Archangel's Prophecy

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archangel's prophecy

October 2018

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Advance Excerpt #1 from Archangel’s Prophecy

by Nalini Singh

(Because this excerpt is from my working draft, it’s subject to change. Hope you enjoy the glimpse of the book 🙂   )

Taking another breath while trying not to notice the electric prickling on her face, Elena triangulated the source of the scent to a particular cabin. She’d just stepped foot in that direction when the electricity vanished.

The birds stopped singing.

The air froze.

And the earth trembled under her feet.

She came to a halt. An unknown sound made her look up. The starlings were circling in a constant wheel as they whispered their frantic and incomprehensible warning inside her skull.

The ground jolted violently.

Bunching her wings and gritting her teeth against the renewed pulse of pain, she rose up off the shaking landscape. Cabin doors flew open below her, people spilling out like disoriented ants to run in the direction of the lawn.

The ground under the cabins began to crumble.

Elena swept down to grab a young woman who was a frightening half step ahead of the disappearing earth. Elena wasn’t strong enough to carry a full-grown adult any real distance, but she managed to haul the woman to where the other guests could grab her, then yelled at everyone
to go farther.

A scream split the air.

Elena twisted back…to see a man, his arms and legs flailing, disappear into nothingness. The ground had opened up under his feet in a rushing crash of dirt and rock. She flew toward him as fast as she could, but it was a futile effort.

Even as she reached the spot where he’d disappeared into the stygian maw of the earth, the sprawling and chillingly deep hole began to fill with a golden-red flow of magma. There was no sign of him, no sign of any of the cabins. Not even a smear of flesh or a splinter of wood.

The ground stopped shaking.

The earth stopped crumbling.

The birds danced.

Directly below Elena glowed a wound in the earth that pulsed with scalding heat.

All at once, there were no more starlings in the sunlit winter sky. Only screaming, sobbing people on the grass-heavy ground near a lava pit that shouldn’t exist…and Elena’s left wing was beginning to drag.

© Copyright 2018 by Nalini Singh

Advance Excerpt #2 from Archangel’s Prophecy
by Nalini Singh


Illium turned in a direction that would take them to the Catskills if they kept on going. 

Sweeping closer to him, she said, “You just want to fly?” 

Hair rippling in the quiet but cutting wind, he twisted down in a complicated fall before flying back up to her side. She laughed at his showing off. That was Illium. An angel of violent power who had a heart that might almost be mortal. And, these days, she could appreciate his tricks again. 

Not a single angel in the city had been ready to witness his acrobatics in the immediate aftermath of the day he’d crashed out of the sky. 

Elena would never forget her screaming fear. 

To his credit, Illium had flown with absolute discretion for months, letting the memory dull and fade. 

When he returned to her side today, his face was flushed, the gold of his eyes rich. “Sky’s too beautiful to shut ourselves away in a club.” 

“Just don’t forget I’m not as fast as you. Also, I’m currently lame.” 

Illium lifted one cupped hand close to his shoulder, the other moving back and forth . . . and she realized he was playing a tiny violin in response to her morose tone. 

“Crossbow, Bluebell.” Narrowed eyes. “Remember the crossbow.” 

He dived, his wicked laughter floating up on the night air. Lips twitching, Elena continued to glide, letting the air currents sweep her along with cold but gentle hands. Illium, meanwhile, flew circles around her—but he never went far, always close enough to halt her descent should she tumble. 

She landed a number of times to rest her wings, once in an isolated park whispering and dark. A luminescent insect appeared then disappeared from sight before she could truly see it, an earthbound star. The ghostly owl sitting on a tree branch watched her with eyes even more luminous. 

A sigh deep in her mind, an old, old presence restless in Sleep. 

The hairs rose on her arms. 

Then Illium shot them both up into the sky again, and together, they flew far beyond the diamond-bright skyline of the city and over the sleeping homes of ordinary people who lived in a world of vampires and angels, blood and immortality. 

Another rest stop for Elena. 

Another throb of pain from the cut on her forearm. 

Another watchful owl, this one landing on Illium’s shoulder without his knowledge. 

Ashwini had told her not to be afraid of the owls, so Elena ignored the goose bumps and said, Hello, with her mind. A good night to fly. 

A vein began to throb at her temple. 

The answer came a long time later, after they were in the air again, the glow of the sinkhole visible from the distance. 

It has been an eon since I flew. 

© Copyright 2018 by Nalini Singh 

“Singh heightens tension in this spellbinding paranormal romance as familial bonds deepen and a heartbreaking mystery unfolds, leading to a destiny-defying climax certain to stun fans.”
– Publishers Weekly (Starred Review) 
Archangel’s Prophecy is full of action, tension, and heart wrenching moments of intimacy…If you love urban fantasy and paranormal romance with well developed characters you can’t help but root for, you’ll love Archangel’s Prophecy! I can’t fault it in any way.”
– Coffee and Characters
“Intense, astonishing, and radiant.”
– Kirkus (Starred Review) 

“The bumpy and exhilarating ride that is ARCHANGEL’S PROPHECY comes packed full of thrills and chills which will leave you breathless at the end and desperately wishing for the next book, fascinated and afraid, in equal measures to see how it all plays out.”

– Outlander Book Club

“Singh is a wonderful and masterful storyteller…I was hooked from the first page with an emotional roller coaster full of joy, fear, sorrow, anguish, hope, an entire array of feelings and though there were moments that left my eyes wet and cheeks damp, I wanted more.”

-Fresh Fiction

“I cannot wait for the next book. Cannot wait.”

– Night Owl Reviews (Top Pick)

For the Complete Chronological Reading Order, click here. 1. Angels’ Blood 2. Archangel’s Kiss 3. Archangel’s Consort 4. Archangel’s Blade 5. Archangel’s Storm 6. Archangel’s Legion 7. Archangel’s Shadows 8. Archangel’s Enigma 9. Archangel’s Heart 10. Archangel’s Viper 11. Archangel’s Prophecy 12. Archangel’s War 13. Archangel’s Sun 14. Archangel’s Light 15. Archangel’s Resurrection 16. Archangel’s Lineage

Guild Hunter Novellas

1. Angels’ Pawn (available as an e-book on its own, and also as part of Angels’ Flight) 2. “Angels’ Judgment” in Angels’ Flight (originally part of the Must Love Hellhounds anthology) 3. “Angel’s Wolf” in Angels’ Flight (originally part of the Angels of Darkness anthology) 4. “Angels’ Dance” in Angels’ Flight
Book 11: the Guild Hunter series

Return to New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh’s darkly passionate Guild Hunter world, where human-turned-angel Elena Deveraux, consort to Archangel Raphael, is thrust center stage into an eons-old prophecy….

Midnight and dawn, Elena’s wings are unique among angelkind…and now they’re failing. The first mortal to be turned into an immortal in angelic memory, she’s regressing. Becoming more and more human. Easier to hurt. Easier to kill.

Elena and Raphael must unearth the reason for the regression before it’s too late and Elena falls out of the sky. Yet even as they fight a furious battle for Elena’s very survival, violent forces are gathering in New York and across the world.

In China, the Archangel Favashi is showing the first signs of madness. In New York, a mysterious sinkhole filled with lava swallows a man whole. In Africa, torrential monsoon rains flood rolling deserts. And in Elena’s mind whispers a haunting voice that isn’t her own.

This time, survival may not be possible…not even for the consort of an archangel.

The Guild Hunter series