Title: Sins of the Son
Author: Linda Poitevin
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Series: Grigori Legacy (Book 2)
Publication Date: March 27, 2012
Format: Paperback, 352 Pages
ISBN-10: 1937007375 (Ace Books)
ISBN-13: 978-1937007379 (Ace Books)
Reviewed by: Kiwi
A detective with a secret…
When homicide detective Alexandra Jarvis sees a photo of Seth Benjamin on a police bulletin, she knows that Heaven’s plan to halt Armageddon has gone terribly wrong. As the only mortal who knows of Seth’s true nature, she’s also the only one who can save him.
An exiled angel turned assassin…
Aramael was a hunter of Fallen Angels until a traitor forced him into earthly exile. Now, with no powers and only a faint memory of Alex, his mortal soul mate, he will stop at nothing to redeem himself–even if it means destroying Seth in the name of the Creator.
A world with little chance of redemption…
As Alex’s need to protect Seth sets her on a collision course with the determined Aramael, the conflict between them may push the world over the edge–and into the very chaos they’re trying to prevent.
Quick & Dirty: Take care, for the war between Heaven and Hell is upon us.
Opening Sentence: “Do we have an agreement?” the One asked.
The second installment in the Grigori Legacy urban fantasy series is completely crazy. Betrayal–in Heaven of all places, rape by fallen angels, suicides, the shortest pregnancies I have ever seen (though I think that part would be awesome… much better than all those months), though the maternal death rate is a rather dismal 100%, strangers turning up naked at your doorstep with no memories and no speech, true love returning from the grave. Crazy, don’t you think? But we love to love it, am I right?
So in this installment of the series we see everyone we met before trying to get back to their lives post Ciam, loco fallen angel with a murderous disposition and one hell of a grudge. It seems most of the main characters are all having a bit of a problem with that, but wouldn’t we all? Detective Alex Jarvis has been sentenced to ride behind a desk by the departmental shrink pending, I don’t know, maybe the end of the world? She’s not any more crazy than most of us really. But all that changes when her boss shows her a photo of a missing person, more like a found person, case in Vancouver, and they both recognize the man as the one who saved Alex’s life during a fire, one presumed dead. But, there he is, Seth, son of the One and Lucifer, the one who supposedly holds the fate of everything in his hands. The deal being, Seth is to be reborn a human, live life like a human, and he is to choose between good and bad. Choose good and Lucifer has to say bye-bye, choose bad and Lucifer gets to wipe us all out. Except when he makes it to earth, as an adult mind you, Seth doesn’t remember any of that. In fact, he doesn’t remember anything. Alex realizes this tidbit for the bad news that it really is, the coming of the Apocalypse, and she rushes across the country to try to save him. She begins by teaching him about the world and language again, only to be interrupted by Aramael, her ex-soulmate she thought had died. Aramael has been given the mission of killing Seth to prevent some sort of human genocide, and by that I mean wiping out the entire human race. You see, Lucifer has been steadily building up an army of half-human-half-angels, or Nephilim, so that when the angels of Heaven and Hell are in battle, the Nephilim will destroy the humans. But Alex gets in the way and won’t allow them to just finish Seth off as planned, leaving Lucifer time to play some head games. Then, for awhile, the world hangs in the balance, as Seth makes his final decision. There is some awful things that happen in the meantime, but I can’t tell you everything, you’ve got to read it for yourself. Suffice to say, the ending is a surprise, somewhat scary and left open for more books as the war is just starting, and Lucifer is just beginning to delve into his nasty bag of tricks.
So aside from all the craziness, Alex has now had two heavenly beings give up everything to be with her. Two! What we all wouldn’t give for just one…greedy girl. Though, Alex isn’t like that at all. And in this particular love triangle, I don’t know whom I would choose if I were in her shoes. Aramael, or Seth…either one would suffice in my world.
As I stated in my last review from this series, this is an interesting set of mythos, some parts more close to the actual legends than I have read previously. I wouldn’t call it churchy, though, even with the presence of a priest. Religion aside, the scenery and imagery are top notch, characterization, emotions, and actions real enough to sink your teeth into. I really enjoyed the story and hope there are more forthcoming.
He eyed his present tormentor, now circling just out of arm’s reach. Despite what the Fallen One may have heard about Aramael’s vulnerability, thousands of years of caution apparently died hard. Aramael was, after all, one of the select few angels capable of imprisoning Fallen Ones in Limbo. Or had been one of those angels until Mittron orchestrated his downfall.
Now, however, he was wingless, powerless, reduced to the same physical strength as a mortal, and sentenced to an eternity of having the crap kicked out of him by his former prey. And, worse, to watching from the sidelines as Heaven and Hell went to war.
Gritting his teeth, he rolled his shoulders to ease the tension building in them. It wasn’t in his nature to lie down and play dead, so he’d fight back as best he could. He might even land a few hits of his own. But if the three previous encounters were anything to go by, he didn’t expect to remain standing for long.
The Fallen One stepped in with a jab; Aramael blocked him and struck a glancing blow on his shoulder—a blow that, even to him, felt feeble. The Fallen One smirked.
A feral cat, scrounging through a pile of garbage, slinked out of sight behind a row of battered cans. Aramael braced himself. His enemy could take him down in a heartbeat, but it wouldn’t happen that way. There would be pain involved first. A lot of pain.
The Fallen One’s knuckles connected with his cheekbone and a starburst exploded behind his eyes. Reeling back, he staggered and shook his head, trying to locate his aggressor through flashes of light. Another hit, this one to the gut. He grunted and doubled over, staying on his feet through sheer willpower. He would not fall this easily. A fist drove into his kidney and agony sheared through him, obliterating his resolve. His lungs sucked for air as all sense of his enemy’s whereabouts disappeared. Dropping to his hands and knees, he waited for the next blows. They came quickly. Kicks, now, from which no amount of curling up could protect him.
Lying in the alley’s grunge, he endured the punishment. Grimly, resolutely, and with growing bitterness. He might not be able to stop Mittron, but if it took him the rest of his existence, the Highest Seraph would somehow answer for this. For the pain and humiliation; for the loss of what Armael had so briefly found with Alexandra Jarvis; for the treason that had brought it all to bear.
A booted foot crashed into Aramael’s skull, sending a wash of red across his vision. Awareness receded down a darkening tunnel. Sound faded. Sensation died away.
Deep inside, the life spark of the weakened vessel he had become snuffed out yet again.
The Grigori Legacy Series:
FTC Advisory: Penguin/Ace Books provided me with a copy of Sins of the Son. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review.
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