Heart Of Obsidian: A Psy-changeling Novel by Nalini SinghHeart Of Obsidian: A Psy-changeling Novel by Nalini Singh

Heart Of Obsidian: A Psy-changeling Novel

byNalini Singh

Mass Market Paperback | November 26, 2013

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Step into New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh’s explosive and shockingly passionate Psy-Changeling world...

A dangerous, volatile rebel, hands stained bloodred.
A woman whose very existence has been erased.
A love story so dark, it may shatter the world itself.
A deadly price that must be paid.
The day of reckoning is here.

From “the alpha author of paranormal romance” (Booklist) comes the most highly anticipated novel of her career—one that blurs the line between madness and genius, between subjugation and liberation, between the living and the dead.
Nalini Singh is the New York Times bestselling author of the Psy-Changeling series and the Guild Hunter series. Nalini is passionate about writing. Though she’s traveled as far afield as the deserts of China, the Highlands of Scotland, and the frozen landscapes of Antarctica, it is the journey of the imagination that fascinates her mos...
Title:Heart Of Obsidian: A Psy-changeling NovelFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:384 pages, 6.75 × 4.19 × 1 inPublished:November 26, 2013Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0425264009

ISBN - 13:9780425264003


Rated 5 out of 5 by from . Fantastic, amazing series!
Date published: 2016-11-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from another amazing read N singh just never diappoints.this book was awesome and intense u feel like u r in d book!and u get a sneak peak at the previous characters we love n showing how love makes the characters stronger .i love every part of this series.
Date published: 2014-09-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Another great by Nalini Singh Fantastic! Absolutely loved Kaleb! I wish it was longer
Date published: 2014-06-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wonderful love story! Didn't think I would like Kaleb but oh my, I fell for this scarred man. What a passionate love story!!
Date published: 2014-06-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! After rereading the entire psy-changeling series, I have to say this is the best novel in the whole series. Great love story and amazing plot development.
Date published: 2014-04-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! Had to read it twice. Author's tone perfect.
Date published: 2014-03-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! I love the psy-changling novels. This story took me by surprise. It was always clear that Kaleb had a hidden agenda but I never guess that it would turn out to be what it was, sorry not spoiling it. You need to read this book.
Date published: 2014-01-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! I really loved this book. It's definitely going onto the favourites shelf. I love Kaleb Krychek :D and Sahara was a true heroine. Their story was so beautiful. I know I'll be re-reading the sweet moments over and over again. Another awesome book by Nalini Singh. Now I just have to wait another year for the next book T_T
Date published: 2014-01-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great read from a great author Nalini Singh is in my opinion one of the best authors in the field of fantasy romance. This book is proof of it. I couldn't put it down the first time I read it nor the second time. A book, better said a series that should be on everyones shelf who loves paranormals and hot romance.
Date published: 2013-10-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Heart of obsidian Great story of loss, love and redemption. This is one of the best from Nalini. A must read
Date published: 2013-09-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Heart of obsidian My new favorite in the excellent Psy-Changeling series. I loved getting to know Kaleb and Sahara, seeing their relationship build in the past and present. Can't wait for the next book!
Date published: 2013-09-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome!! Awesome book! probably is going to have to take current top spot in the series. I would give it ten stars of I could.
Date published: 2013-06-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Nalini Singh is a master storyteller! Nailing Singh has no counterpart in her ability to weave together a story that captures the heart of readers as they fall in love with characters who have become family! We absolutely need more of this series. All those Arrows need mates - it's so much fun trying to imagine them finding their way in a world filled with light instead of total darkness!
Date published: 2013-06-11
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Nalini Singh is a master storyteller! Nailing Singh has no counterpart in her ability to weave together a story that captures the heart of readers as they fall in love with characters who have become family! We absolutely need more of this series. All those Arrows need mates - it's so much fun trying to imagine them finding their way in a world filled with light instead of total darkness!
Date published: 2013-06-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Nalini Singh is a master storyteller! Nailing Singh has no counterpart in her ability to weave together a story that captures the heart of readers as they fall in love with characters who have become family! We absolutely need more of this series. All those Arrows need mates - it's so much fun trying to imagine them finding their way in a world filled with light instead of total darkness!
