Spotlight & Giveaway: Archangel’s Resurrection by Nalini Singh

Today, HJ is pleased to share with you Nalini Singh’s new release: Archangel’s Resurrection

New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh takes us into the dangerous, haunting world of archangels . . . and a love that is legend.

 
For thousands of years, the passion between Alexander, Archangel of Persia, and Zanaya, Queen of the Nile, burned furious and bright, seemingly without end. But to be an archangel is to be bound to power violent and demanding. Driven by its primal energy, Alexander and Zanaya fought as fiercely as they loved, locked in an endless cycle of devotion and heartbreak. It is only Zanaya’s decision to Sleep that ends their love story.

Eons later, the Cascade of Death wakens them both. The passion between them a flame that yet burns, Alexander and Zanaya stand together in one last battle against the ultimate darkness. But even a warrior archangel cannot win every war. Alexander’s scream shatters the world as Zanaya falls, broken and silent . . . only to rise again in a miracle that may be a devastating curse. For is it truly the Queen of the Nile who has been resurrected?

Only one thing is clear: This is the last beat of their passionate, angry dance. The final song for Alexander and his Zani . . .

Enjoy an exclusive excerpt from Archangel’s Resurrection 

Alexander saw Lijuan attack Zanaya.
Fighting to get to her, he witnessed Zanaya’s wings droop, her body go limp.
But her mind, it was yet functional, yet held enough power for her to reach out to him along a pathway so old that it was part of his most elemental being: Xander . . . kill me. She must be sto—
Even had he the heart to follow her whispered plea, it was too late. Lijuan went noncorporeal again, dropping Zanaya from the sky. And his Zani’s wings were crumpled, her body dropping akin to a broken bird’s. Zani! Zani!
Silence, nothing but silence from his quicksilver lover with her wicked tongue.
He caught her before she could hit the hard earth, his Zani, her spirit so bright and beautiful. Making a hard turn in midair, he arrowed his way toward the Tower infirmary. “Hold on, Zani. Hold on!” It was an order, but she was beyond hearing him.
Her body was a whisper, so light that it was as if she was made of air. Her skin had turned to paper, the flesh of her curves just gone and her skin cold, so cold. Cradling her as close as he could while not hurting her, he kept on talking to her, kept on trying to make her respond. But all he heard was a silence without end.
Then, and through all the hours that followed.
“You promised you’d speak to me after the battle,” he whispered to her after they’d vanquished the monster Lijuan had become, and he carried Zanaya’s broken body to Cassandra’s fire.
The seer of legend had promised to hold her safe.
Again, his Zani who’d never hesitated to speak around him, said nothing. Her silence was a wound bigger than any other she could’ve inflicted on him.
He pressed a trembling kiss to her lips, and it tasted of the salt of his tears. “I can’t exist in a world where you do not.” He’d only lived this long because, no matter his anger at her, he knew that she Slept whole and unharmed. “Come back to me, my Zani.”
Silence.
Until the very moment when he forced himself to give her into Cassandra’s embrace. The seer’s lilac hair was licked by the gold and orange of the enormous, impossible fissure deep into the earth above which they hovered, and the seafoam auroras of her haunting—haunted—eyes were tender, her arms careful as she cradled Zanaya against the floating softness of her gown.
“You will care for her.” It came out an order.
Cassandra didn’t tell him he had no right to give her orders. Gaze lost in the terrible gift that drove her to a madness that had her clawing out her eyes when she could no longer stand it, she said, “Alexander, Archangel of Persia, Child of Gzrel and Cendrion, before you lie two paths.”
Her tone was eerie, echoing as if spoken in a great chamber.
Gut tight, Alexander clenched his fists. It took everything he had to keep his tone civil. “I don’t wish for blurry prophecies that could mean anything and need to be interpreted. I want to know if Zanaya will rise and when.”
Cassandra looked down at the body in her arms, a body she’d already wreathed in her flame. “This I do not know.” Her face was soft now, her voice softer. “But I know this, Alexander, this is an ending . . . but it isn’t the last ending. That, too, will come. Choose with care for it will be the forever last.”
Then she was gone, taking with her his Zani with her brilliant spirit and warrior’s heart.
His own heart broke.

Copyright © 2022 by Nalini Singh

Excerpt. ©Nalini Singh. Posted by arrangement with the publisher. All rights reserved.
 
 

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Meet the Author:

Nalini Singh is the New York Times bestselling author of the Guild Hunter series, which includes most recently, Archangel’s Light. She is also the author of the Psy-Changeling novels including Last Guard, Alpha Night, Wolf Rain, Ocean Light, Silver Silence, and Allegiance of Honor.
 
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