Genre: Young Adult (Paranormal Romance)
Date Published: April 13. 2016
Publisher: InkSpell Publishing
Mia Crawford is a prophet.
She can see angels. She also sees demons. Everywhere.
The angels are preparing for war to get her fallen angel boyfriend, Michael, back. A war that could take years.
Haunted by visions of Michael's soul being tortured, Mia can't rest until she knows he's safe.
To save him, she must make an impossible journey through Hell with the one person she prayed she'd never see again.
The Warrior Prophet is the third and final book in the Watcher Trilogy by Lisa Voisin. This is a series you really need to read in order. I'd also recommend you read them pretty close together, as there is a lot of detail and thought that has gone into this story and its characters. The author's interpretation of hell, is pretty darn close to what I'd expect it to be like.. which is creepy in its own right. There is so much going on. We get glimpses into Mia and Michael's past, we get some revelations on Damiel, there is fighting, there is possession...Needless to say there is a lot of action that brings the reader to hell and back.
The Warrior Prophet by Lisa Voisin was kindly provided to me by Chapter by Chapter Blog Tours for review. The opinions are my own.
A Canadian-born author, Lisa Voisin spent her childhood daydreaming and making up stories, but it was her love of reading and writing in her teens that drew her to Young Adult fiction.
When she's not writing, you'll find her meditating or hiking in the mountains to counter the side effects of drinking too much coffee.
She lives in Vancouver, B.C. with her fiance and their two cats.
To learn more about Lisa Voisin and her books, visit her blog and website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
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Hands clawed at me as we passed through the blackness. The reek of sulfur and rot made a hot rush of bile rise to my throat. Arielle had said my soul would act as though I had a body, but my actual body was lying in a bed fifty feet below.
We pushed through a thick blanket of black smog and then met a stretchy, membranous substance. Once we pressed our way through, we stepped out onto a huge, empty field. The ground was covered in charred ash. The air itself had to be a thousand degrees, and, if I’d had a body, it would have been incinerated. With stealthy, silent movements, he led me across the field, each step hovering above the ground.
“Welcome to Hell.” His smirk made me want to slap him. “Well, one of the lesser territories.”
“Lesser territories? How many are there?”
“Hundreds, if not more. This one’s a soul wasteland.”
“You think Michael’s here? In a soul wasteland?”
“No, but it’s easy enough to get here. It’s not heavily guarded because there’s nothing to protect.” Cinders rained from a dull charcoal sky choked with clouds, landing in his hair. He brushed them away. “When a soul is all used up, the only thing left is an ashen residue. That’s what’s beneath us. It’s why we’re hovering.”
I covered my nose with my hands to keep out the foul stench. “Oh God.”
“Don’t say that word around here.” He scanned the area and lowered his voice. “You’ll attract attention. Draw your sword.”
“Why?” I reached between my shoulder blades to find my sword hilt. “Won’t it attract attention, too?”
“It’s better to have it handy if you need it. But don’t extend it until I say so, or we’ll draw a crowd.”
I didn’t know what I’d expected Hell to be like, but this barren field wasn’t it. Above us, the clouds undulated in the sky, their tattered, ragged forms joining and separating like a flock of birds. They weren’t clouds at all but flyers. A squadron of them.
“They know we’re here.”
We pushed through a thick blanket of black smog and then met a stretchy, membranous substance. Once we pressed our way through, we stepped out onto a huge, empty field. The ground was covered in charred ash. The air itself had to be a thousand degrees, and, if I’d had a body, it would have been incinerated. With stealthy, silent movements, he led me across the field, each step hovering above the ground.
“Welcome to Hell.” His smirk made me want to slap him. “Well, one of the lesser territories.”
“Lesser territories? How many are there?”
“Hundreds, if not more. This one’s a soul wasteland.”
“You think Michael’s here? In a soul wasteland?”
“No, but it’s easy enough to get here. It’s not heavily guarded because there’s nothing to protect.” Cinders rained from a dull charcoal sky choked with clouds, landing in his hair. He brushed them away. “When a soul is all used up, the only thing left is an ashen residue. That’s what’s beneath us. It’s why we’re hovering.”
I covered my nose with my hands to keep out the foul stench. “Oh God.”
“Don’t say that word around here.” He scanned the area and lowered his voice. “You’ll attract attention. Draw your sword.”
“Why?” I reached between my shoulder blades to find my sword hilt. “Won’t it attract attention, too?”
“It’s better to have it handy if you need it. But don’t extend it until I say so, or we’ll draw a crowd.”
I didn’t know what I’d expected Hell to be like, but this barren field wasn’t it. Above us, the clouds undulated in the sky, their tattered, ragged forms joining and separating like a flock of birds. They weren’t clouds at all but flyers. A squadron of them.
“They know we’re here.”
Check out my review of previous books in this series!
When she's not writing, you'll find her meditating or hiking in the mountains to counter the side effects of drinking too much coffee.
She lives in Vancouver, B.C. with her fiance and their two cats.
To learn more about Lisa Voisin and her books, visit her blog and website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
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