Dark Destiny (Carpathian Series #13)

Dark Destiny (Carpathian Series #13)

by Christine Feehan
Dark Destiny (Carpathian Series #13)

Dark Destiny (Carpathian Series #13)

by Christine Feehan

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Overview

The thrilling 13th book in #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan’s paranormal Carpathian/Dark series.

They were masters of the darkness, searching through eternity for a mistress of the light . . .

Destiny’s childhood had been a nightmare of violence and pain until she heard his voice calling out to her. Golden and seductive. The voice of an angel.

Nicolae had shown her how to survive, taught her to use her unique gifts, trained her in the ancient art of hunting the vampire. Yet he could not bend her to his will. He could not summon her to him, no matter how great his power.

As she battled centuries-old evil in a glittering labyrinth of caverns and crystals, he whispered in her mind, forging an unbreakable bond of trust and need. Only with him can she find the courage to embrace the seductive promise of her. . . Dark Destiny.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780062016478
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 06/22/2010
Series: Carpathian Series
Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
Format: eBook
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 31,097
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

About The Author

Christine Feehan is a #1 New York Times bestselling author, with over 90 published novels in seven different series: Dark Series, GhostWalker Series, Leopard Series, Drake Sisters Series, Sea Haven Series, Shadow Series, and Torpedo Ink Series. All seven of her series have hit the #1 spot on the New York Times bestseller list.

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Dark Destiny


By Christine Feehan

Dorchester Publishing Company

ISBN: 0-8439-5050-1


Chapter One

She woke to the knowledge that she was a murderess and that she would kill again. It was the only reason she continued her existence. It was what she lived for. To kill. Pain and hunger crawled through her body endlessly, relentlessly. She lay very still with the earth surrounding her, staring up at the star-studded night sky. It was bitterly cold. She was bitterly cold, the blood flowing in her veins like ice water, an acid that burned it was so cold.

Call me to you. I will warm you.

She closed her eyes as the voice slipped into her head. He called to her on every rising now. The voice of an angel. The heart of the demon. Her savior. Her mortal enemy. Very slowly she allowed her breath to seep into her lungs, her heart to continue with its steady beating. Another endless night. There had been so many and all she wanted was rest.

She floated out of the ground, clothing herself with the ease of long practice, her body clean, where her soul was damned. The sounds of the night were all around her, whispers and scents that flooded her senses with information. She was hungry. She needed to go into the city. As hard as she tried, she could not overcome the need for rich hot blood. It beckoned and called to her as nothing else could.

Destiny found herself in a familiar part of the city. Her body traveled the accustomed path before she had even thought where she was going. The small church tucked into the rising buildings and maze of narrow streets and alleyways beckoned to her. She knew the offices and homey bars where the locals frequented and knew each other by name. The small city within the larger city. The buildings were stacked on top of each other, some touching sides, others with narrow pathways between them. She was familiar with each and every apartment and office building. She knew the occupants and she knew their secrets. She watched over them, watched over their lives, yet she was always alone, always apart.

Reluctantly Destiny climbed the steps to the church and stood at the entrance as she had so many times in the past. With her acute hearing she knew the building was occupied, that the priest was finishing his duties and would be leaving. He was much later than usual.

She heard the rustle of the priest's robes as he moved through the church to the double doors. He would lock them, he always locked them before he left, but it wouldn't matter, Destiny could open them easily enough. She waited in the darkness, deep in the shadows where she belonged, watching the priest in silence, nearly holding her breath. There was an urgency inside her, a desperation. She returned again and again to the beauty of the small church. Something drew her, called to her, nearly as strongly as the call for blood. Sometimes she believed it was where she was supposed to die, other times she thought repentance might be enough. She always went to the church when she knew she had no choice but to feed.

The priest stood for a moment just outside the doors, looking around him, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He actually looked right at her, yet she knew she was invisible to him. He started to speak, hesitated, and made the sign of the cross in her direction. Destiny held her breath, waited for a lightning bolt to strike her. Find peace, my child, the priest murmured softly and made his way down the stairs with his slow, measured tread. She remained in the shadows, as still as the mountains rising above the city. She waited until long after he had gone down the block and turned into the narrow alley leading to the garden behind his rectory. Only then did she dare to let her breath out slowly, to breathe again.

