Faith Hunter’s Final Heir
Faith Hunter’s Final Heir is the final book in the long-running series and you won’t be disappointed. I was worried, to be honest, because I’ve loved this series and the characters and I couldn’t imagine how Hunter would end it satisfactorily.
But she did. Oh, did she.
If you follow me on social media you will already know what I’m about to say. Once you get to the last third of the book, make sure you’ve gone to the bathroom, that the kids are asleep, the dog is walked, and you have a comfy chair with a relaxing beverage. You will not want to get up. Anyone who interrupts you will be at risk of physical harm.
The last third is some of Hunter’s best writing, best story-telling, and wraps the series up with a bow.
Here’s an excerpt, to give you a taste.
FINAL HEIR Excerpt 3
When he gave the blade to me, Bruiser had said, “A certain wily salesman suggested that the damascene blade is charged with a spell of life force, to give the wielder the ability to block any opponent’s death cut. Pure balderdash, but it makes a nice tale.” Except that Alex, the tech-genius of Yellowrock Securities and Clan Yellowrock, had traced the blade back to the seventeen hundreds, and there were stories over the centuries about people surviving the death stroke of an opponent’s blade.
“Prophecy?” I asked the universe. Or God, if he was listening. Not that anyone answered, not even Aggie. And since I hadn’t looked for the future in rain droplets in months, I might not know what this meant until it was too late. However, if I went searching for the meaning in the future, I probably wouldn’t understand it anyway, and if I saw danger—and I would—I might feel forced to meddle in time. Meddling in time—timewalking, time-jumping— might trigger the return of the magic cancer. All of which was why I hadn’t tried. Seeing the future was like that. Helpful. Until it wasn’t. And then it tried to kill me.
I inhaled and caught a familiar scent. He had to be close because I was human-shaped, and my nose in this form was unspectacular. I cleared my throat again and warned, “Werewolf.”
“In the vision?” Aggie asked.
“No.” There was only one werewolf in New Orleans, and the moon wasn’t full, which made them cranky, so he’d be chill and not bite anyone. I wasn’t worried. Yet.
I frowned, my thoughts going back to the angel in the vision. “Hayyel was Angie’s . . . whaddaya call it. Guardian angel. And he helped to deal with Evangelina’s demon- calling circle. I’d always thought that he was just in the right place, right time, and jumped in to send the demon back. But maybe dealing with the demon caused him to be partially chained to something in this plane? Chained to the world of matter when he should be a being of energy? That doesn’t make sense. Sending demons back has to be part of his job, right? So maybe he had already been chained here?”
That was a scary thought. It meant that either an unknown person with more power than I understood was currently involved, or that an unknown someone in the past had that power and had chained an angel.
More About Faith Hunter
Faith Hunter is the award-winning New York Times and USAToday bestselling author of several series: Jane Yellowrock, Soulwood, Rogue Mage, and Junkyard Cats. In addition, she has edited multiple anthologies and coauthored the Rogue Mage RPG. She is the coauthor and author of 16 thrillers under pen names Gary Hunter and Gwen Hunter. Altogether she has 40+ books and dozens of short stories in print and is juggling multiple projects.
She sold her first book in 1989 and hasn’t stopped writing since.
Faith collects orchids and animal skulls, loves thunder storms, and writes. She drinks a lot of tea. She likes to kayak Class II & III whitewater rivers. Some days she’s a lady. Some days she ain’t.
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