Date published: 2013-06-11
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Nalini Singh is a master storyteller! Nailing Singh has no counterpart in her ability to weave together a story that captures the heart of readers as they fall in love with characters who have become family! We absolutely need more of this series. All those Arrows need mates - it's so much fun trying to imagine them finding their way in a world filled with light instead of total darkness!
Date published: 2013-06-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Incredible addition to the series!!!! Unbelievable!!!! I waited and waited for this book... I didn't read any teasers, excerpts, reviews, or group discussions. I wanted to go into this book without being spoiled even a little bit (and I'm often someone who loves spoilers)... and my expectations were already through the roof, what with it being the Ghost's book and all... Ahhhh this book was just awesome on SO many levels and met EVERY. SINGLE. EXPECTATION. AND. MORE. This review is going to be the pits to some because I'm basically just going to tell you how I feel up to this point, mainly because just telling you who the leads are in this book is a spoiler, and I don't want to spoil a thing for anyone. Plus being the 12th book in a series, reviews are hardly simple when it comes to a fictional world like this one... Listen if you've never read Singh before and are a fan of paranormal romance or even urban fantasy with a strong romantic subplot, then get off your bum and pick up Slave to Sensation (book 1 in the Psy-Changeling series) right now! And I recommend reading at least the first three books if you're not convinced after book 1 or 2. Singh has a gift for world building, and it takes more than two books to get even a small idea of what she's building for us. And let's just say from where it started to where it is now... Ridiculous! It's unbelievable how small morsels from early books in the series are still relevant 8-10 books down the road. Singh is quite consistent with the quality of her work (very very few continuity errors or problems like that), and even when one particular book isn't your favourite in the series, it's still very good and you still like it because of the progression of where she's going with the overall major story arc. Heart of Obsidian is officially in a three-way tie for my favourite in the series. There's no clear cut lead between Judd's book (#3), Hawke's book (#10), and this one the Ghost's book, and I think it's because I love them the same but for slightly different reasons. For Heart of Obsidian, the Ghost is probably the best written "anti-hero" PERIOD! He has done some reprehensible things where you always question where exactly he stands on the good-to-evil scale (obviously closer to evil), and yet Singh does such an amazing job of giving us pieces of this damaged soul, breaking him down layer by layer with the support of this perfect woman for a man like him, you just can't help but want that HEA! And the sex scenes in this thing were ridiculous! Saying the Ghost is a Psy is not a spoiler, so my point is that sex scenes with Psy can come off as sounding quite clinical with a pro-creation purpose only. That is not the case here!!! Ah-mazingly hot and sexy!!! As a reader you're still very aware that it is a Psy having sex, but WOW! Singh has a way with words :P I just can't imagine a die-hard fan of the series like myself being disappointed with this. There will undoubtedly be one or two, but that's just it, they'll be in the minority. For me to find flaws would just be too nit-picky at this point, and it really isn't necessary when I loved it and gave it five stars! I hope Singh fans enjoy this as much as I did, and I hope Singh newbies give this author a chance. If it wasn't official before, it is now! Singh is my favourite author in the genre hands downs (I'm also including her Guild Hunter series that I love just as much as well). She makes her books so much more than a romance, but it all goes hand-in-hand in the best way possible!!! :D
Date published: 2013-06-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Heart of Obsidian by Nalini Singh My heart wept for the young Kaleb and it sang with joy for Sahara and Kaleb as the found each other. The length Kaleb was prepared to protect and avenge his love brought a sigh to my heart. A great love story.
Date published: 2013-06-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Once again I'm in love... Psy-changeling series is really addicting. While I love the other books, I was bored with psy-changeling or changeling-changeling couples. Not that I'm bored with their stories, but I was more interested in psy race. Maybe because I'm in emotional race, so I was curious about them. So I was delighted when the first two-word in this story was Kaleb Krychek. Not only his silence was so silence (from outside at least), he was a dual cardinal councilor who literally can move the earth when he surprised or lost control of his ability (I always giggled when I read those parts). And his mate, Sahara, was a badass in her own way. She's my favorite psy heroine (after Sienna of course). This book is majority about psy, and eventhough you prefer changeling more than psy, you'll still enjoy this, I assure you. The story itself is very good, the pace was rather fast but it fit nice with the story. In the last chapter, there was a big change in psynet and then...stop. Ms Singh is such a big tease.. But I still love her and her story <3 My favorite quote from this book is "We shared DNA" ;-)
Date published: 2013-06-05

