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Step into New York Times bestseller Nalini Singh's explosive and shockingly passionate Psy-Changeling world...
A dangerous, volatile rebel, hands stained bloodred.
A woman whose very existence has been erased.
A love story so dark, it may shatter the world itself.
A deadly price that must be paid.
The day of reckoning is here.
From "the alpha author of paranormal romance" (Booklist) comes the most highly anticipated novel of her career--one that blurs the line between madness and genius, between subjugation and liberation, between the living and the dead.
- Sales Rank: #19582 in eBooks
- Published on: 2013-06-04
- Released on: 2013-06-04
- Format: Kindle eBook
Review
"A must-read for all of my fans."--Christine Feehan, #1 New York Times bestselling author
"Scorching hot."--Dear Author
"I don't think there is a single paranormal series as well planned, well written, and downright fantabulous as Ms. Singh's Psy-Changeling series."--All About Romance
"Paranormal romance at its best."--Publishers Weekly
"A fast-moving, heart-pounding, sexy-as-hell thrill ride."--Joyfully Reviewed
"Nalini Singh is a master storyteller when it comes to emotions and relationships."
--Dark Faerie Tales
"Sheer genius."--The Romance Reviews
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nalini Singh lives and works in beautiful New Zealand, and is passionate about writing. She also loves chatting to readers. You can find her on Twitter (@nalinisingh) and Facebook (facebook.com/authornalinisingh), and via her website: nalinisingh.com
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Chapter 1
Kaleb Krychek, cardinal telekinetic and a man no one wanted to meet alone on a dark night, had been searching for his quarry for seven years, three weeks, and two days. Even while he slept, his mind had continued to hunt through the sprawling psychic network that was the heartbeat and the cage of the Psy race. Not for a day, not for a second, had he forgotten his search, forgotten what they’d taken from him.
Everyone involved would pay. He’d make certain of it.
Right now, however, he had different priorities, his search complete, his target huddled in a corner of a small, windowless room in his isolated home on the outskirts of Moscow. Crouching down in front of her, he held out a glass of water. “Drink.”
Her response was to crush herself impossibly further into the corner and tighten her arms around the knees she hugged to her chest. She’d spent the hour since he’d retrieved her from her prison rocking to and fro in brittle silence. Her hair was a tangled rats’ nest around her face, her upper arms bearing both fresh scratches and marks of older gouges.
She was still a bare five feet, two inches . . . or so he judged. She’d been in a huddled position pre-teleport, had only curled further into her shell in the past sixty minutes. Her eyes—a blue so deep they were midnight—refused to meet his, skittering away if he entered her line of sight.
Now she ducked her head, the matted waist-length strands that should’ve been a rich black interwoven with unexpected strands of red-gold, dull and greasy around her down-bent face. That face was all bone under pallid skin of palest brown, the nails on her hands gnawed to the quick yet embedded with dried blood that said she’d used the stubs to viciously scratch either her own skin or another’s, perhaps both.
At last, he understood why the NetMind and DarkMind, the twin entities that knew every corner of the vast psychic network that connected all Psy on the planet but for the renegades, had been unable to find her—regardless of how many times he’d made the request or how much information he’d given them in an effort to narrow the scope of the search. Kaleb had been inside her mind during retrieval, had needed to be to complete the teleport, and even then, he wouldn’t have known it was her if he hadn’t had incontrovertible evidence to the contrary. The person she’d been was gone.
Whether what remained was anything more than a broken shell was yet an unanswered question.
“Drink or I’ll leave you to wallow in your filth.”
He used words that would’ve once caused her to react—but he didn’t know if that part of her existed any longer. The file he’d so meticulously put together over the years, the file he’d studied until he could recite the contents in his sleep, was going to be useless. She was no longer that girl with her hair brushed straight and shiny and midnight eyes that seemed to see far beyond the skin.
“Perhaps you enjoy smelling like something from the garbage.”
The rocking increased.
Logic said he needed to get a Psy-Med specialist in here as fast as possible. But Kaleb knew he wasn’t going to do that. He trusted very, very few people and he trusted no one when it came to her. Since his current approach wasn’t bearing the results he wanted, he shifted focus with the ease of a man who had no emotional attachment to a decision.
