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  • Mass Market Paperback: 368 pages
  • Publisher: HQN Books (Aug. 24 2010)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373774834
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373774838
  • Product Dimensions: 10.7 x 2.4 x 16.8 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 181 g
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About the Author

National bestselling author Eve Silver has been praised for her \u201cedgy, steamy, action-packed\u201d books, darkly sexy heroes and take-charge heroines. Her work has garnered starred reviews from Publishers Weekly and Library Journal, plus RT Book Reviews Reviewers\u2019 Choice Awards, and in 2007 she received Library Journal\u2019s Best Genre Fiction Award. To learn more about Eve and her books, please visit

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The Underworld, the Territory of Sutekh

Alastor Krayl lifted one impeccably shod foot, tipped up the toes of his Italian loafers and stopped the severed head as it rolled past him across the sandstone floor. Like trapping a soccer ball. Except the head wasn't quite round, what with the stump of the neck hanging off one side.

The free edge of the neck was messy and jagged, as though someone had twisted the head off like a screw cap. There was little blood, and what was there was dry, some of it flaking off, which meant the decapitation was not particularly recent. A day. Perhaps two.

From this angle, Alastor saw only a ring of closely cropped steel gray hair and the naked skin of the crown. He toed the thing over, stared down at the features —the broad forehead, the hawk-like nose — and masked his surprise as recognition dawned. Bloody hell.

His older brother, Dagan, spat the name, "Gahiji," at the same time as his younger brother, Malthus, leaned in and observed, "He's dead."

"You think?" Despite the situation, Alastor almost laughed.

Gahiji had died once before, some two thousand years ago. Then he had been offered—and accepted—a second life as a soul reaper.

There would be no such reprieve this time.

This time, dead was dead.

"Which one of you killed him?" Alastor asked, reaching down to thread his fingers through Gahiji's hair and heft the head like a handbag.

He wished with all he was that he had been the one to exact revenge and twist Gahiji's head clean off. But he'd have done that only after he extracted information about his dead brother.

They needed to find Lokan's remains. They needed to find his Ka: his soul. And they needed to unite the two and reanimate him before he partook of the food of the dead and was lost to them forever, trapped in whatever limbo he'd been sent to.

Lokan's Ka was gone, not to any part of the Underworld they knew of, but somewhere else. Bloody hell, none of them even knew where to look. They'd waited for some sort of contact. The brothers had always had the ability to sense each other's pain, to know when one of them was in need. But no contact had come. Wherever Lokan was, he was lost to them, beyond their reach.

"Wish I could claim the kill," Dagan replied, his expression flat, his gray eyes cold as asphalt in winter.

Alastor didn't doubt it.


His brother spread his hands and offered a casual shrug and a shake of his head.

Process of elimination had Alastor looking to the far side of the long, narrow room, to the fourth in their little private party: Sutekh, the most powerful of the Underworld deities. He went by many names: Seth, Set, Seteh, Lord of the Desert, Mighty One of Two-fold Strength. Lord of Chaos. Lord of Evil.

The Krayl boys called him Dad. At least, Alastor did. His brothers preferred to shun any verbal claim of kinship, as though by avoiding the moniker they could avoid the relationship.

Their family dynamic was what pop psychology called dysfunctional.

Expression impassive, Sutekh regarded them with an unwavering gaze. He could choose any appearance that caught his fancy, and today it was the human face and form of Egyptian royalty. His skin was olive toned, his eyes large and dark, outlined in kohl. A narrow beard extended from his chin. The pleated folds of his headdress framed his face, and the cloth of his royal apron was wrapped counterclockwise around his body. All of which meant they weren't here for shits and giggles. Sutekh meant business.

"Interesting locale," Mal murmured with a lazy glance at their surroundings. "Is there a reason we couldn't meet in your greeting room?"

"Gahiji was a traitor," Sutekh replied.

He was.

