceived the scantest bite of blade.

Then nothing.

art

Despite Malkom’s prayers, he and Kallen had both risen two nights later, waking into a nightmare of darkness, deep in the earth. After clawing through the dirt, inching their way to the surface, they’d been thrown in a murky cell in the Viceroy’s dungeon.

They hadn’t suffocated as they’d risen because they now drew no breaths. Nor did their hearts beat.

The walking dead. Vampire. I am a vampire.

No! Malkom still hadn’t accepted his fate, was ready to rage and fight it. Even as he recognized how much he’d been altered.

Though he wore no cuffs to prevent him from tracing, he no longer had that ability. His clammy skin felt as if a thousand spiders crawled all over him. His upper fangs had elongated and narrowed, throbbing painfully. Even in the low light, merely opening his sensitive eyes was an agony.

His very hearing was different, more acute. He could detect insects boring in the ground beneath him.

From the moment he’d awakened in the grave, the burgeoning need for blood had lashed him. Confusion and anguish roiled within him.

In Kallen, too. He stared at the filthy cell walls, hollow-eyed and unblinking.

“We will fight our way free,” Malkom assured him now, “then return home.”

“We are Scârbă. Brother, no demons will ever take us among them.”

He was likely right. The two were worse even than the vampires. They were defiled demons, cursed to feed off their own kind. They were the monsters of legend feared by all.

Kallen rasped, “There is no reason to go on.”

“There is always a reason.” How many times had Malkom had to convince himself of this? “If for nothing else, you can seek vengeance.” He himself would not rest until retribution was meted.

He would slaughter the sorcerer who’d muttered his curses in the background, the guards who’d held them down, and the bloodthirsty Viceroy whose sick will had set them all into motion.

Then he would return to destroy Ronath.

Those who betrayed Malkom did it only once.

When all was done, he would find a way to erase every vampire trait from himself, to rid his veins of the Viceroy’s blood and return to what he’d been.

Or he’d greet the sun. Malkom frowned. Would that kill a Scârbă?

“Live for vengeance?” Kallen said. “Tell me, will that be enough?”

How to answer that question when Malkom’s own dreams appeared so ridiculous now?

He’d wanted a home that no one could ever force him to leave. He’d wanted as much food and water as he could ever enjoy. But more than anything, he’d secretly longed to be respected like Kallen—a noble like him—gifted with a blood far better than his own.

Malkom’s only fortune was that no one else had ever discovered how much he yearned to be highborn. “Then live for your fated female,” he urged Kallen. “She will accept you. She must.”

“Is that what you seek, Malkom? Your fated one?”

“I’ve no such expectations.” What use had he for a woman of his own? He’d needed no offspring for a noble line or sons to work the water mines with him.

“No? Then why have you never taken a demoness from the camps?”

Malkom’s gaze flicked away. Never had he known a female. Those who followed the army could be had for a price, but Malkom had never used one. No matter how urgent his need, no matter how badly his curiosity burned, he physically couldn’t.

They smelled of other males, reminding him of his childhood. Nothing extinguished his lusts like the scent of seed.

So he’d put females from his mind. As a boy, he disciplined himself not to dream about food. He’d applied that same discipline to keep from fantasizing about intercourse.

At length, Malkom answered, “Because war has become everything for me—”

The Viceroy traced into their cell, his eyes lit with pleasure. “Remade in my image,” he said. The vampire wasn’t shocked the ritual had worked—he was brimming with pride. So how many had they created here? “And this is just the beginning. Do you feel the Thirst? It’s sacred to us, as death is.” His gaze fell first on Kallen, then on Malkom. “Only the one who kills—or answers the Thirst—will ever leave this cell alive.”

Just as Malkom tensed to attack, the Viceroy disappeared.

Once their situation sank in and he’d found his voice, Malkom said, “We will not fight each other.” They both knew that when he said fight, he meant drink or kill. “I will not fight my brother.” But if anyone was freed, it should be Kallen. He’s all that is good.

“Nor I,” Kallen vowed.

“We will not,” Malkom repeated, wondering if he sought to convince Kallen—or himself.

Three weeks later . . .

Malkom weakly stood before the bars, expending precious energy just to remain on his feet, yet unable to lie down as though defeated.

Day after day had passed with no food, water, or—dark gods help them—blood. His thirst intensified hourly, his fangs throbbing until he’d silently wept. He’d caught himself staring at Kallen’s neck, the skin there taunting him.