“Your lips are cracked and it’s clear you haven’t had enough fluids for at least twenty-four hours.” In the split second that he’d teleported into the white-on-white room where she’d been held, the overhead light cutting in its torturous brightness, he’d seen the bottles thrown at the wall, the liquid soaked into the floor.
His initial assumption had been that the painful brightness was a normal part of her existence, but it may have been a punishment, her captors attempting to break her will. That it wasn’t already broken. . . yes, it said something about the woman who refused to interact with him on any level.
“If you wanted to kill yourself,” he said, watching for even the most minor response to the brutal words, “there are easier ways than dying of thirst. Or aren’t you intelligent enough to work that out?”
The rocking accelerated further.
“I can as easily pin you to the wall and force the water down your throat. I won’t even need to touch you.”
She hissed at him, dark blue orbs glinting behind the tangled mass of her hair.
He didn’t move, didn’t betray any reaction to the fact that she’d responded in some fashion at last, even if it was nonverbal. “Drink it. I won’t ask again.”
Still she resisted. Unexpected. Her mind might be broken, but it wasn’t—had never been—unintelligent. No, her intellect was so piercing, her teachers had struggled to keep up with her. She had to be aware that refusing him wasn’t an option. The power of a cardinal telekinetic was vast. He could crack every bone in her body with a fleeting thought, crush those bones into dust if he so chose. Even if she no longer understood that, she’d experienced his strength when he teleported her from her cell and to his home; she had to comprehend her precarious situation.
Her eyes flicked to the glass in his hand, teeth biting down on her badly cracked lower lip. Yet she didn’t reach for the water she so patently needed. Why?
He took a moment to think, consider the circumstances in which he’d found her. “It’s not drugged,” he said, talking to a face that held no recognition, no sign that she remembered their final blood-soaked encounter, an encounter where she’d screamed for so long and in such agony she’d caused damage to her throat that would’ve needed medical attention to repair.
“Infused with the minerals and vitamins that you need,” he continued, “but not drugged. You’re no use to me in a coma.” Holding her gaze when it finally connected with his, he took a healthy swallow of the water, then held out the glass.
It was snatched from him a second later. He’d teleported in another full glass from the kitchen before she finished the first. She emptied them both. Getting rid of the glass with a negligible use of his telekinesis, he rose from his crouched position in front of her. “Do you want to eat first or shower?”
She stared up at him, eyes narrowed.
“Fine, I’ll make the decision for you.” He brought in a plate of fresh, uncut fruit, as well as a thick slice of bread spread with butter and honey. It wasn’t the kind of food he ate—like most Psy, he lived on nutrition bars, for Silence thrived in the absence of sensation, and taste was a powerful one.
His guest’s Silence, however, had been shattered a lifetime ago. Sensation might well be the key to bringing her back from the mental wasteland where she’d retreated, her personality and abilities entombed. Teleporting in a knife, he sliced the bread into four smaller pieces, then, going down on his haunches, held the plate out to her. She stared for over a minute before selecting a piece not in the quick jab he’d expected, but with measured deliberation.
So, her captors hadn’t starved her. She’d chosen not to eat.
It took no effort to reach out with his mind, set the water to boil in the kitchen, prepare a mug of tea just hot enough that she could sip it. He dumped three teaspoons of sugar in the mug before bringing it in for her. This time, she didn’t hesitate, cuddling the mug to her chest.
Heat.
Realizing she was cold, he adjusted the thermostat to further warm up the already warm room. She didn’t react except to take another quarter of the bread. As she ate with slow neatness, he had the sense he was being evaluated. It would’ve been easy to jump to the conclusion that she wasn’t as broken as she appeared, that this was all a clever act, but the fleeting moments he’d spent in her mind told a far different story.
She’d been splintered from the inside out.
The intelligence that judged him at this instant was more akin to the primal hindbrain that existed within every civilized being, the part that knew how to identify predator from prey, danger from safety. It wasn’t the level of function he needed from her, but it was better than total catatonia or actual physical brain damage.
Her brain was fine. It was her mind that was broken.
