War captivates and ensnares in a way that Pestilence did not, however, Pestilence was light and fun in a way that War, too busy seducing you with its dark awesomeness, didn’t get around to. The vibe, tempo and overall feel of both books are all very, damn near tangibly different. While they are in the same world (of sorts) they feel exceptionally different.
But there’s another side to him, one that’s gentle and loving and dead set on winning her over, and she might not be strong enough to resist. Now Miriam faces a terrifying future, one where she watches her world burn town by town, and the one man responsible for it all is her seemingly indestructible “husband”. But when the massive and terrifying horseman corners Miriam, he calls her his wife, and instead of killing her, he takes her back to his camp. There is no surviving this, especially not once Miriam catches the eye of War himself. Houses are burning, the streets run red with blood, and a traitorous army is massacring every last resident. The day Jerusalem falls, Miriam Elmahdy knows her life is over. Only, the longer she’s with him, the more uncertain she is about his true feelings towards her … and hers towards him.Īnd now, well, Sara might still be able to save the world, but in order to do so, she’ll have to sacrifice her heart in the process. Now the horseman, very much alive and very pissed off, has taken her prisoner, and he’s eager to make her suffer. Too bad no one told her Pestilence can’t be killed. Unless, of course, the angelic-looking horseman is stopped, which is exactly what Sara has in mind when she shoots the unholy beast off his steed. When Pestilence comes for Sara Burn’s town, one thing is certain: everyone she knows and loves is marked for death.
They came to earth, and they came to end us all. Four horsemen with the power to destroy all of humanity. They came to earth-Pestilence, War, Famine, Death-four horsemen riding their screaming steeds, racing to the corners of the world. I’m here to share why you definitely, definitely! should too. And after tearing through War and hurling through Pestilence. I knew War was book 2, but something told me to screw convention and dive right on in and Oh. And then I see this gorgeous cover for War on my timeline, and I’m reminded that I’ve yet to read book 1, Pestilence of the Four Horseman series, that’s been perched on my shelf for months. Aside from the occasional highlight (hello, all things Nalini Singh and the always reliable Kennedy Ryan and Ruby Dixon) it’s been a rather ‘meh’ reading year. The Four Horsemen series by Laura Thalassa is all of the sexy, epic fantasy that I’ve been missing during my most unwanted reading slump.
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