When Destiny went to the ornate double doors, this time they weren't locked. She looked back to the street where the priest had disappeared around the corner. He knew then. He knew she needed his church and he had silently given his permission for her to enter into the sacred, hallowed place. He didn't know what she was, but he was a good man and he believed all souls could be saved. She pushed open the doors with a trembling hand.

Destiny stood in the doorway of the empty church, wrapped in the darkness, her only ally. She shivered, not from the cold air surrounding her, but from the ice deep within her soul. Despite the pitch black interior, Destiny could see easily, every detail of the church s beauty. She stared at the crucifix over the altar for a long time, her mind in turmoil. Pain crawled through her as it did every moment of her existence. Hunger was sharp and ravenous. Shame was her constant companion. Destiny had come to this sacred place to confess her sins. She was a murderess and she would kill again and again. It would be her way of life until she found the courage to destroy the evil thing that she had become. She dared not enter, dared not ask for sanctuary.

She stood for a long moment in silence with a terrible unfamiliar burning behind her eyes. It took her a few moments to realize the sensation was tears. She wanted to weep, but what was the use of it? She had learned tears brought the echo of ugly, demonic laughter and she had taught herself not to cry. Never to cry.

Why do you insist on suffering? The voice was deceptively beautiful. Male. Gentle. A soothing blend of masculine exasperation and charm. I feel your pain, it is sharp and terrible and pierces my heart like an arrow. Call me to your side. I will come to you at once, you know I can do no other. Call out to me. There was an underlying whisper of power, of compulsion. You know me. You have always known me.

The voice brushed at the walls of her mind like the flutter of butterfly wings. It whispered over her skin, seeped into her pores and wrapped itself around her heart. She breathed the voice into her lungs until she needed to answer, to hear it again. To call out. To obey. She needed that voice. It had kept her alive. It had kept her sane. It had taught her things, hideous, murderous, but necessary things.

I feel your need. Why do you insist on silence? You hear me, just as I feel you when your pain becomes too much to be borne.

Destiny shook her head, a firm denial against the temptation of that voice. The movement sent her thick mane of rich dark hair flying in all directions. She wanted to rid her mind of the deceptive purity of that voice. Nothing could induce her to answer, she would not ever be trapped by a beguiling voice again. She had learned that lesson the hard way, sentenced to a living hell she dared not think about.

Destiny forced air into her lungs, controlling her emotions, knowing that there was a chance the hunter could trace her through the sharpness of her despair. A movement in the nearby shadows had her whirling around, crouching low, a dangerous predator ready to attack.

There was a silence and then once again movement. A woman moved up the steps of the church slowly, coming into Destiny's line of vision. She was tall and elegant with flawless coffee-cream skin and hair the color of a raven's wing. Her hair curled in every direction, a riot of shiny spirals spilling down to her neck, framing her oval face. Her large brown eyes were probing the darker shadows, searching for signs she was not alone.

Destiny used preternatural speed, slipping deep into the recesses of the corner alcove, back away from the church doors, using stillness to her advantage. She froze in place, hardly daring to breathe.

The woman walked to the double doors, stood for a moment, one hand resting on the edge of the open door. She sighed softly. I came here looking for you. My name is MaryAnn Delaney. I know you know who I am. I know you come here sometimes, I've seen you. I saw you tonight and I know you're here. She waited a heartbeat. Two. Somewhere, she whispered aloud, as if talking to herself.

Destiny pressed her body so tightly against the side of the church her skin hurt. They were both in terrible danger, but only one of them was aware of it.

I know you re here, please don t run away again, MaryAnn said softly. Despite her thick jacket, she rubbed her arms to ward off the cold. Just talk with me. I have so much to say to you, so much to thank you for. Her voice was low, gentle, as if she were speaking to a wild thing, coaxing it to trust her.

There was a terrible tightness in Destiny's chest. She was choking, suffocating, hardly able to breathe. She waited a heartbeat. Two. Drew deeper into the shadows. She could hear the sound of her own heart beating. She could hear MaryAnn s heart following the rhythm of hers. She could hear the beckoning invitation of the ebb and flow of blood rushing through veins. Calling to her. Elevating her terrible hunger. Her tongue felt the sharpness of her lengthening incisors. She trembled with the effort to control herself, to stop the inevitable.

This woman was everything that she was not. MaryAnn Delaney. Destiny knew her well. She was compassionate and brave and her life was dedicated to helping others. A light seemed to shine from her very soul. Destiny listened to her often, her lectures, her group discussions, even her one on one counseling sessions. Destiny had appointed herself MaryAnn s unofficial protector.