Picking up an apple, he went to cut it, but her eyes flicked left to the grapes. He didn’t say a word, simply put down the apple and turned the plate so the grapes were close to her hand. She ate four, took a sip of tea, and stopped.
Half a slice of bread, four grapes, two glasses of water, and a sip of tea.
It was a better result than he might have initially predicted.
“I’ll leave this here for you,” he said, rising to put the plate on the small table on the far side of the bed. “If you want more, or something different, you’ll have to get it from the kitchen yourself.”
That got her attention.
The subtle rocking that had restarted when he rose to his feet stopped, and he knew she was listening. He had read Psy-Med Journals in preparation for the eventuality that she was broken when he found her, had even sat in remotely on countless lectures on the subject, but where the specialists recommended quiet, calm, gentle interaction, he knew the primitive mind behind those eyes of midnight blue would see right through such an act.
He was the monster that stalked nightmare, and they both knew it.
“You can move around the house as you please,” he told her, calculating how many years it had been since she’d been allowed any kind of freedom. The entire span of her captivity? If so, in this he could understand the impact on her psyche better than any stranger with psycho-medical training.
“The reason this room has no windows,” he said, answering the question she hadn’t asked, but that had to be at the surface of her consciousness, “was to negate the possibility of panic on your part at being removed from a closed environment.”
Her shoulders stiffened. Perhaps, he thought, there was more than an animal mind present within the fragile shell of her body. Perhaps. “If you prefer another room, choose it. For now, the bathroom is through there.” He pointed to the door on the other side of the bed, having deliberately chosen the smallest suite in the house for the same reason he’d given for the lack of windows.
He’d built the suite for her, for this exact possibility.
It was impossible to predict how she might react to the wide-open vista that encircled the house. He had no neighbors within screaming distance . . . further. The one side not bounded by grassy fields housed the terrace—and it was flush up against a jagged gorge. A terrace, he realized all at once, that had no railings, and could be reached by any number of rooms in the house, including the bedroom across from this one.
He was already retrieving the supplies to fix that oversight as he spoke. “If you wish to continue to smell like a pigsty, that’s your choice. However, when I get sick of the stink, I’ll simply teleport you into the shower, clothes and all, and turn on the water while pouring liquid soap over your head.”
The rocking had stopped totally by now.
“There are civilian clothes for you in the closet.” Not every piece would fit her emaciated frame, but she’d have enough for the time being. “If you’re attached to your institutional uniform”—a white smock, white pants, both filthy—“there’s a clean set in the dresser.” He’d sourced it a few minutes ago from a medical facility that would never notice the lack.
The woman in the corner remained mutinously silent.
Turning, he walked to the door, his fingers playing over the tiny platinum star in his pocket. “It’s after midnight. Sleep if you wish—if not, the house is yours to explore. I’ll be on the terrace.” He left without further words. This chess game was the most important of his life, each move as critical as the next. Those who’d held her captive had treated her as one might a dumb animal, but she was not that. No, she was far more gifted a prize. One he would do nothing to jeopardize.
As he would make no final decisions.
Not yet. Not until he knew how much of her they’d broken.
Kaleb could’ve built the barrier between the terrace and the gorge using his telekinetic abilities, but he stripped, changed into thin black sweatpants designed to keep the body cool and took on the task manually. As a Tk, energy was his lifeblood, but right now, he had an excess of it—not on the psychic plane, but on the physical.
Had he been human or changeling, the sudden spike in his energy levels might’ve been put down to excitement in achieving the goal that had been his driving force for seven years, in having her in his home and within reach. But he wasn’t a member of the emotional races. He was Psy and he was Silent, his emotions conditioned out of him when he’d been a child. His path to that Silence had been erratic at times, but the end result was the development of a coolly rational mind that held no shadow of fear or hope, anguish or excitement.
He had once had a large structural flaw in his conditioning, a bone-deep fracture in his Silence, but that had been in another life. The fracture had sealed to adamantine hardness, the weak spot morphing into the strongest part of his Silence, but he knew that behind the stone, the fault remained.
The day it no longer did . . . it was better for the world if that didn’t come to pass.
