Love is found in the margins. In the places between. At the
edge of the river between earth and water. The place where green meadow
surrenders to regal forest. In the gloaming, between the brilliance of day and
the exhilaration of night.
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| Copy of one of the posters I have |
Such were Darius’s thoughts as he sat on the Old Stone, at
the edge of Malgren forest, on the banks of the Zoran River, as the sun
hovered, no more than a rosy hue on the horizon. In these moments, love lived.
Darius of the Fang and Carillon of the Fae. They should
never have met.
The Fang—the vampyres—creatures of dark and moonlight and
unbridled lust.
The Fae. Beings of golden light. Of joy. Creatures of
passion.
Fang and Fae. Ice and Fire. And never the twain…Darius laughed. He and Carillon. The unlikeliest
couple on the planet. Even now, the memory of their first meeting brought a
smile to his face and joy to his heart.
Sleepless, he had begun the night early, prowling in the
shadows, waiting for the release of full dark. Restless, she had chased the day
late, reluctant to let the sun go. They had come upon one another in this
place, in the sunset hour. Each had been surprised and intrigued by a creature
so different from themselves. They had met again the next dawn. And at dusk.
And dawn again. Lust and passion had collided. A gift—a once in a millennium
gift—bestowed by Valentine.
And now Darius waited in the twilight. Waited for those
moments—that glorious, silver hour—when he and Carillon could be joined. For a
thousand dawns and dusks they had come together in this place between.
Valentine himself, that wily priest, had blessed their strange union, but with
a caveat.
“My children,” he had said when they’d sought him out.
“Should you wish to be together always, each of you must be willing to live in
the other’s world. You, Carillon, for a night. And you, Darius, for a day.”
“But my kind withers and dies in the dark,” Carillon had
said, a tear marring her rose-petal cheek. “When night falls I must be safely
in the Fairy Hall, surrounded by the glow of light and fire and heat. The Fae
cannot survive in the dark and cold.”
“And you, Darius?” Valentine asked. “Would you dwell in the
light with Carillon?”
“I cannot, sir. You know that. My people have no tolerance
for anything stronger than moonlight. I would die in her heat.”
The old man had shaken his head sadly, then clasped his
hands over his round belly and sighed. “Here, then, is all I can do for you,”
he said. “For a thousand dawns, and a thousand dusks, you may meet here in the
place between. For one hour only, the sun will stand and the moon remain
motionless. For that hour you may be together. At the end of the thousand days,
if neither of you chooses to live in the other’s world, you must part and come
together no more.”
The old man had smiled at them, at the same time admonishing
them gently. “Much can be moved in heaven and on earth by the power of love,
but time will not stand still forever.”
Tonight would mark the end of their allotted time.
Of late, Darius had noticed the strain writ on Carillon’s
sweet face—the shadows that matched the lavender hue of the setting sun, etched
beneath her verdant eyes. She’d likely seen the same on him. The pale skin and
ebony eyes were normal; the deep grooves bracketing his sensuous red lips and the
needle-straight mark between his narrow black brows were new.
She raced across the meadow toward him, gossamer blue gown
and iridescent wings floating in the soft summer breeze. He rose to meet her,
arms outstretched in welcome, his own black wings held in abeyance so as not to
frighten her, though she’d long since ceased to be afraid.
Their lovemaking was fast and fierce and desperate. When at
last they drew apart, the sun’s last rays shimmered on the horizon.
”Go now, love.” Darius pulled Carillon into the last sliver of light. He was
not ashamed of the tears coursing down his cheeks. “Know that I will love you
always.”
She drew back, shocking him. “No, Darius. No. Tonight I will
stay with you.”
There was no time to argue. The sun slipped away and with
it, Carillon’s last hope. There was no point in berating this soft, golden
creature. Her courage shamed him. She’d done this for him. For love of him. He
enfolded her in his great black wings and drew her down to sit with him on the
grass, no longer green, but gray in the rising moonlight.