You saved my life. A few weeks ago, when that man broke into my home and attacked me, you came in and saved me. I know you were hurt, there was blood on your clothes, but when the paramedics came, you were gone. MaryAnn closed her eyes for a moment reliving the terror of waking up to find a furious man standing over her bed. He had dragged her out from under the covers by her hair, punching her so hard and so fast she had no time to defend herself. He was the husband of a woman she had helped escape into a sanctuary and he was determined to get the address from her. He had pounded her into a heap of refuse on the floor, kicking her and then stabbing at her with a large knife. She had the raw scars on her arms where she had tried to protect herself. I didn't tell anyone you were there. I didn't say a word about you to the police. They thought he must have tripped over the overturned furniture and fell awkwardly and broke his neck. I didn't betray you. There's no need to worry, the police aren't looking for you. They don't know anything about you.

Destiny bit down hard on her lip and stubbornly remained silent. Thankfully the incisors had receded. She had enough sins on her soul without adding MaryAnn to the list of her victims.

Please answer me, MaryAnn opened her arms wide. I don't understand why you won't talk to me. What harm could there be in telling me if you were hurt that night? There was blood all over you and it wasn't from me and it wasn't his blood.

(Continues...)



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Interviews

An Interview with Christine Feehan

Meet Destiny, the first female vampire hunter in Christine Feehan's bestselling Dark series. In the richly drawn world of the Carpathians, Destiny is one of Feehan's most complex characters: a beautiful young psychic and vampire hunter who has lived in pain and terror since childhood, when her parents were killed by a vampire who also converted her into a creature of the night. Her only ally -- for years heard, not seen -- has been the Carpathian Nicolae, who has taught her to kill vampires and to sustain herself by feeding on humans without killing. Now that Destiny is fully grown, Nicolae is convinced that she is his lifemate, yet realizes that only if she can overcome the horrors of an abusive childhood and accept her gifts will she be ready for a love that will last for eternity. Destiny's emergence from the traumas of her past and her awakening to passion, even as she battles with the undead and fights for Nicolae's life, will delight the many fans of this series.

Heart to Heart talked with Christine Feehan to find out more about this addition to the Dark series.

Heart to Heart: What was your creative inspiration for the world of the Carpathians, and how has it evolved over time?

Christine Feehan: I began writing the Dark series after the loss of my oldest child in a tragic accident. I woke up every morning and went about my regular business, but felt nothing. It was like being in a dark tunnel, unable to find my way out. Eventually I decided the one thing I had to hang on to was my writing, and I began to write stories about a species who had to live without color or emotion, who existed and did what they were required to do, but needed their other half to really live. Of course I gave them my own problems, the terrible burden of losing children. I also worked with battered women teaching self-defense at the time, so my views of how women and children should be cherished crept into the stories as well. I believe in family, and I gave that trait to the Carpathians as well. Out of my grief, the Carpathians were born.

HtoH: We think readers will love the character Destiny, your first female vampire hunter! Did you have any particular challenges creating the character and the changing relationship with her lifemate?

CF: Destiny was the character I wrote for the women I've met along the way in my life. Brave, enduring, women of honor. I definitely wanted her to be an engaging and sympathetic character so readers would see her in the light I saw her. The most difficult thing was keeping her reactions true to character. I sat up many nights with a friend who is a counselor, and we talked over and over about how Destiny would react in each situation because it was so important to me to be true to this character. I also had to do a very fine balancing act with her lifemate, Nicolae. He had to have the characteristics of the alpha Carpathian male, yet be true to his species and find a way to bring her happiness.

HtoH: Do you prefer writing the Dark series or contemporary stand-alones?

CF: I love writing both. I don't like to write two Dark books in a row. I don't want the books to get stale, nor do I want to get bored writing them. If that were to happen, I would stop immediately. I write for the love of writing. If I never published another book, I would still be writing stories. I love writing my sisters books, and my GhostWalker thrillers just as much as I love writing the Dark series. I feel the same way about my contemporaries!

HtoH: What's coming up next?

CF: I'm working on another Dark book at the moment, just finished a Drake sisters full-length book which was very fun to write, and I'm about to start my third GhostWalker thriller for Berkley!

HtoH: Thanks for visiting with us.

CF: Thank you for the opportunity to touch base with my readers! I hope you enjoy Dark Destiny.

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