They couldn't kill him and Hell couldn't hold him.
Rhyn is one of the crankiest Ancients there has been, but you can understand why when you learn that he has little brother syndrome of the worst kind, and understandable in that EVERYONE of his brothers are king sized jerks. Even the good ones are pretty well unbelievable, and he’s won the Master’s Classic of parentage with his mom being a demon and his dad being the Megatron of buttholes.
Anyway, Rhyn is shunted to Hell by his shifty brothers, to be with his even more shiftier brother, after he stops his eldest shifty brother from making the worst of the worstest eternal bad, and then killing the man’s scheming wife who catted around with every brother they both shared who didn’t turn the other cheek. *DeepBreath* He’s so sexydreamynotinterestedindoinggoodyummymisguidedtroubledtorturedreadytoendtheworld I just can barely keep my eyeballs from drooling all over my e-reader.
Now let me take a sincere rewind because the book has this wacky awesome that is unique to Lizzy. If I can draw a comparison to any other writer in mind to what it is I’m about to discuss the author would be Neil Gaiman, and what they both are very accomplished at is making very gooey paranormal realities. WTF is a gooey paranormal reality, Ali, cause that sounds effed up? Well what I am talking about is that when you read 90% of paranormal you are aware you are reading it and you are saying the whole time… “Of course! It’s paranormal!” and you are half awake during the story. However there are some authors that are out there that when you find you are reading the story you aren’t even struck when the two worlds begin to totally blend because you are in too deep before you have noticed it has happened. Lizzy is in that latter category and when I first read this book I have to tell you that I was as freaked out as Katie by all that was happening… Kudos, Lizzy! Thanks for the visit to the Twilight Zone; nothing gets normal in this book until she gets to Hell and that is about 50% into the book! And you need to worry when Hell is the norm.
Katie is just barely getting-by in her almost going-nowhere life. Her supportive sister and her sister’s husband have been giving her handouts, but even all the most handing-out of handiness doesn’t really seem to be leading her in an real direction in life. To say that Katie has any clue to what she may want in life would be a real reach at most. What she is sure as crap of knowing is that the kid on the subway claiming to be hers, is not. That her sister telling her that the kid is hers, is crazy. That the creepy kid who keeps asking for marshmallows and calling her mom, is bugging her out. And when she finds out that Toby is an angel, and the Death Dealer, Gabriel, who has invaded her home and keeps taking away her coping beverage, are actually just there to protect her from something far more sinister and larger at work, well… she is finding that a lot more believable than that she has a kid, or had one when she was 13. Like, really?! Where is that last bottle of vodka? Did that dumb Death Dealer find that too?
I had mentioned in my blog intro I originally read this when I found Lizzy–this is Holy Cows–2011, and when I read this book I picked it up for free and I read it in one sitting. Then I went to sleep and I woke up a few hours later and got up and opened up my Kindle and opened the book up and started reading it again almost like I couldn’t believe what I had just read. I think I read it and Katie’s Hope at least five or six times before Rhyn’s Redemption finally came out. I hate when she does that stuff to me. I think we are at a point now where I’m enough books behind where I can review at my leisure and not be on eggshells for her next books. Really, it’s better this way because when I felt I needed to be hardwired to her brain I was scared she’d kill the unruly male characters I most wanted to see become heroes.
If you like Lizzy Ford I recommend that you check out Spirit of Fire by Katlyn Conrad, Octavian’s Undoing by Morgana Phoenix or eff it… Lizzy has literally a library’s worth books to read. Go forth, children.