At times, Malkom had flushed to find Kallen’s gaze on his own neck.

Never had he hungered like this. Last night, Malkom had waited until Kallen fitfully dozed. Then he’d sunk his aching fangs into his own arm, sucking, disgusted by how rich he’d found the taste. How delicious, how blistering the pleasure . . .

Endless days passed as their bodies withered but would not die. With no industry to be had, no battles to be fought, Malkom was beset by memories cloying in his mind. For someone who held survival paramount, he’d begun to have doubts. How important was living?

Living means more betrayal.

His first betrayal had been dealt by his own mother. At six years of age, he’d complained of hunger so acute he’d nearly blacked out. She’d railed that he was never satisfied, then sold him to a vampire who would feed him all he wanted if he was an “obedient and affectionate” boy.

His second betrayal? That same vampire had cast him out at fourteen, deeming Malkom too old to stir his lusts.

Back to the gutter, back to hunger. But against all odds, Malkom had grown increasingly strong, until he’d finally been ready to exact revenge on the master. Malkom had always been observant, and he’d noted every protection guarding that vampire’s home. He’d found it easy to steal back inside, take out the guards, and murder the master who’d tormented his youth and twisted him as a man.

And it’d felt so good, so glorious, to kill one of their kind, he’d hunted another, and another.

Soon, word of his deeds had reached Kallen’s ears. The prince had invited him to his stronghold, then spent months convincing Malkom to join their rebellion, even to lead it.

Eventually Malkom had been acknowledged in the street, asked to dinner by Kallen, paid in riches and fine clothing—merely for risking a life Malkom had cared naught about. For so long, shame had been his companion, but at last he’d dragged himself from the gutter.

He’d known his people didn’t love him, but he’d thought he was earning their respect each time he saved their miserable lives.

Weeks ago when he’d noticed a tension among them, he’d chastised himself for reading too much into others’ reactions, telling himself he needed to listen to Kallen and stop expecting betrayal at every turn. No matter how many times I have been dealt it.

“And now what is going on in that head of yours, Malkom?” Kallen asked from across the cell, his voice faint. “You’ve that dangerous look on your face.”

“My thoughts are dark.”

“As are mine. I fear we near the end.”

“There is no end.” Malkom faced him. “Not until I decide it.”

A sad smile creased Kallen’s gaunt face. “Fierce as ever.” He rose unsteadily, then limped to stand before Malkom. “For me, I’ve decided this cannot go on.” His eyes flickered black with emotion. “So embrace me, my friend.” He wrapped his arms around Malkom.

His own arms hanging by his sides, Malkom peered up at the ceiling in confusion. I’ve never been embraced like this before. Touching meant using.

Was this giving instead? Am I too scarred to recognize it? Hesitantly, Malkom wrapped his arms around Kallen as well. Not so bad.

When he felt Kallen’s lips against his neck, Malkom frowned. Kallen loved females, enjoyed a new demoness nightly. So what was this? You are merely ignorant in the ways of affection—

Kallen’s lips parted.

He was going to drink. With the realization, Malkom started to sweat, his eyes darting, the will to survive rising up. But if he was truly steadfast, he’d sacrifice himself for the prince, for the good of the crown. How much had Kallen done for him? He’d taught him how to control his rage, to channel it.

He’d given Malkom purpose. If not noble in blood, then in deed . . .

But memories arose within him, sordid scenes with a vampire who’d used him for years. The feedings in the dark . . . the way the master’s skin would grow warm against his own . . . .

No, no! “Do not do this thing, Kallen.” Malkom’s voice was hoarse. “Do not betray our friendship.” Don’t betray me.

“I am sorry,” he said, his tone defeated. “I do not have a choice.”

Kallen is all that is good. Though Malkom had vowed he would never be bitten again, he somehow held himself still as the prince’s splayed fingers dug into his back, clutching him even closer.

A final sacrifice for my friend? Can I control my will to live?

Or would the prince’s brutal guard dog finally turn on him?

When Malkom’s jaw clenched, his every muscle tensing, Kallen rasped, “Steady, Malkom.” Then he plunged his fangs into Malkom’s neck, giving a wretched groan of pleasure as he sucked. And the sound was so familiar, the shuddering of his body just like the master’s.

Kallen’s chilled skin began to warm against Malkom’s.

Betrayal. Rage erupted, and he roared with it. Cannot control this.

Seizing Kallen by the shoulders, Malkom shoved him back. He looked down at the prince and knew that, for him, this was the end. “Forgive me, brother . . . .”

