Zusatztext Praise for Nora Roberts America's favorite writer. The New Yorker Roberts is indeed a word artist. Los Angeles Daily News Informationen zum Autor Nora Roberts Klappentext The final Guardians Trilogy novel from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Bay of Sighs and Stars of Fortune. As the hunt for the Star of Ice leads the six guardians to Ireland, Doyle, the immortal, must face his tragic past. Three centuries ago, he closed off his heart, yet his warrior spirit is still drawn to the wild. And there's no one more familiar with the wild than Riley-and the wolf within her... An archaeologist, Riley is no stranger to the coast of Clare, but now she finds herself on unsure footing, targeted by the dark goddess who wants more than the stars, more than the blood of the guardians. While searching through Irish history for clues that will lead them to the final star and the mysterious Island of Glass, Riley must fight her practical nature and admit her sudden attraction to Doyle is more than just a fling. For it is his strength that will sustain her and give her the power to run towards love-and save them all... Don't miss the other books in the Guardians Trilogy Stars of Fortune Bay of Sighs Chapter One A man who couldn't die had little to fear. An immortal who'd lived most of his long life as a soldier, waging battle, didn't turn from a fight with a god. A soldier, though a loner by nature, understood the duty, and loyalty, to those who battled with him. The man, the soldier, the loner who'd seen his young brother destroyed by black magick, who'd had his own life upended by it, who fought a god's crazed greed, knew the difference between the dark and the light. Being propelled through space by a fellow soldier, a shifter, while they were all still bloody from the battle didn't frighten him-but he'd have preferred any other mode of transportation. Through the whirl of wind, the blare of light, the breathless speed (and all right then, there was a bit of a thrill in the speed), he felt his companions. The sorcerer who held more power than any Doyle had known in all his years. The woman who was as much the glue who bound them together as a seer. The mermaid who was all charm and courage and heart-and a pure pleasure for the eyes. The shifter, loyal and brave, and a dead shot as well. And the female-well, wolf now, as the moon had risen just as they'd prepared to shift from the beauty and battles of Capri. She howled-no other term for it-and in the sound of it he heard not fear, no, but the same atavistic thrill that beat in his own blood. If a man had to align himself with others, had to throw his fate in with others, he could do a hell of a lot worse than these. Then he smelled Ireland-the damp air, the green-and the thrill died in him. The fates, canny and cold, would drive him back here where his heart and his life had been broken. Even as he geared himself up to deal with it, to do what must be done, they dropped like stones. A man who couldn't die could still feel the jolt and insult of hitting the ground hard enough to rattle bones and steal the breath. "Bloody hell, Sawyer." "Sorry." Sawyer's voice came from his left, and in a kind of gasping wheeze. "It's a lot to navigate. Anybody hurt? Annika?" "I'm not hurt. But you." Her voice was a musical croon. "You're hurt. You're weak." "Not too bad. You're bleeding." Bright as sunlight, she smiled. "Not too bad." "Maybe we should try parachutes next time." Sasha let out a quick moan. "There now, I've got you." As his eyes adjusted, Doyle saw Bran shift, gather Sasha close. "You're hurt?" "No, no." Sasha shook her head. "Cuts and bumps. And the landing knocked the wind out of me. I should be used to it. Riley? Where's Ril...

Praise for Nora Roberts
 
“America’s favorite writer.”—The New Yorker
 
“Roberts is indeed a word artist.”—Los Angeles Daily News

Autorentext

Nora Roberts

Klappentext

The final Guardians Trilogy novel from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Bay of Sighs and Stars of Fortune.

As the hunt for the Star of Ice leads the six guardians to Ireland, Doyle, the immortal, must face his tragic past. Three centuries ago, he closed off his heart, yet his warrior spirit is still drawn to the wild. And there's no one more familiar with the wild than Riley-and the wolf within her...

An archaeologist, Riley is no stranger to the coast of Clare, but now she finds herself on unsure footing, targeted by the dark goddess who wants more than the stars, more than the blood of the guardians. While searching through Irish history for clues that will lead them to the final star and the mysterious Island of Glass, Riley must fight her practical nature and admit her sudden attraction to Doyle is more than just a fling. For it is his strength that will sustain her and give her the power to run towards love-and save them all...

Don't miss the other books in the Guardians Trilogy
Stars of Fortune
Bay of Sighs

Zusammenfassung
The final Guardians Trilogy novel from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Bay of Sighs and Stars of Fortune.

As the hunt for the Star of Ice leads the six guardians to Ireland, Doyle, the immortal, must face his tragic past. Three centuries ago, he closed off his heart, yet his warrior spirit is still drawn to the wild. And there’s no one more familiar with the wild than Riley—and the wolf within her...
 
An archaeologist, Riley is no stranger to the coast of Clare, but now she finds herself on unsure footing, targeted by the dark goddess who wants more than the stars, more than the blood of the guardians. While searching through Irish history for clues that will lead them to the final star and the mysterious Island of Glass, Riley must fight her practical nature and admit her sudden attraction to Doyle is more than just a fling. For it is his strength that will sustain her and give her the power to run towards love—and save them all...

Don't miss the other books in the Guardians Trilogy
Stars of Fortune
Bay of Sighs 

Leseprobe
Chapter One

A man who couldn't die had little to fear. An immortal who'd lived most of his long life as a soldier, waging battle, didn't turn from a fight with a god. A soldier, though a loner by nature, understood the duty, and loyalty, to those who battled with him.

The man, the soldier, the loner who'd seen his young brother destroyed by black magick, who'd had his own life upended by it, who fought a god's crazed greed, knew the difference between the dark and the light.

Being propelled through space by a fellow soldier, a shifter, while they were all still bloody from the battle didn't frighten him-but he'd have preferred any other mode of transportation.

Through the whirl of wind, the blare of light, the breathless speed (and all right then, there was a bit of a thrill in the speed), he felt his companions. The sorcerer who held more power than any Doyle had known in all his years. The woman who was as much the glue who bound them together as a seer. The mermaid who was all charm and courage and heart-and a pure pleasure for the eyes. The shifter, loyal and brave, and a dead shot as well. And the female-well, wolf now, as the moon had risen just as they'd prepared to shift from the beauty and battles of Capri.

She howled-no other term for it-and in the sound of it he heard not fear, no, but the same atavistic thrill that beat in his own blood.

If a man had to align himself with others, had to throw his fate in with others, he could do a hell of a lot worse than these.

Then he smelled Ireland-the damp air, the green-and the thrill died in him. The fates, canny and cold, would drive him back here where his heart and his life had been broken.

Even as he geared himself up…