The bastard had been there when Lokan was tattooed with an inverted version of the mark of Aset, Sutekh's enemy. He'd watched while Lokan was skinned, butchered, his body hacked to bits, the parts scattered. Maybe Gahiji had even wielded a knife, a participant rather than an observer. Maybe he was the one who'd stretched Lokan's skin and set it in a black plastic frame, then sent it to Sutekh as proof of the deed.

Rage congealed in Alastor's gut. "If Gahiji could turn traitor, there are undoubtedly others among your minions."


Alastor glanced at the walls of solid sandstone block; the floor was more of the same. There was a single low, narrow doorway, closed off by a thick wooden door. No windows. No place for anyone to hide and listen.

"So this is your equivalent of the cone of silence," Mal said, drawing out the word cone.

Sutekh completely missed the tongue-in-cheek humor.

"Nowhere is safe," he said, his voice flat, his gaze sliding to each of his three living sons in turn, perhaps lingering on Dagan a millisecond longer than the others. "No one is trustworthy."

"Something you want to say?" Dagan asked softly.

Alastor stepped between his father and his older brother, heading off that discussion before it could begin. No sense hashing out the fact that Sutekh did not exactly approve of Dagan's mate, Roxy Tam. Alastor did. And though he wouldn't admit it aloud, a part of him even envied Dagan that he had found love. Romantic love. Chivalrous love—like Dagan could ever, by any stretch, be labeled chivalrous. In contrast, Alastor had been spoon-fed the art of chivalry since birth. But that had been when he'd lived in the world of man as a human, before he'd learned what he truly was. A soul reaper. Son of Sutekh.

He'd stopped thinking about courtliness and gallantry and love long ago.

Still, he was glad for his brother that he'd found it.

"Gahiji was your man for nearly two thousand years, and he betrayed us all," Alastor pointed out. If blame was to be cast, might as well set it squarely where it belonged.

Sutekh's face remained expressionless, but the damp chill that suddenly seeped through the walls and floor reflected his mood.

"We are your sons." Alastor continued, letting the last word carry the weight of his message. The beings in this chamber were not the enemy. He cast a speaking glance toward Dagan. "All of us are your sons, loyal to you, whether you agree with our choices or not."

Yes, they were loyal. But everyone else in Sutekh's ranks or any other territory was suspect.

"So what now?" Mal asked with a nod toward Ga-hiji's severed head.

"We do exactly what we have been doing since Lokan was killed," Dagan said.

Alastor tamped down the surge of pain and rage that came at him as he thought of Lokan and what had been done to him. He wanted—needed—to find the rest of the sodding bastards who'd killed him. And he needed to return the favor. He owed all his brothers his life, but Lokan most of all, for all the times he'd scraped Alastor off the floor when things had been at their darkest.

"We bloody well need to step it up," he said, his tone hard. "Every whisper of information, no matter how far-fetched, gets assiduous attention."

"Assiduous?" Dagan and Mal chorused, then Dagan asked, "Word of the day?"

Mal snorted.

Alastor narrowed his eyes. "Sod off."

He lifted his head and found Sutekh staring at them. He gave nothing away, but Alastor sensed his bemusement.

"You bicker," Sutekh observed.

"Often and well."

"Yet you smile."

"That's the point."

It was unusual for them to come to Sutekh's realm en masse, so he rarely had the opportunity to view his offspring's group interactions. Alastor suspected he preferred it that way, that their human tendencies confused him. If he was even capable of confusion. Hard to tell.

"Would you like this back?" Alastor asked as he hefted Gahiji's head and tossed it. His father's hand whipped up so fast it was no more than a blur, and he caught the head as it spun through the air. "What did you find out before you killed him?"

That had to be the reason for this summons: urgent information that Sutekh had obtained before he tore Gahiji's head from his body.

"I did not kill him." Sutekh's clipped words echoed off the walls.

Alastor felt his brothers' attention sharpen, as did his own. If they hadn't killed the bugger, and Sutekh hadn't killed him—

"Gahiji's head was delivered anonymously," Sutekh continued. "I had no part in his demise, and no opportunity to question him. He was dead, his darksoul taken, and this—" with a flourish, he held the head aloft so the filmy eyes stared out at them "—delivered without even a note."