But those who betray me do it only once.

Inside This Book (Learn More)
Browse Sample Pages
Front Cover | Copyright | Excerpt | Back Cover
Search inside this book:

What Other Items Do Customers Buy After Viewing This Item?

Customer Reviews

4.3 out of 5 stars
5 star
1
4 star
2
3 star
0
2 star
0
1 star
0
See all 3 customer reviews
Share your thoughts with other customers

Most helpful customer reviews

2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Amazon Customer on Aug. 27 2010
Format: Mass Market Paperback
I want to start by saying I am a huge fan of the series but...This was not my favorite installment. As one reviewer already mentioned Malkom had a lot in common, and in some ways reminded me of, a character from JR Ward's BDB series. This is not necessarily a bad thing it just seemed unoriginal in comparison to what I have come to expected from Ms. Cole. Carrow is a great character and in Demon from the Dark she goes from the fun party girl to a more robust character. Cole takes the time to make her into a more three dimensional person and she is pretty damn special - she comes a close second to my fave female Mari. There is a lot of action in this installment, including some set up for characters that have yet to find their HEA, like Lanthe and Regin. Even with all the action there is a large amount of time in Demon from the Dark when we only see Malkom and Carrow. I found I missed the other characters - there is very little from NIx, Regin, or any of the secondary characters till much later in the book. This installment is a bit darker in both tone and humour, and I am wondering if this is in preparation for the ascension or just a temporary thing related to the characters themselves. It also has me wondering about who will be next and if any of the baddies will get HEA's before we are done, similar to what she did with Sabine. I am still waiting for Lothaire's HEA - I have to admit to having a bit of a crush so I am fervently hoping he has one coming to him.
Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again.
Format: Mass Market Paperback
I just finished this novel from the Immortals After Dark Series. I was surprised by the slower pace of writing as I was drawn to the writing style of the previous books. The pace is drawn out a bit in this one. The characters have a language barrier for a majority of the book and for me that held back on the bonding into the relationship with the characters. I felt uncomfortable with the whole translation stuff and it went on a bit long. My girl NIX doesn't have a presence much and I so much love her in the series. However, I was excited when my baby Rydstrom makes a brief appearance but his presence isn't the same strong character either. The overall mingling of characters is nice but it was a bit hard to relate to the build up at the end of the group planning a rescue and then a cliffhanger on what happened. It is still a good read and I enjoyed the intermingling of story lines. The whole He's my fated one and I am going to retaliate has been a theme on this novel and it was surprisingly old by the end. I still liked the book and found it intreguing... a must have for the series. Let it roll baby! Bring on the next one!
Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again.
By Linda Bilodeau on Sept. 16 2010
Format: Mass Market Paperback
What more can I say, I ADORE this series. I can hardly wait for the next one to come out. Once you start reading it you can't put it down. I love the caracters and all the interactions with past heros and heroines. Even a caracters that seemed evil in a previous book can turn out to be a hero. Kresley Cole has one incredible imagination to come up with these different factions and all the lore. It's an excellent read.
Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again.

Most Helpful Customer Reviews on Amazon.com (beta)

Amazon.com: 260 reviews
76 of 85 people found the following review helpful
This story reminded me of Beauty and the Beast. But what a sexy beast!! Aug. 24 2010
By Bookaholics Reviewer - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Demon from the Dark (Immortals After Dark Series, Book 8) by Kresley Cole
Paranormal Romance- Aug 24, 2010
4 ½ stars

In her latest IAD Kresley Cole finally reveals where and why members of the Lore have been taken! And we find out more about missing Regin the Radiant. (I can't wait for her book!) We are also treated to a new type of demon one who has been changed against his will and been so traumatized and tortured that this reader cannot help but want him to find his fated mate.

Malkom is a bad tempered and miserable hero who trusts no one. Why? Because his only and best friend betrayed him. His mother sold him to an abusive vampire who used him for sex and blood. And now the demons he saved all want to kill him! Bitter, a little. Untrusting, a lot! Alone and living in Oblivion, a hellish plane with little resources his life is pure torture but he refuses to give up. But poor Malkom doesn't know what is coming at him next!

Carrow is one of the most beautiful witches in her coven but her powers are held in check by a collar and she is imprisoned against her will. When she is `asked' by her captors to find and lure the powerful demon/vampire Malkom into a trap she refuses. But when Ruby, a young witch that she cares for is taken hostage Carrow knows she must obey their orders or Ruby will be killed.

