Title- Through The Oracle’s Mist
Series- Vengelys Series #1
By- Aedan Byrnes
Genre- Historical Paranormal Romance
Published By- Drake Valley Press USA
In the blackest night, with the moon and stars to guide him, she would always be there waiting…
Cyrenna thought she died the day she watched Tynan and his brothers jump through the banishment portal in an act of solidarity with Rigor. Little did she know, it would be the first of many deaths she would experience in her quest to claim his heart. She would surrender not only her immortal soul, but a mortal one repeatedly. Through a deal with the great Oracle, she has multiple mortal lifetimes to change the direction of her future and have a chance with Tynan.
Her journey spans the ages from the GenPei War in Japan and the Silk Road west, to Cromwell, the Three Kingdoms and modern times, bringing her one step closer to forever until she makes a misstep. Then, the burden falls to Tynan. The only thing that is absolute is her fervent hope that he will come, but there’s one big problem.
Through it all, he doesn’t so much as know her name.
*****5- Knocked me off my feet- Stars*****
~this review may contain minor spoilers~
The beginning is at hand beyond the veil.
A flash calls them forth, their time revealed.
Beast and Fae shall walk the plane,
One in darkness, the other in chains.
Light is revealed when the blind is freed.
Their journey's begun, the future conceived.
That was.... captivating, wonderfully fascinating, just amazing. I am in awe at the brilliance of this story-it truly is about a love that weathers the test of time. Cyrenna has got to be one of the strongest, most resilient and determined heroines I have ever come across. The trials this woman faces for the man she's meant to be with is just....immense- but she does it all voluntarily and without complaint. If anyone has ever earned the love of her soul-mate (or in this case, match-mate) it is this woman, she literally lays down her life, time and time again, for a future with Tynan.
I am a Vengelys. I will be a warrior for the high house of Amaranth, seat of the god of the Aradian people, period.
Growing up Vengelys there are expectations or there is failure. Failure is not an option. We are a family of warriors for the throne for generations farther back than I can fathom. It is an honor to serve. The name Vengelys itself is synonymous with the warrior class of our kind.
'In a time before time-a place between places'
We start this book off in a world ruled by Gods and inhabited by Immortals. The seven Vengelys brothers are well known among the warrior class of their kinds, as their the family has been for centuries. Rigor, Dom, Tynan, Lone, Deno, Asmodi, and Kyrna, are a force to be reckoned with who strike fear in the hearts of their enemies by their presence alone. But no one, not even the ever powerful Vengelys, is above the wrath of a God when angered. And when Rigor's temper gets him banished, all seven brothers jump through the banishment portal together, vowing to always stick together through anything.
I heard the soft ting of a single tear and the whispered 'no' from the gallery high above and beyond the throne as though it were a kettle blast. Looking up at the last moment, I saw the golden wings flare behind her terror struck eyes and I knew she was mine. She was mine, but it was too late. The portal, for it's slow labored opening, was closing fast about us and there was no going back. I lost her before I met her. Dear god what have I done? I didn't even know her name.
Cyrenna cannot believe her eyes, just as Tynan is revealed to her as her match-mate, he drops through the portal taking him away from her forever. She is broken and heartsick over the loss of her match, consumed with thoughts of what could have been but now never will be. In a desperate attempt to get to him, she makes a deal with the Oracle at Delphi to send her wherever Tynan is. She wants the chance to know him and him her, she wants Tynan to know her so he can choose her. The cost of this journey? Her immortal life.
I wanted forever. I wanted the love of a man who would burn for me. A love that transcended time and places I had not yet seen. I wanted to know him and him to know me. I wanted him to long for the life he would gain with his eternal match-mate, and rejoice to learn I was the one.
And so begins their journey....
Cyrenna is sent to the place and time where Tynan now exists, but as a mortal being. She is not allowed to reveal her true self to him, he has to learn that on his own, the only guarantee that she has is that she will somehow be in his life, the rest is up to them. When her mortal life ends, she will be delivered into another to start all over again. We travel through the centuries with them this way, watching them meet , Cyrenna forced to hide the true depth of her feelings and Tynan none the wiser. He does feel a pull to each of her incarnations that gets stronger with time, though he doesn't understand why.
The next market is weeks away, as are my brothers. I could have her all to myself. I would need to behave, and to tread carefully, but I know that I can make her mine in that time. Mine for the time or I would perish trying. She would be worth every second. I anticipate them all.
….Everything has changed. I cannot let her go. I won't. She is mine.
After thousands of years, Cyrenna is starting to lose hope that Tynan will ever be hers in the end. Her growing impatience and longing causes her to take a misstep, a mistake that will cost her everything. Now, it is up to Tynan to find her and save her-the only trouble is, her doesn't even know her name.