"No gift wrap?" Mal quipped, but his tone was hard, devoid of levity.

"Who delivered it?" Alastor asked. That was the only important question.

"That, I do not know."

Taken aback, all three brothers fell silent. Sutekh knew everything that went on in his realm. It was impossible for someone to sneak in undetected. Which meant that an anonymous delivery was impossible.

Yet more proof that Gahiji hadn't been the only traitor in their midst.

Gahiji had revealed his duplicity when he'd attempted to kill Dagan's mate. They'd quickly learned that he had betrayed them, that he'd been part of the plot to kill Lokan.

But they hadn't known if he'd acted as leader or peon.

The delivery of his severed head answered that question, but raised another. Someone with enough power to kill a soul reaper had robbed both Lokan—and now Gahiji—of life.

Which meant Gahiji wasn't the mastermind.

So who was?

Burlington City, New Jersey

Naphré Kurata shoved open the door of the Playhouse Lounge and almost hit some guy in the face.

And what a face.

His features were all angles and edges and hard, honed elegance. Clean-shaven. Honey-blond hair. Dark suit, perfectly tailored. Polished loafers. She noticed the details. In her business, it could mean the difference between life and a bullet in the head.

In this particular case she noticed for another reason. Something about him drew her gaze, demanded she look, made her feel like she never wanted to look away.

Great. She needed to remember to pick up batteries for her vibrator.

He didn't give her more than a cursory glance, just shifted a bit to the side and held the door as she passed. Interesting. This wasn't the sort of place where a guy held the door for a girl. But then, the action seemed almost automatic for him.

Tucking her chin, she walked on. She didn't want him to get a good look at her, just in case. Another trick in this biz. Notice the details, but don't let anyone notice a damned thing about you.

There was another man behind him, this one dark-haired with platinum hoops in his ears. She had the fleeting thought that guys who looked like them didn't need to come to places like this. Then she had to bite back a laugh. All sorts of guys came to strip clubs, for all sorts of reasons.

All sorts of girls did, too…maybe even one who needed to pick up the locale and front money for her next hit.

She cast a quick glance over her shoulder. The first guy held the door for the second, let him go through ahead. Again, interesting. Such neat and tidy manners.

The second guy was as good-looking as the first, but for some reason, as she reached the car and yanked open the door, her gaze slid back to the blond.

And caught him looking at her. For a millisecond, she held his gaze, and had the oddest sensation of recognition. Like she'd seen him before. But she knew with one hundred percent certainty that she hadn't. She'd remember that face if she had.

The sensation was more than a little unnerving.

She dropped her chin and tipped her head a bit to the side, hoping to rob him of a clear view of her features. Like he hadn't already gotten an eyeful.

When she looked up, all she saw was his back, disappearing through the door.

The crowd at the Playhouse Lounge was usually a mix of human and supernatural. For a second, she wondered if he was human. Then she shrugged. Not her business. But she was guessing he was because she hadn't sensed a supernatural vibe, and usually she was good at that.

Climbing into the passenger seat, she glanced at her companion.

"Making new friends, Naph?" Butcher asked.

"You know me better than that."

"Sure do." He offered a wheezing laugh.

She pulled the plain brown envelope Mick had given her from inside her jacket and tossed it on the seat between them. It was stuffed fat with bills.

"You count it?"

"What's with you and the bizarre questions tonight?" She dragged the shoulder strap over and buckled her seat belt.

Again, Butcher laughed. "Where're we going?"

"Ashton Memorial Park. Whitby. Tomorrow night. Mick said there'll be two open graves to choose from. Maybe more, if someone else dies before then."

"Hnn," Butcher grunted, and started the car. He stared straight ahead. "What else did Mick say?"

"That you owe him a bottle of scotch when this one's done. And that the client says you already have all the information about the mark that you need."

"That I do, Naph." Butcher put the car in drive, his expression thoughtful. "That I do."

"You plan on sharing anytime soon?" Not that she really needed to know. This was Butcher's hit. She was just along as backup. But she liked to know details before she made a hit. Her scruples were a tad more discerning than his.