Carrow courageously enters Oblivion but when she finds Malkom she runs away in terror! He is huge and dirty. But his body is delicious... And Carrow knows if she doesn't capture him Ruby's life will be forfeit. As Carrow works to gain Malkom's trust she also comes to care deeply for the man hidden beneath all the grime. A man who has been so abused and mistreated. In his loneliness she sees her own. Although her background is wealthy, Carrow never had her parents love and she knows how it feels to be unwanted. But can she betray a man who has become more to her that she ever realized?

This story reminded me of Beauty and the Beast. It definitely was not one of the author's more lighthearted reads. The relationship between Malkom and Carrow is slow in the beginning since they both must learn to trust each other. I really felt for Malkom and admired his courage and ability to try to trust again after so many disappointments and betrayals. I found Carrow an interesting character and it did take me a while to warm up to her because I really wanted Malkom to have a mate who would be worthy of him and I didn't want her to betray him.

As with all of Kresley Cole's stories this was a moving story and I did find myself falling in love with Malkom. He really is an admirable character. Despite all of the injustices he has endured his caring nature shines through. I just really wanted for him to be happy.

But what I found myself enjoying the most were actually the secondary characters! The author alludes to Regin the Radiant and her capture and I wanted more details! Plus there is also a very intriguing story about a Sorceri named Lanthe and a fierce winged demon Vrekener who she has injured. And is he mad! If anything this book whet my appetite for her upcoming books which I hope will feature either Regin or Lanthe.

This book will have you anticpating the next IAD, please Kresley Cole, make it soon!!

Reviewed by Steph from the Bookaholics Romance Book Club
36 of 40 people found the following review helpful
½ Demon + ½ Vampire = a whole lot of hot Vemon! Aug. 24 2010
By Ophelia - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Amazingly, Kresley Cole has topped herself with a new Lore hero! Malkom Slaine, a vemon (1/2 demon /½ vampire), is damaged by his troubled past and has spent centuries being haunted by the beatings and betrayals he has had to endure. He lives for vengeance. Once you betray him, you pay. Enter Carrow Graie, party witch extraordinaire with her own damage. Carrow has been captured by The Order, an evil group rounding up immortals for their own nefarious reasons. The Order threaten to kill Ruby, Carrow's orphaned neice, if Carrow doesn't lure Malkom to the Order. Even though neither speaks the other's language, they are able to communicate. Many LOL moments with Malkom and Carrow "negotiating" in sign language! Though Carrow is falling for her vemon, she knows she must save Ruby. Yet another betrayal for Malkom, who is mesmerized by his mate. Will Malkom be able to forgive Carrow, just when she realizes she can't live without him? Whether he forgives her or not, Malkom's not about to let her go and will go to any lengths to keep her.

Kresley Cole delivers yet another amazing installment in the Immortals After Dark series! And as an extra treat we get to catch up with favorites like Mariketa and Bowen, Rydstrom and Sabine. Malkom and Carrow's book is a page-turner you won't be able to put down!
19 of 20 people found the following review helpful
Beauty and the paranormal Beast... Dec 10 2010
By Dee18 - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Mass Market Paperback
`Demon from the Dark' is the tenth book in Kresley Cole's `Immortals After Dark' paranormal romance series.

Carrow Graie has been kidnapped. Along with hundreds of other immortal creatures, from vampires to nymphs, she has been captured by human military-types who lock her up in glass cages and intend to do experiments on her witchy-self. The stakes are raised when a witch from Carrow's coven is murdered, and her daughter taken prisoner. Now Carrow has to rescue herself, and little witch Ruby. And it just so happens that the humans have a proposition for her...

Carrow is to travel to a demon dimension and retrieve a vemon (demon-vampire hybrid) to be bought back to the prison for experimentation. There are only for vemons in the entire world, so Malkom Slaine is very rare indeed. . .

Carrow is on a mission - capture Malkom and bring him back to be experimented and tortured. Should be easy, since Malkom is a horned, ravenous, hairy beast. . . but what happens when Carrow introduces him to personal hygiene and he keeps saving her life in the demon dimension? What happens when Malkom turns out to be hot and hunky and Carrow suddenly can't stand the idea of betraying him?

I wasn't sure going into this tenth instalment, since I've had a few hits and misses with the `Immortals After Dark' series. I tend to only like the books concerning the Lycans and Valkyries - because I love the Lycan's Scottish brogue and the Valkyrie have some hilarious secondary characters (Nucking Futs Nix!).

