Beasts of War

Informationen zum Autor Ayana Gray is the New York Times bestselling author of the critically-acclaimed Beasts of Prey trilogy. Her works have been translated in ten languages across five continents. Originally from Atlanta, she now lives among the rolling hills and tangling rivers of Arkansas. Klappentext In this epic conclusion to her New York Times bestselling series, Ayana Gray delivers a heart-pounding fantasy adventure filled with mythos, monsters, and mortal heroes who are astoundingly human. Once a prisoner to Fedu, the vengeful god of death, Koffi has regained her freedom, but she is far from safe. Fedu will stop at nothing to hunt her down and use her power to decimate the mortal world. Koffi knows when Fedu will strike: during the next Bonding, a once-in-a-lifetime celestial event. To survive, Koffi will have to find powerful new allies quickly, and convince them to help her in the terrible battle to come. Once a warrior-turned-runaway, Ekon has carved out a new life for himself outside Lkossa, but the shadows of his past still haunt him. Now, alongside unexpected friends, Ekon tries to focus on getting Koffi to the Kusonga Plains before the next Bonding. If he fails, Koffi will be consumed, either by her own dangerous power, or the terrible fate Ekon is doing everything he can to prevent. Ekon devotes himself to protecting Koffi, but the lingering threats from his own past are more urgent than he knows. As Koffi and Ekon race to the Kusonga Plainsand try to garner the help of Eshoza's ancient gods along the waythey must face a slew of dangerous beasts old and new. In the end, destiny may unite Koffi and Ekon for the last timeor tear them apart for good. Leseprobe By the time Koffi emerged from Makena's tent, the encampment was nearly unrecognizable. The tents that'd been staked all around were gone, giving her for the first time an unobstructed view of their surroundings. They were in open marshlands; green grass stretched for miles around, and a wispy, lingering fog hung low over it. She turned, then ducked, barely missing the giant rolled-up canvas that went over her head as two young darajas who'd escaped Fedu's realm with her carried it past on their shoulders. They offered her smiles as they headed toward Ano, who was standing in the middle of the three wagons and pointing left and right as if directing traffic. Put that food in wagon two, it should have been sealed already! she snapped. Linens and bedrolls go in wagon three. Let's move, people! Though I may look it, I am certainly not getting any younger standing around! Koffi looked around the rest of the campsite, trying to find something to do before Ano spotted her. Her heart did an impressive arrangement of cartwheels as she noticed Ekon making his way across the campsite with a basket held against his torso. Talk to him, she told herself. You've barely spoken since you woke up. And before that . . . Koffi gnawed at her bottom lip. She and Ekon hadn't discussed the fact that he'd come all the way from Lkossa to find her. When she'd seen him in the Temple of Lkossa's sky garden, he'd been bloodied and broken, and she hadn't been able to give him any clues about where she'd gone. He'd still found her. That had to mean something , she just didn't know where that something left the two of them, and thinking about it made her palms sweaty. Just talk to him. The decision was made for her when, a second later, Ekon looked up, noticed her, and changed direction so that he was heading straight toward her. Koffi tried to keep her breath even as he approached. And then he was just there , standing right before her. Hey, he said warmly. Uh . . . hi. It's good to see you up and about. Do not say something ridiculous, say something normal. Koffi clear...

Autorentext
Ayana Gray is the New York Times bestselling author of the critically-acclaimed Beasts of Prey trilogy. Her works have been translated in ten languages across five continents. Originally from Atlanta, she now lives among the rolling hills and tangling rivers of Arkansas.

Zusammenfassung
In this epic conclusion to her New York Times bestselling series, Ayana Gray delivers a heart-pounding fantasy adventure filled with mythos, monsters, and mortal heroes who are astoundingly human.

Once a prisoner to Fedu, the vengeful god of death, Koffi has regained her freedom, but she is far from safe. Fedu will stop at nothing to hunt her down and use her power to decimate the mortal world. Koffi knows when Fedu will strike: during the next Bonding, a once-in-a-lifetime celestial event. To survive, Koffi will have to find powerful new allies quickly, and convince them to help her in the terrible battle to come.

Once a warrior-turned-runaway, Ekon has carved out a new life for himself outside Lkossa, but the shadows of his past still haunt him. Now, alongside unexpected friends, Ekon tries to focus on getting Koffi to the Kusonga Plains before the next Bonding. If he fails, Koffi will be consumed, either by her own dangerous power, or the terrible fate Ekon is doing everything he can to prevent. Ekon devotes himself to protecting Koffi, but the lingering threats from his own past are more urgent than he knows.

As Koffi and Ekon race to the Kusonga Plains—and try to garner the help of Eshōza’s ancient gods along the way—they must face a slew of dangerous beasts old and new. In the end, destiny may unite Koffi and Ekon for the last time—or tear them apart for good.

Leseprobe
By the time Koffi emerged from Makena’s tent, the encampment was nearly unrecognizable. The tents that’d been staked all around were gone, giving her for the first time an unobstructed view of their surroundings. They were in open marshlands; green grass stretched for miles around, and a wispy, lingering fog hung low over it. She turned, then ducked, barely missing the giant rolled-up canvas that went over her head as two young darajas who’d escaped Fedu’s realm with her carried it past on their shoulders. They offered her smiles as they headed toward Ano, who was standing in the middle of the three wagons and pointing left and right as if directing traffic.
    “Put that food in wagon two, it should have been sealed already!” she snapped. “Linens and bedrolls go in wagon three. Let’s move, people! Though I may look it, I am certainly not getting any younger standing around!”
    Koffi looked around the rest of the campsite, trying to find something to do before Ano spotted her. Her heart did an impressive arrangement of cartwheels as she noticed Ekon making his way across the campsite with a basket held against his torso.
  Talk to him, she told herself. You’ve barely spoken since you woke up. And before that . . . Koffi gnawed at her bottom lip. She and Ekon hadn’t discussed the fact that he’d come all the way from Lkossa to find her. When she’d seen him in the Temple of Lkossa’s sky garden, he’d been bloodied and broken, and she hadn’t been able to give him any clues about where she’d gone. He’d still found her. That had to mean something, she just didn’t know where that something left the two of them, and thinking about it made her palms sweaty.
  Just talk to him.
    The decision was made for her when, a second later, Ekon looked up, noticed her, and changed direction so that he was heading straight toward her. Koffi tried to keep her breath even as he approached. And then he was just there, standing right before her.
    “Hey,” he said warmly.
    “Uh . . . hi.”
    “It’s good to see you up and about.”
*  Do not say something …