Informationen zum Autor Kresley Cole Klappentext From #1 "New York Times"-bestselling author Cole. As a boy, Abyssian Sian Infernas had his heart shattered by a treacherous fey beauty who died before he could exact vengeance. Millennia later, a curse has transformed him into a demonic monster just as she's been reincarnated. Wicked Abyss ONE Sylvan Castle Eleven years ago . . . As King Saetth leisurely wiped blood off his sword, Lila choked down her fury. Seated upon his throne, he took his time, keeping everyone in suspense. With two executions complete, only one trial remained. Mine. Would she follow her parents' fates? Through one of the throne room's towering windows, a ray of sunlight beamed over the king. His blond locks and his ornate crowna wreath of gilded evergreen branchesseemed to glow. Even the sun wanted to touch him. For all of her thirteen years, Lila had been just as enamored of him. Off to the side, whispers sounded from her backstabbing royal cousins. Saetth's about to behead his child fiancée! The foulmouthed brat got used to being the king's favorite. Why isn't the little bitch crying? Or begging for her cursed life? Crying or begging? As if. Lila faced Saetth with her chin up and shoulders back, her pampered appearance belying her fortitude. The perils of this fey court had honed her mettle. Learning from the mistakes of others had sharpened her acumen. Yet nothing could stifle her unfeylike temper; after all, she'd been betrothed to Saetth since her birth, raised to become the queen of this realm. Rumor even held that she was a princess reincarnated. Fate wanted her to be a queen. Lila had worn a purple silk gown for this occasion; the color was royaland defiant. As the castle's clock tower tolled, Saetth finished cleaning the weapon he always carried, the Ancestors' Sword, the unifying symbol of their royal line. He raised the blade to the sunlight, eyeing the edge with his piercing blue gaze. Her earliest memories were of sighing over his handsome face, imagining him as her husband and her dollies as the subjects they protected. Yet now her king suspected Lila of treason? How could her coldhearted parents have plotted against such a powerful ruler? They'd foolishly trusted an informer, leaving their only child's life hanging in the balance. Secrecy equals survival in this court. They'd never cared about hernever pretended she was more than a valuable bargaining chipwhich was one of the reasons she'd bonded so strongly with Saetth, who'd at least shown her attention. . . . He sheathed his sword. Peering down at her, he began her trial with one question: Why shouldn't I believe you were involved in your parents' plot to steal my crown? Lila pinned his gaze with her own uncanny one. Her defense consisted of eight words: Because it still sits upon your godsdamned head. Stunned silence reigned. Saetth's shock turned to amusement. And that is why you remain my betrothed, Calliope of Sylvan, the queen of my heart. He laughed, his gaze seemingly warm. If there was ever a girl born to rule, you are she, cousin. But I too was born to rule, and I've kept this crown for millennia because I allow no threats to fester around me. His smile disappeared as if it'd never been. I hereby exile you from our woodland kingdom. Leave her beloved Sylvan? Lila would almost rather die. The forests were what separated the Sylvans from the other fey. The splendor of those great trees was equa...

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Kresley Cole

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From #1 "New York Times"-bestselling author Cole. As a boy, Abyssian Sian Infernas had his heart shattered by a treacherous fey beauty who died before he could exact vengeance. Millennia later, a curse has transformed him into a demonic monster just as she's been reincarnated.

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This fairy tale doesn’t end with a kiss in this spellbinding Immortals After Dark tale from #1 New York Times bestselling author Kresley Cole!

The terrifying king of hell...

As a boy, Abyssian “Sian” Infernas had his heart shattered by a treacherous fey beauty who died before he could exact vengeance. Millennia later, a curse has transformed him into a demonic monster—just as she’s been reincarnated. Sian captures the delicate but bold female, forcing her back to hell.

Meets his match.

Princess Calliope “Lila” Barbot’s people have hated and feared Abyssian and his alliance of monsters for aeons. When the beastly demon imprisons her in his mystical castle, vowing revenge for betrayals she can’t remember, Lila makes her own vow: to bring down the wicked beast for good.

Can two adversaries share one happily-ever-after?

As Calliope turns hell inside out, the all-powerful Sian finds himself defenseless against his feelings for her. In turn, Lila reluctantly responds to the beast’s cleverness and gruff vulnerability. But when truths from a far distant past are revealed, can their tenuous bond withstand ages of deceit, a curse, and a looming supernatural war?

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Wicked Abyss

ONE

Sylvan Castle

Eleven years ago . . .

As King Saetth leisurely wiped blood off his sword, Lila choked down her fury.

Seated upon his throne, he took his time, keeping everyone in suspense. With two executions complete, only one trial remained.

Mine.

Would she follow her parents’ fates?

Through one of the throne room’s towering windows, a ray of sunlight beamed over the king. His blond locks and his ornate crown—a wreath of gilded evergreen branches—seemed to glow. Even the sun wanted to touch him.

For all of her thirteen years, Lila had been just as enamored of him.

Off to the side, whispers sounded from her backstabbing royal cousins.

“Saetth’s about to behead his child fiancée!”

“The foulmouthed brat got used to being the king’s favorite.”

“Why isn’t the little bitch crying?”

“Or begging for her cursed life?”

Crying or begging? As if. Lila faced Saetth with her chin up and shoulders back, her pampered appearance belying her fortitude.

The perils of this fey court had honed her mettle. Learning from the mistakes of others had sharpened her acumen.

Yet nothing could stifle her unfeylike temper; after all, she’d been betrothed to Saetth since her birth, raised to become the queen of this realm. Rumor even held that she was a princess reincarnated.

Fate wanted her to be a queen.

Lila had worn a purple silk gown for this occasion; the color was royal—and defiant.

As the castle’s clock tower tolled, Saetth finished cleaning the weapon he always carried, the Ancestors’ Sword, the unifying symbol of their royal line. He raised the blade to the sunlight, eyeing the edge with his piercing blue gaze.

Her earliest memories were of sighing over his handsome face, imagining him as her husband and her dollies as the subjects they protected.

Yet now her king suspected Lila of treason?

How could her coldhearted parents have plotted against such a powerful ruler? They’d foolishly trusted an informer, leaving their only child’s life hanging in the balance.

Secrecy equals survival in this court.

They’d never cared about her—never pretended she was more than a valuable bargaining chip—which was one of the reasons she’d bonded so strongly with Saetth, who’d at least shown her attention. . . .

He sheathed his sword. Peering down at her, he began her trial with one question: “Why shouldn’t I believe you were involved in your parents’ plot to steal my crown?”

Lila pinned his gaze with her own uncanny one. Her defense consisted of eight words: “Be…