I was also a little sceptical about this tenth book because Carrow and Malkom were completely unknown characters to me. I hadn't been anticipating their story, because they weren't secondary characters in past book. Carrow may have been mentioned in passing, but not enough to pique my interest about her HEA.

So I went in to `Demon from the Dark' very sceptical, but I came out with a new `Immortals' heartthrob to lust after!
`Demon from the Dark' is a paranormal retelling of Beauty and the Beast. Carrow is a witchy party-girl who grew up in the lap of luxury, but had an isolated childhood. She's had many boyfriends, but few honest relationships... until she travels to a demon dimension and meets Malkom Slaine.

I was initially wary of Malkom as a love interest because his physical description is so foul. He's tall and towering; with wildly long hair, no concept of tooth-brushing, caked-on dirt and he eats chicken blood. Eew. To top it off, Malkom has two large horns above his ears and is a blood-drinking vampire. Carrow's first-impression of Malkom is not helped by a language barrier between them. Malkom can only speak demon but no English, Carrow knows some Anglish and neither of them can understand a word the other says. . . Kresly Cole's signature hilarity ensues.

Malkom definitely starts out beastly, but is eventually transformed. Carrow bathes him, introduces him to a tooth-brush and cuts his hair, and realizes that beneath the dirt is a burning hunk o' vemon man! We also learn that there's more to Malkom than the ravening beast he starts out as. He actually has a very tragic past; he was a child blood-whore and sex slave, then he was a prince's friend, royal betrayer and when Carrow meets him he is in the midst of his centuries-long punishment. . . he's perhaps the most complicated `Immortals' man we've met in the series, but he's also the sexiest.

Carrow and Malkom's sexual relationship starts out rocky. Malkom recognizes Carrow as his mate from the moment he smells her, but the language-barrier prevents him from explaining his maddening lust to her. . . there's no rape, but Carrow has to lay down the law where Malkom's lustfulness is concerned.

But when these two do get hot n' heavy. . . watch out! They burn up the page! These two are the absolute cutest couple to come out of the `Immortals After Dark' series. Their Beauty and the Beast, will-they-or-won't-they tension is delicious and Malkom is so manly and rough around the edges! I loved these two together, and I especially adored Malkom. `Demon from the Dark' is my favourite `Immortals' book after `A Hunger Like no Other' - and that's a big call!
6 of 6 people found the following review helpful
Kresley Cole does it again! Jan. 21 2011
By C. Fernandez - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Mass Market Paperback Verified Purchase
I dont know how she does it but every book that Kresley Cole has written in the IAD series is just outstanding. Her plots are NOT all about sex. They are actualy plots that make a reader wonder how the heroine and hero will overcome the obstacles before them. Its riveting and funny. I love the banter between the characters. We even get to see some old ones in previous books make an appearance. I can't wait for the next IAD to come out. I hope Kresley doesnt lose her touch and keeps on writing these awesome storylines.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
Odd Segue and Plot Dec 28 2010
By Jedibarrister - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Mass Market Paperback
This one had an odd segue. It was so abrupt I kept thinking I missed a book. But blammo...you've got Carrow, Regin, Melanthe, Lothaire, and a whole host of other Lore imprisoned on a cloaked island run by the Initiative, erm...I mean the Order. They're mortals who don't trust the Lore, want to investigate them, and somehow make them stop. And at their helm is Declan Chase who may actually be a lackey and may actually be Aidan the Bezerker (which may explain why he likes to perform daily vivisections on Regin). In the fray comes 7 year old Ruby, baby witch, and hostage for Carrow. Declan wants her to go to Oblivion a hell dimension and bring back the baddest Vemon ever, Malkom Slaine. He's so beyond "humanity" and "redemption" that he himself only lives for death and punishment of his enemies. And given that he's hording water on a desert world...that's pretty much anyone. But as with all "villains", you realize there's a reason for his pain: he's a much abused man, former child blood slave used for other reasons as well (think Zsadist from BDB series), betrayed into that slavery by his mother, etc., etc. He's a Toranth demon turned Vemon by a Horde viceroy. Naturally, Carrow is the one who's blooded and mated to him and he goes bezerkers in a non-Aiden kind of way. I guess this is the beginning of the Accession? I liked how the self-proclaimed gutter trash ends up with the noble blood witch. And 4 barbells? Yikes!

Look for similar items by category


Feedback