Wiping the sweat off his brow with his forearm, he turned up the voltage on the outdoor lights and began to drill in the screws that would ensure the metal barrier he was putting in place wouldn’t collapse even in a major earth tremor. He hadn’t searched so long for his quarry to lose her through a lack of preparation.
Even as he concentrated on the task, he kept an ear open for his guest. Some would say “prisoner” was the more apt term, but the words didn’t matter. Only the fact that she was in his grasp.
CRASH!
Drill abandoned, he’d teleported into her room before he consciously processed the violence of sound.
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120 of 123 people found the following review helpful.
This book will leave you awestruck
By Letitia
Rating: A ... Heat: Warm
**May contain minor spoilers. Spoilers aren't my intention. I mention who the hero is - but not who The Ghost is. You don't know 100% who it is till 2/3 in. There's so much going on in this book that it isn't the focus.**
This is the book all Psy-Changeling fans have been waiting for! Well, other than Hawke's book, which was one I desperately wanted from the very beginning. In Heart of Obsidian we get answers. Big answers. So many things happen that I'm hesitant to say anything at all. What should you know? Nalini Singh is pure genius--dark, twisted, and brilliant--and in Heart of Obsidian her genius really shines through.
Singh took a character I wasn't fond of and, in some instances, despised, and made him... well, not human, but... understandable. Relatable. She managed to keep him unapologetically true to character, a very dark sort of character, and made me feel for him. Care for him. Fall deeply, madly in love with an unscrupulous and ruthless man.
Kaleb Krycheck, former Councilor, is cold and inscrutable. A man known for his unconscionable deeds and his mercenary attitude. Kaleb is dedicated to one cause so completely he'd end the world for it. And, as a dual Cardinal with off-the-charts Tk abilities, he could - and would - end the world. Kaleb is a man so full of darkness, you don't want to like him. I actively fought not to like him. But the more you know, the deeper you fall into his darkness. He's a man capable of anything. So when he kidnaps a woman, who was previously kidnapped years ago and held captive - and steals her for himself, his motivations and reasons aren't obvious.
That woman, Sahara Kyriakus, is lost in her own mind. In a labyrinth of her own making. She turned her mind into a puzzle that her captors could never solve. The only person who can is Sahara herself. When she finds her usual windowless cage is swapped with another, and a new jailer is introduced, she remains on guard. Except nothing about this man who's taken her makes sense. He allows her freedoms and concessions and gives her truthful answers. Its disarming, confusing, and causes her defenses to begin unraveling all on their own.
Kaleb and Sahara... left me breathless. A broken Psy and a Silent Councilor. From their very first interactions, I was in their thrall. There have been cold men in the Psy-Changeling series, Jude was made of ice till Brenna thawed him some, but with Kaleb--there is no thawing. He's too powerful. He's too... much. His chill is to the marrow. And Sahara never tries to change him, because she knows the consequences would be too dire. To have a hero like Kaleb... he might not melt, but he sure as heck finds a way to melt you. Sahara stood no chance against a man so... impressively tenacious. The truth is a very powerful thing and he gives it to Sahara when no one else would. Even if it means she'll run from him.
And all of this takes place in the midst of the Psy civil wars that are bleeding out into the other races. Pure Psy is amping up their destruction and the casualties are piling up. Things are racing toward a big, big final showdown between Pure Psy and... well, everyone else. Inter-species relationships will never be the same. The Psy will never be the same. Good or bad, this book is a game changer.
Heart of Obsidian is intense on all levels--the romance, the action, the emotions, the drama. Nalini Singh has written a book that's savage in its intensity. It will rock you. The Psy-Changeling world is already impressive, but this book will leave you awestruck. I can't wait to see were Singh takes it from here.
163 of 173 people found the following review helpful.
Series Comes Together at Last
By Madeline
This is the book I have been waiting for. After the first two books in this excellent series, I was convinced that Singh had managed to come up with a killer template for the rest of the series: passionate romance in the midst of intense political games and violent clashes between ideologies set in a unique and sprawling fantasy world. However, the majority of the rest of the books in the series haven't fully done all that for me though.