“You know I can make you one of my people,” he said. “You
would live forever, beside me. You don’t have to die, Carillon.”
She smiled at him sadly, already shivering with cold. “I
would not be happy in the dark, Darius. I would die for want of light and the
colors of the day. No.” She shook her head. “Better to die here with you—with
my memories untarnished with loss and longing.”
They spoke little after that. What could be said at a time
such as this? He held her through that long night. He kissed her brow as it
grew colder under his lips, murmured endearments in her ear; he watched the
roses turn ashen in her cheeks and felt the strength and life ebbing away.
“Hold on, Carillon. Hold on, my love. It’s nearly dawn.” But
in that darkest part of the night, just before the sun cast its first rays into
the new day, Carillon away slipped into that final sleep. He held her still
body close—and wept.
Fury tore through him with hurricane force. He stood, with
Carillon in his arms, and strode toward the light, cursing the gods and the
cruel priest who had granted them so little time.
“Damn you, Eros! And damn you, Venus! And thrice damnation
to you, Valentine!”
He dropped to his knees in Carillon’s meadow and placed her
gently on the ground. He would not keep her in darkness—in the everlasting
night to which he’d been cursed. She would have light and warmth on her body.
He would stay by her. What difference did it make now?
The sun rose higher in the sky. He shielded his eyes with
his wings, but the heat seared through them. A thousand fires ignited under his
skin. Was this what Carillon had endured with barely a murmur? This pain? He lowered his wings and bared
his face to the sun. So these were the colors his beloved had adored so much.
Such vivid hues; his eyes burned with them. Life seeped from his body, until he
had no choice. He curled up on the ground next to Carillon, wrapped himself
around her, and gave himself over to death. His last prayer was that Valentine would
take pity on them and bury them together in the place between.
The sound of singing woke him. The gloaming had come again;
the sun, a bare sliver, hung low on the horizon. He gasped, a drowning man
who’d found air. He surged up, but a soft hand stopped him.
“Go slow, love. It takes a bit of getting used to.”
Carillon. He spun toward the voice. Carillon?
She smiled at him, then nodded at the man standing beside
her. Valentine, his face lit with a beatific smile.
“The gods are celebrating this day,” he said, “and all the
stars in heaven are dancing. True love, that most precious, most wonderful,
most inexplicable of gifts, is always rewarded, given time—and faith. Each of
you showed yourselves willing to give everything—even your lives—to be with one
another.” He stretched out his arms to the dark and to the light and to the
place between. “All this now is yours. Darius, you will find much joy in the
light and heat of Carillon’s love. And Carillon, you will discover the
pleasures to be found in the quiet cool of the night.”
And so it was. They built their home at the edge of Malgren
forest, on the banks of the Zoran River, and taught their children to clamber
to the top of the Old Stone and embrace the whole of night and day.
A plaque—painted by Darius and embellished by
Carillon—hung over their bed. It read, “To those who will risk all,
everlasting love is the reward.”
I met Alexandra Ivy when I first started promoting my blog.
I saw one of her books and thought, “Oh, I like the sound of this story!”
Typically, I came to the series (Guardians of Eternity) several books in and
read Darkness Unleashed. Of course I had to go back and read some I missed and I've still not read them all. I did manage to read Devoured by Darkness—I loved
Tane (a Charon sworn to hunt and kill rogue vampires) in the previous book and Laylah (half Jin) intrigued me. And then, I met
Ariyal (a Sylvermyst allegedly evil cousins to the fey with a very unique sword) and Jaelyn (an elite Vampire warrior) and had to read Bound by Darkness. Both are excellent and to
tell the truth, I don’t think I've read any books in this series that haven't been good. Excellent characterization and depiction of ‘otherworld’ characters
with a twist. I like the fact that all the stories deal with a clear arc of the beginning through the trials of the couple involved to the ending—where the two main characters are a unit although the world they're in isn't quite tidily solved. It's ever expanding. But that style gives satisfaction to me, as a reader.