As though he read her thoughts, Butcher said, "I know your rules, Naph. The mark's a killer."

"That's fine then." But of course, fine was a relative term.

Funny how no matter how hard you ran from destiny, it always caught up and bit you in the ass.

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HASH(0xa98f0e88) out of 5 stars Great Paranormal Series! Jan. 24 2011
By L. J. Engelke - Published on
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Sins of the Soul is a pure paranormal delight! Silver creates sexy soul-sucking heroes and ruthless heroines for an irresistible combination! Fans of Gena Showalter or Kresley Cole will enjoy Silver's dark humor and passionate characters.

Beginning right where Eve Silver's previous release Sins of the Heart leaves off, we join the Krayle brothers in the search for their brother Lokan's killer. Born of a human woman an underworld god know as Sutekh, the brothers are used to traverse between worlds to collect dark souls which sustains their fathers power.

In Sins of the Soul we follow Alastor as he desperately searches for clues before his brother's soul moves on to the afterlife and is truly lost to them forever. Time is running out and the last thing Alastor needs is to be distracted by the stunningly beautiful and ruthless assassin Naphre. Naphre has her own secrets as well and when Alastor is forced to bargain her soul for answers about his brother's death he must make a choice: Sacrifice Naphre for information, or loose this possible lead to identifying the murderer to keep her safe.

I would go so far as to say you cannot fully enjoy this book without reading the first. These books easily flow one into the next to tell an intriguing and suspenseful tale and to miss the first one would be somewhat confusing. Each character from book one and now book two play a part, no matter how significant, in finding Lokan's soul and his killer. These characters are all part of a paranormal universe that is quiet interesting. The brothers are soul reapers and in this story, the heroine is an assassin. Silver uses Egyptian history and terminology throughout to set up the rules for her world which adds an extra flare of dark elements and mythology to story.

Alastor is perhaps my favorite out of all the brothers. He is confident and embodies a masculine elegance that is very attractive in paranormal heroes. He is the one that would appear to never harm you, but really is a hidden predator, ready to strike and harm anyone who stands in his way. What becomes amusing is how Naphre does nothing but shake and anger his controlling nature. She is fearless, unwavering in allowing anyone to tell her what to do. Both have questionable morals and their occupations are certainly not paved with good intentions, but Silver writes them so carefully you just don't seem to care. Through this story you learn more about why they do what they do and become sympathetic to their cause. As a reader you hold high hopes that their lives take a turn for the better and they can find some kind of happiness.

Sins of the Soul is a pulse-pounding story and Alastor and Naphre are a very interesting duo. Their personalities are so similar. Both are self-sufficient, commanding, and always wanting control. So when they realize they cannot stand to be apart, it's a battle of wills that comes into play. Meanwhile, the various gods and villains of the underworld are causing trouble making themselves known and casting new suspicions and doubts around the identity of Lokan's killer. Little progress is made on discovering who killed their brother, but the series isn't over yet, so it's easy to assume all of this will be dealt with in the next novel.

Sins of the Soul is a very quick and light paranormal read. This is a page-turner that serves up all the best a paranormal book can offer. Whether it's the passion between the characters or the suspenseful action in the race to save Lokan, you are in for one wild ride with this novel!

Overall Rating: 4/5
Heat Level: 3/5

Lisa @ Once Upon A Chapter
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HASH(0xa98f0f54) out of 5 stars 3.5 Stars for the 2nd book in the Otherkin series Sept. 5 2010
By Stephanie G (Reviewer for Paranormal Haven) - Published on
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Alastor Krayl grew up living a privileged life filled with wealth and love. All that was taken away from the day he learned his father was the Underworld god of chaos and evil. It was the love and bond between him and his brother's that helped saved him from himself. With the news of his youngest brother's murder, Alastor will do anything to find out how killed his brother which may include the surrender of the woman he finds himself falling for.

Naphré Kurata is a reluctant Underworld enforcer with secrets she has no interest in sharing. There are people who want her dead and Underworld gods fighting over who her soul belongs to. Her only hope in finding answers is trusting the dangerously seductive soul reaper Alastor who is hiding secrets of his own.