Especially the recent ones just seem focused on the romance aspect between two lesser characters and haven't really seemed to push the overarching plot to the series. The thing about this series is though, I think the question of who the ghost is, and what's going to happen to the twin Net Minds, and whether a full on war is going to explode--are all more interesting than the romance of the week. Singh has simply created far too a wonderful world for these important matters to be pushed to the background. Therefore, I was hopeful that both we would soon get a book about Kaleb (as he is inexplicably one of my favorite characters even though it's been intimated many times that he's a sociopathic killer) as well as a book that would really push this series into a high gear regarding the series plots.
This book changes everything.
From the first page, you know big things are going to happen. Kaleb as a Councilor is simply too big a major player in the Psy world for his actions not to have massive consequences. We do find out who the ghost is, and without completely spoiling it for everyone, it's not wholly unexpected. In fact, it makes more sense than if she had picked another character-still it wasn't the big surprise that I was kind of hoping it would be. I think what made this book really different for me was that Kaleb, Nikita and Anthony finally band together beyond reactionary stuff. They make things happen as opposed to react together to things happening. On that note, the entire Psy world changes by the end of the book. The overarching plot is kicked into overdrive, and finally the big major changes that you hoped for actually happen.
Also, the romance furthers and pushes the plot forward as opposed to halting it in the middle. However, there were times that that their interactions got a little repetitive ("she's broken" etc.) It was otherwise well done though, with palpable tension between the two. I think it was very important for Kaleb to have someone that could kind of match up against him instead of being a pushover, and I think Singh managed that very well.
I think something brilliant about Singh's writing that I don't see often mentioned in reviews, is that her world building isn't just exceptional for a fantasy series--it's also a powerful commentary on many of the social issues being debated in real life. Not to read too much into the series, but coming from the Deep South as well as a massive history nerd, perhaps I'm more aware of situations where sometimes one group of people tries to isolate themselves or weed out the "unpure" ones, or those who just don't belong. I think this series is remarkable in being able to avoid the preachy aspects of a "we are all equal" agenda, but is still able to show through an engaging plot that a world full of diverse groups of people living harmoniously is to the benefit of all.
In conclusion, I don't want want to turn this review into an essay, but I do want to make it clear that this book is one of the best not only within the series, but within the genre. While many series that get up to the 8-12 books range, tend to peter out idea wise towards the end--this book is the opposite of that. Singh simply nails it.
30 of 33 people found the following review helpful.
It'll rock your world!
By Continuum
--------No Spoilers Ahead ----------
One of my biggest fears in any series that have ten or more books in it, is that the story line becomes exhausted and all you get are a formula romances where everything is predictable. Repeatable even. It is not the case with Nalini Singh.
I think all the books before this were necessary for the Psy/Changeling world to come to a place where this was possible. I won't mention the details, as many of the people are yet to read, but it's suffice to say - the book is explosive.
It's not just romance that drives it; it's not a case of few, predictable events generated simply to highlight the romance part. The overall plot of the series (which picks up speed immensely in this book) works hand in hand with the love story one furthering another to the point where a reader is sitting on the edge of his seat desperate to find out what happens next.
And there are many things to find out, many things that will leave you speechless and awestruck. Many details that make Heart of Obsidian into one of the most thrilling, intense rides of your life.
I mean any author who could turn a character such as Kaleb into a likable, relatable lead without destroying what he is, without changing him fundamentally, must be a genius. She manages everything nicely: lets him stay true to himself and gives us a glimpse into the darkest corners of his soul. Furthermore, Nalini Singh pens Kaleb and Sahara as a couple it's not possible not to adore. Because despite of their flaws, they complete each other.
I must admit I waited for this book so much, I paid 18 bucks for my kindle edition just to put my hands on it as soon as possible. And while the amount of money is actually preposterous for an e-book (especially considering that the same e-book costs 7 bucks less if bought two days later) I'm so thrilled with the read I don't even care about the extra costs. Because lets face it, most books that you wait for so long, and built enormous expectations not even trying to, let you down. But not Heart of Obsidian.
It has everything: a breathtaking romance, suspense, the drama and action you won't believe until you read it. I don't think I can stress enough how much I loved it. All I can say - it'll spin your world upside down before you even knew what hit you.
Heart of Obsidian will be very, very hard to top. And I can't wait to see what Nalini Singh whips for the next one.
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