BEYOND FATE by AMALIA DILLIN
The highly anticipated conclusion to the “Fate of the Gods” trilogy
Publication Date: September 16
Contemporary Fantasy / Norse Mythology
Contemporary Fantasy / Norse Mythology
$16.95 trade paperback, 425 pages • $6.99 ebook
Praise for “Fate of the Gods”:
“You won’t be able to deny that Miss Dillin is a genius ... This story was absolutely amazing. It’s like nothing I’ve read before ... a complete game changer.”
“An amazing fantasy world which succeeds in cleverly incorporating history, mythology and biblical figures. The seamless integration of Norse and Greek gods was inspired and I can’t wait to see where this series heads next.”
"Eve is my absolute favorite kind of character. I would absolute recommend reading the entire [Fate of the Gods] series. I can't wait to read more by Amalia Dillin. Definitely worth the read!"
“One of the more fascinating and haunting books I’ve read in quite some time.”
“A beautiful, sweeping story that puts on display the power of every interpretation of love, and the truth of what can be accomplished when people choose peace over strife. I couldn’t put it out of my mind for days.”
The epic conclusion to the Fate of the Gods trilogy. When Adam left Eve, abandoning his wife and their newborn daughter Elah, he thought he was saving the world. But he hadn't counted on the influence of Michael, twisting Elah's love for her parents into paranoia, or the slow, leaching death of the world she rules. How could he have known the blame for the world turning barren would fall on Eve?
Eve only had two years to teach her daughter love, to cement Elah's sense of morality and ensure the safety of all Creation. Even with the help of Raphael, Elah is becoming her father's daughter, a master manipulator, and she's determined to have her way, even if it means betraying her own mother's trust.
With Loki and the Aesir gone, Thor thinks he’s protected Eve from the ravages of Ragnarok, but there are forces in play even the gods can’t see. When Thor arrives in Eve's next life, offering her everything she ever wanted from Adam, and more — eternity without death or rebirth, and the freedom to live outside of her daughter's reach — Eve is more than tempted. Being part of the world has grown physically painful. If she can escape to Asgard, maybe she can live again. Maybe she can love again.
But can the world survive with only Adam to protect it?
I began as a Biology major before taking Latin and falling in love with old heroes and older gods. After that, I couldn't stop writing about them, with the occasional break for more contemporary subjects. I live in upstate New York with my husband, and dream of the day when we will own goats--to pull my chariot through the sky, of course.
I'm kind of obsessed with mythology, history, animal behavior, and comic books. I love exploring how story becomes history becomes myth, and often wonder what future generations are going to make of the most famous of our modern literary heroes. Will they one day look back and wonder if we worshipped at the altar of Superman? How many years until Sherlock Holmes is rooted firmly into the realm of living historical person and people start claiming him as an ancestor? Or, has the digital revolution and the dawn of the internet interrupted the natural evolution of story into memory into fact into truth? We, and the people who came before us, have such a complex relationship to our myths. They are both living and dead, growing and unchanged, history and fiction.
I try to always keep in mind that once, however long ago, or maybe even just yesterday, somewhere and somewhen, people believed mythology was truth. It's only fair, after all.
I also occasionally contribute to the website GeekaChicas. Pretty much covering the same kinds of topics.
It's also entirely possible that you might be interested in scoping out my alter-ego, that other Amalia who writes historical fiction!
The door quirked, and Eve looked up, her eyes narrowing. The panel flashed green, and hissed open. Adam grinned at her from the other side, as if it were some delightful magic trick.“I wonder if this means you could launch nuclear missiles from the North Country,” hesaid. “How sensitive do you suppose these metrics are?” “Manners still apply whether you’re the president or a dictator. You can’t just invite yourself into my room any time you want.” She grabbed the books she needed, sliding them into the bag at her hip. And then the apple, too. “I’m on my way out, so whatever it is, you’ll have to wait." “Class, Evey? Really?” He leaned against the door frame, blocking her exit. “At a time like this?” “Why are you still here?” she demanded. “Don’t you have a country to run?” He crossed his arms, something in his expression softening. “Sharp-tongued this morning, aren’t we?” “You just broke into my dorm room,” she said. “And now you’re going to try to tell me that I’m the one with the problem?” “You are the one with the problem,” he said gently, stepping inside and letting the door whoosh shut behind him. “This isn’t you, Evey. Even when you were married to Garrit you weren’t this... prickly.” She stiffened. Marcus’ word from Adam’s mouth. “If I am behaving that way toward you, I think I have plenty of reasons.” He held up both hands, palm out. “I’m sorry. That isn’t why I’m here. And you’re right, it was rude of me to walk in this way but I didn’t think you’d speak to me if I announced myself, and the longer I loiter around, the more likely someone will notice I’ve come. You don’t know how difficult it is for me to get this kind of privacy.” “Oh you poor thing,” she snapped. “Made yourself a king and now you don’t get any time to yourself.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Evey, I’m trying to save the world. I think I should get a pass on the rise to power.” “It isn’t mutually exclusive, Adam. You want the world for yourself, and it isn’t any good to you if it’s dead. So fine. You have it, you’re doing what you can to keep it. It doesn’t make you noble or good, or even responsible.” “I didn’t do any of this because I wanted the world to myself,” he said, the words ground between his teeth. “I did it for the people who were starving. I did it to stop all the unnecessary suffering caused by greed. I did it for you!” Eve flushed, looking away. What could she say to that? What did he expect her to say to that? “I told myself for so long it had nothing to do with you.” Adam barked a laugh and dropped into her sofa. “It didn’t make it any truer. And now you’re just,” he waved a hand vaguely. “It breaks my heart, Evey. Knowing what you used to be, what you were. Thor must realize it, too. After all this time, he finally gets to have you, and you’re not even...” She swallowed, not sure she wanted to hear this. Any of it. “Even what?” He looked up at her, pity in his eyes. “It’s like you’ve forgotten what love is. You make all the right gestures with Thor, but there’s nothing there. No emotion behind it, outside of some kind of relief.” “That isn’t – ” Eve shook her head, stepping back. Adam of all people to say such a thing. To tell her she didn’t know how to love. Didn’t he understand? Didn’t he realize that he’d done this? He’d made her this way. Leaving her. Abandoning her. And then the isolation that had followed. If anyone didn’t know love, it was him. It was always him. “You should go,” she said. “Evey, don’t be like this.” Adam was on his feet, one hand outstretched. But she had to be. This was who she was. This was all she was. And he’d made her this way. He’d changed her. That was what Thor had said, wasn’t it? Adam had changed her, and ifshe was going to change back, if she was going to be anything, it couldn’t be here. Not near him. Not part of this world he’d built with Elah after she’d worked so hard to make it possible. To make Elah a force for good. To teach her love. She’d given everything she had to their daughter, and it wasn’t enough. After all that she’d done, everything she’d given up, Elah was willing to kill them both for more. She didn’t want this. To be this person. Not anymore. “I’m going to class, Adam,” she said firmly. “And when I get back, you’re going to be gone.” “Evey, please. I’m not trying to hurt you. I want your help. That’s why I came. I want you to help me, in the North Country – ” “No.” Eve touched the door release, not looking back. If she looked back, she’d see how much this hurt him. How much she’d hurt him, and she’d hesitate. He’d sink his claws into her, and she’d never be free. “I don’t ever want to see you again.” And then she left. To prove Adam wrong. To take back her life.
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