Naphré doesn't want to be an assassin but a deal she made with an unnamed demon left her with no choice. Since this is something she is forced to do she will only take assignments that target killers. I feel bad that she doesn't own her own soul and I admire her courage to stand up to demons and only go after those who hurt others Really, who is brave enough to tell a demon to piss off? I normally don't like stories where two characters fall for each other so quickly like Naphré and Alastor did but I could see how they fit together. They are each others missing piece. Like Naphré, Alastor's world is shaken up and they both need a sense of order to keep sane. What they are now is in large part (in Alastor's case there was never another choice) due to their parents so I learned to accept and enjoy their quick trip to the big admission of love. Although to me, it felt like their relationship was more about lust and control but I was ok with it.

The story from Sins Of The Heart continues in Sins Of The Soul. The youngest son of Sutekh is murdered and the remaining surviving sons are trying to find out who did. They are also trying to find his soul and remains so they can bring him back to life. The brothers are gathering more peaces of the puzzle and trying to figure out how they fit together. Even though we get a few scenes of Lokan (or rather is soul) and some more light shed on who was involved in his murder, the majority of the page time was dedicated to figuring out why Underworld goddess Izanami wants Naphré's soul so bad and the journey to her realm. As much as I liked the story between this two, I wished there would have been more to the Lokan story. A lot of questions were left unanswered and I hope to find more actual story in the next book, Sins Of The Flesh which will be out on October 1st.
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HASH(0xa99003a8) out of 5 stars Alastor's story heats up as series continues Sept. 5 2010
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Sins of the Soul is the second in Silver's series of Otherkin books, after Sins of the Heart (Hqn); the books' mythology is based on the Egyptian Book of the Dead and follow the story of three half-human, half-god sons of Sutekh, the God of Chaos.

This is absolutely a series that has to be read in order and isn't one in which you can pick up a book as a standalone. It follows the arc of the murder of the fourth brother that takes place in Sins of the Heart and there's information in it that explains the various gods, worshippers, guardians, enforcers and the parties that are involved that will have you lost within the first few chapters of this if you haven't read that first. Sins of the Heart is a terrific story alone and completely worth reading to get to Sins of the Soul.

Youngest brother Lokan was killed in Sins of the Heart, something that would ordinarily have been impossible. His body was dismembered, the pieces scattered, the tattoo on his chest delivered to his father as proof of his death. His body and soul separated, he's doomed to forever exist in between life and death; his brothers are desperately working to find and reanimate him and find his killers. Suspects include a mysterious sect that appears to worship Sutekh, the Daughters of Aset, followers of an enemy of Sutekh's, and probably more than one other god.

Second-eldest brother Alastor is following up a lead on a scuzzball that might have been there the night his brother was killed when he encounters underworld enforcer Naphre, who has just killed his potential witness. Alastor is a soul reaper, and collects the witnesses', but decides to keep his eye on Naphre too. Naphre turned her back on her destined path as a Daugher of Aset Guide, but jumped from the frying pan into the fire and ended up as a hired gun when she sold her soul to a demon she doesn't even know. Now she's also in the sights of a cult that worships Sutekh, and Alastor wonders if it's connected to Lokan's murder.

When he tries to deliver the soul he collected the night he met Naphre to his father to see if he can read any information from it, he finds out it's his father who owns Naphre's, and not only that, the soul with the information belongs to another god and to get it back, he'll have to bargain with Naphre's by delivering her to a goddess who may or may not want to hang on to her in the underworld forever. Not that Alastor has any intention of letting that happen. As with the first book, the action is fast and storytelling vivid; I'm not sure how much I enjoyed reading about the envoy made up entirely of maggots, centipedes, spiders and the like, but Silver did an amazing job bringing her to, uh, life.

