(Audio book review) Male narrator, although not as good as the narrator of Berg's newest book, Dust and Light, still did a decent job. I didn't care for his reading of Dante, however. He does it with a deep, gravely voice, making Dante seem far, far older than just twenty six years. I had to try ...
the narration shifted to anne, daughter of the nominal villain of previous book, which was a bit jarring, since at the beginning anne - a severely introverted, reserved, intelligent but naive woman - possesses all the survival and political instincts of a particularly depressed suicidal lemming, ...
Wow. What can I say. I had to stop bringing this book along on the subway when nearing the end, as it was hard at times to stop shedding a tear or two over this gripping tale. Carol Berg seems to get better and better for each book!This is the last of a trilogy, filled with fascinating characters...
At the end of Transformation, I knew the story was far from done. Seyonne and Aleksander had defeated a demon and prevented a war, but still had to deal with the repercussions. Their victory had been, in part, a private one. The incidents leading up to Aleksander’s possession left a very real mar...
The Soul Weaver: Book Three of the Bridge of D'Arnath
Wow. WOW, Carol Berg, just… I have no words. Geez, it's like I have to drop every other book I've given 5 stars to down a notch just because they can't even come close to comparing to the power of this book...! I've just finished TRANSFORMATION and, as you can probably guess, was left utterly flo...
In Avonar, Gerick investigates the ancient king D'Arnath's own daughter, held captive by the Lords of Zhev'Na for a thousand years-or so she claims. Entangled in bonds of love, family, and secrecy, Gerick unravels the mysteries of ancient kings, ancient evil-and the dreadful truth of his own dest...
This is the first Carol Berg book I've read, but after finishing this last night I know it won't be the last. First I have to finish this quartet!The Lady Seriana has exiled herself from all she knows and all she is accustomed to, though with good reason and no hesitation. Her husband Karon was b...
For ten years, the noblewoman Seriana lived in exile, believing her husband Karon was dead, executed for practicing sorcery. But now she learns his soul has been anchored to this world by magic. He has been restored to life-though his memories of Seri are gone. When Seri's nephew is kidnapped-and...
Brutal imprisonment has broken Aidan McAllister. Once the most famous musician of his generation, celebrated as a man beloved of the gods, his voice is now silent, his hands ruined, his music that offered beauty and hope to war-torn Elyria destroyed. Even the god who nurtured his talent since boy...
The rebellious son of a long line of pureblood cartographers and diviners, Valen has spent most of his life trying to escape what society -- and his family -- have ordained for him. His own mother has predicted that he will meet his doom in water, blood, and ice. Her divination seems fulfilled wh...
As the land of Navronne sinks deeper into civil war and perilous winter, everyone wants to get their hands on the rebellious sorcerer Valen-a murderous priestess, a prince who steals dead men's eyes, and even the Danae guardians, whose magic nurtures the earth and whose attention could prove the ...
Yet I could not but feel a joyous awe that soothed long grievance. My second bent was not entirely dead. No matter the complications if the Registry found out, the fullness of the gods’ gift lived in me. Using both had never felt wrong or aberrant. And my grandsire had encouraged that belief—unti...
falling . . . into endless night and boundless silence . . . into nothing . . . I screamed but no sound reached my ears. Without touch or hearing, sight or taste, my body was vanishing, shredding into flakes like flying ash. But senses returned in a rush when the darkness ...
“You’ve had the free use of my home all morning. I’ll not apologize for reclaiming a bit of it.” I pulled my left arm out from under the hide-covered box, relieved to find the limb intact, and I tried to disengage my head from a pile of colorful woven goods. I scarcely had time to glimpse the fla...
“My lady,” he whispered. “Would you be kind enough to stepoutside where we could speak? I would most appreciate it. The Prince has said it will take him a goodlytime to care for the boy.” “Yes . . . yes. Of course.” This could not be a dream if I was stammering so foolishly. “Of course I’llspeak ...