As if ten thousand yesterdays of regret for Ite had not been enough, today I am compounded in grief for Niamh, Michiko, and others too, whose names I didn't yet know. I had failed her repeatedly. She had been graceful in every time. How had I not seen her beyond the faces she wore? Would I see her when she came again, or would I once again miss my destined mate because I did not recognize her? Would she get to stand up and announce 'it's me'? How will I know her?
This book firmly held my attention right from the start, it was such a unique story and so beautifully told. Watching these two having to learn and adjust with the times, the changing landscape, bitter battles, it was all just so engrossing. It broke my heart having to witness Cyrenna dying over and over again, but her strength and hope for a future with Tynan was breathtaking. But damn if the ending didn't leave me a screaming lunatic- I mean seriously, your killin' me dude, gutted was me. I will be climbing the walls waiting for the next book, but it will be so totally worth it. Aedan Byrnes, you have my full attention-when can I have it back?!
“Tomorrow was never guaranteed, and today would not have been as important if it were. I have loved you from the first, and whatever lies beyond this night, I will love you there as well. We knew this night would come and there would be no new dawn for me.
“This is where you will always find me. In the blackest night with the moon and stars to guide you, I will always be here waiting for you.”
In Through the Oracle's Mist, we meet the Vengelys brothers;
Rigor, Mastema, Tynan, Lone, Denoheau, Asmodai and Kyrna. The Vengelys are a family of warriors for the throne of Amaranth. While we meet them all briefly, the main male for this tale is Tynan. Tynan is very certain he knows everything he needs to know about himself and is content with his lot in life. Through the mist and time he learns that he has a lot to learn about love and sacrifice. His sense of duty, family, and honor are clear to him, until they are not and he must choose. He is a fighter but a protector, a brother and to his surprise an incomplete man. He learns, but is it fast enough?
Cyrenna of the Erian
is a beautiful, smart, purposed woman. She sits at the right hand of Amarine, one of the god-faces of Amaranth as an advisor in the affairs of the Aradian people. She has no notion of any other life or purpose before it is time for her to be reborn, until she sees the Vengelys and recognizes Tynan as her one perfect match. She faces the ultimate challenges in trying to answer the one question she never knew she would face…how much is forever worth? Through the mist and time she learns not only the answer to that question, but just how far she's willing to go to get it…or a chance of it.
That single word coupled with the tangling and untangling fragrance of her, become a vortex in my mind. Rational thought collides with irrational thought, wants, and needs. All of them together, do battle with my better self. Standing up, my feet are unsteady; my head is a carnival ride of haphazard motion, and my inner wild is desperately cleaving for release. I can hear her heaving for breath as quietly as she is able and can smell the palatable desperation to remain in control and calm. I have to back away or it will be over before I can form a thought to stop it. I am too close to losing the battle with my other self and I have less ability to restrain him of late. I am not master of myself right now. I’m too close. Mistakes made years ago will not be repeated. It is a hard reminder in the back of my mind. I have to back away or risk destroying another who might finally, so many years after Ite, be worth the challenge to learn.
Backing up, I find myself stumbling backwards, the mad tumbling bramble in my mind cluttering all rational thoughts and abilities. Lights flash against darkness in my mind, leaving momentary blindness in their wake and confusion. Images slideshow with lightning quickness; her standing in the moonlight, then it isn’t her at all but another who looks at me with sorrow, courage and compassion. More images come of her shivering to maintain control as I stroked an ice cube down her cheek; back to the other her, shivering from a different kind of stroking. The back and forth are disorienting and I find myself ass-planted on the floor with a ‘whump’ grabbing for my temples to stop the onslaught of the ensuing madness. The back and forth comparisons will not be still.
Kneading my eyes with the heels of my hands I shake my head to clear the fog from my addled brain. I am aware that she is not able to see me and that is a small mercy, though as I settle I can smell the cloying damp earth smell of her sobbing in confusion. The smell of her tears is nearly my complete undoing as my other self surges forward to rage at memories. I clamp down hard on the past and the storming emotions to wait. I am rewarded with the low tone of her breath hitching across her vocal chords as she rights herself and regains her composure. Sadly, for both of us, it isn’t enough. I want more.
There is no simple description for Aedan Byrnes. Obsessive, dreamer, reclusive, compulsive, outdoorsman and wordsmith would be among the list if one were started. The displaced Gael lives in the upper Midwest with family between jaunts wherever the road takes him. A frequent traveler, he is as likely to be found rock climbing or spelunking as sitting fireside dreaming or aimlessly floating away.
A lifelong lover of words and writing, he claims a diverse reading appetite and his writing reflects the myriad influences. A self-proclaimed 'reader's writer', he looks for the emotional and the sensory in word combinations, not just the visceral comprehension of phrases in the stories he crafts and his love of all things literary shines through.