Sins of the Heart was very much a book that laid the framework for the series and because of that, was a little dry romantically. Sins of the Soul is its polar opposite. This is a boiling pot. Despite his very proper British behavior and vocabulary, Alastor is absolutely smoking and despite her steely, hired gun, tough girl exterior, Naphre has it very, very bad for him. The scenes between these two zing; I loved the snappy dialogue, the little quirks each of them have, the way they play off of each other. There's always that little intangible "it" factor when you read a book and can tell when an author has really connected with his or her own characters and gained real affection for them and I think Silver really achieved that with Alastor and Naphre, and it made me fall for them all that much more. There's much less advancement of the murder plot here, but this is the emotional, raw and sexy book that Daegan's didn't have a chance to be. In a season of paranormals that was sort of a dud for me, this is a standout series and I can't wait to dig into Mal's story, Sins of the Flesh (Hqn).
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HASH(0xa9900774) out of 5 stars The Gentleman and The Assassin Jan. 30 2011
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Alaster is a soul reaper, the son of Sutekh, a powerful Underworld deity. He was raised by humans, spoiled and loved as the only "son" of a Baron. Upon adulthood, he was ripped from his privileged existence, taken to the Underworld by his real father. By the time he went Topworld again, many decades had passed and his human family had passed on. Alaster is still grieving for the life and family he lost.

Naphre is a reluctant assassin. She broke ranks with the Daughters of Aset because she did not want to become an assassin. After a potentially fatal car accident, she sold her soul to a demon in order to save her and her father's lives. A few months later, her father dies from Legionnaire's Disease, and she is pulled into service as... an assassin. Can't escape your fate.

These two are kindred spirits as they are honor bound to be something that is anathemic to each of them. However, they do their best to fulfill their duties within their own rules. Naphre will only kill bad guys. Alaster reaps souls for his father, but is confrontational with his father upon delivery. Both have control issues. Alaster's focus is on finding information pertaining to his brother's death, but when that runs counter to keeping Naphre safe, he finds himself torn. When Naphre finds out that Alaster has been hiding his knowledge of who holds her soul, she is furious with him. She finds it hard to hold onto the anger as Alaster puts her over his desire to bring Lokan's killers to justice again and again.

Alaster can't walk away from Naphre, even though he knows being with her compromises his mission to find his brother's murderer. They are so drawn to each other, and the love scenes have a great emotion to them, as well as being scorchingly hot. Alaster appreciates the fact that Naphre can kick butt on her own, and Naphre is smart enough to know when she is outgunned.

While there is a lot going on in the book, there is minimal arc advancement. Alaster's anger issues are foreshadowed heavily in both Sins of the Heart and Sins of the Soul, but nothing really comes of it. As a reader, that is one of my pet peeves.

I love the interaction between Alaster and his remaining brothers, Dae and Mal. The Underworld Ms. Silver has created is rich with detail and steeped in mythology. The series is fast flowing and imminently readable, lush with details. Naphre and Alaster are terrific together as they work through their issues to find their way to each other. Overall, an enjoyable read.
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HASH(0xa9900858) out of 5 stars A Rollercoaster Ride Oct. 6 2010
By Angela - Published on
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This is such a fun, mysterious, and engaging series. Each book is about one of the brothers and they are trying to find out who killed brother number 4, Lokan, to seek vengeance, and possibly bring him back. This book was centered around Alaster. We still get to see glimpses of Dagan and Roxy, who were the leads of the last book, which was great since I completely loved them!

Alaster was a great character. He was flawed and insecure in some ways, but also strong and completely yummy! He missed and mourned the family he had before he realized who he was, but he also let it make him stronger. Naphre was a great female lead. She's a Topworld assassin, an assassin on earth, carrying out the jobs for the demons. Don't worry though, Nephre has her own set of moral codes, she only kills killers. Naphre won't accept jobs that don't fit into the bad guy code. She's strong and funny, and a smart-ass, which I love!

This series is great because it's so original in it's paranormal element. I love all the twists and turns that the politics of the underworld takes. The mystery keeps me guessing, every time I think I have it figured out, another twist gets thrown in and I'm trying to figure it out all over again. Overall, this book was just a great as the first and I can't wait to see what happens next!

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