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Chapter 1Kaleb Krychek, cardinal telekinetic and a man no one wanted to meet alone on a dark night, had been searching for his quarry for seven years, three weeks, and two days. Even while he slept, his mind had continued to hunt through the sprawling psychic network that was the heartbeat and the cage of the Psy race. Not for a day, not for a second, had he forgotten his search, forgotten what they’d taken from him.Everyone involved would pay. He’d make certain of it.Right now, however, he had different priorities, his search complete, his target huddled in a corner of a small, windowless room in his isolated home on the outskirts of Moscow. Crouching down in front of her, he held out a glass of water. “Drink.”Her response was to crush herself impossibly further into the corner and tighten her arms around the knees she hugged to her chest. She’d spent the hour since he’d retrieved her from her prison rocking to and fro in brittle silence. Her hair was a tangled rats’ nest around her face, her upper arms bearing both fresh scratches and marks of older gouges.She was still a bare five feet, two inches . . . or so he judged. She’d been in a huddled position pre-teleport, had only curled further into her shell in the past sixty minutes. Her eyes—a blue so deep they were midnight—refused to meet his, skittering away if he entered her line of sight.Now she ducked her head, the matted waist-length strands that should’ve been a rich black interwoven with unexpected strands of red-gold, dull and greasy around her down-bent face. That face was all bone under pallid skin of palest brown, the nails on her hands gnawed to the quick yet embedded with dried blood that said she’d used the stubs to viciously scratch either her own skin or another’s, perhaps both.At last, he understood why the NetMind and DarkMind, the twin entities that knew every corner of the vast psychic network that connected all Psy on the planet but for the renegades, had been unable to find her—regardless of how many times he’d made the request or how much information he’d given them in an effort to narrow the scope of the search. Kaleb had been inside her mind during retrieval, had needed to be to complete the teleport, and even then, he wouldn’t have known it was her if he hadn’t had incontrovertible evidence to the contrary. The person she’d been was gone.Whether what remained was anything more than a broken shell was yet an unanswered question.“Drink or I’ll leave you to wallow in your filth.”He used words that would’ve once caused her to react—but he didn’t know if that part of her existed any longer. The file he’d so meticulously put together over the years, the file he’d studied until he could recite the contents in his sleep, was going to be useless. She was no longer that girl with her hair brushed straight and shiny and midnight eyes that seemed to see far beyond the skin.“Perhaps you enjoy smelling like something from the garbage.”The rocking increased.Logic said he needed to get a Psy-Med specialist in here as fast as possible. But Kaleb knew he wasn’t going to do that. He trusted very, very few people and he trusted no one when it came to her. Since his current approach wasn’t bearing the results he wanted, he shifted focus with the ease of a man who had no emotional attachment to a decision.“Your lips are cracked and it’s clear you haven’t had enough fluids for at least twenty-four hours.” In the split second that he’d teleported into the white-on-white room where she’d been held, the overhead light cutting in its torturous brightness, he’d seen the bottles thrown at the wall, the liquid soaked into the floor.His initial assumption had been that the painful brightness was a normal part of her existence, but it may have been a punishment, her captors attempting to break her will. That it wasn’t already broken. . . yes, it said something about the woman who refused to interact with him on any level.“If you wanted to kill yourself,” he said, watching for even the most minor response to the brutal words, “there are easier ways than dying of thirst. Or aren’t you intelligent enough to work that out?”The rocking accelerated further.“I can as easily pin you to the wall and force the water down your throat. I won’t even need to touch you.”She hissed at him, dark blue orbs glinting behind the tangled mass of her hair.He didn’t move, didn’t betray any reaction to the fact that she’d responded in some fashion at last, even if it was nonverbal. “Drink it. I won’t ask again.”Still she resisted. Unexpected. Her mind might be broken, but it wasn’t—had never been—unintelligent. No, her intellect was so piercing, her teachers had struggled to keep up with her. She had to be aware that refusing him wasn’t an option. The power of a cardinal telekinetic was vast. He could crack every bone in her body with a fleeting thought, crush those bones into dust if he so chose. Even if she no longer understood that, she’d experienced his strength when he teleported her from her cell and to his home; she had to comprehend her precarious situation.Her eyes flicked to the glass in his hand, teeth biting down on her badly cracked lower lip. Yet she didn’t reach for the water she so patently needed. Why?He took a moment to think, consider the circumstances in which he’d found her. “It’s not drugged,” he said, talking to a face that held no recognition, no sign that she remembered their final blood-soaked encounter, an encounter where she’d screamed for so long and in such agony she’d caused damage to her throat that would’ve needed medical attention to repair.“Infused with the minerals and vitamins that you need,” he continued, “but not drugged. You’re no use to me in a coma.” Holding her gaze when it finally connected with his, he took a healthy swallow of the water, then held out the glass.It was snatched from him a second later. He’d teleported in another full glass from the kitchen before she finished the first. She emptied them both. Getting rid of the glass with a negligible use of his telekinesis, he rose from his crouched position in front of her. “Do you want to eat first or shower?”She stared up at him, eyes narrowed.“Fine, I’ll make the decision for you.” He brought in a plate of fresh, uncut fruit, as well as a thick slice of bread spread with butter and honey. It wasn’t the kind of food he ate—like most Psy, he lived on nutrition bars, for Silence thrived in the absence of sensation, and taste was a powerful one.His guest’s Silence, however, had been shattered a lifetime ago. Sensation might well be the key to bringing her back from the mental wasteland where she’d retreated, her personality and abilities entombed. Teleporting in a knife, he sliced the bread into four smaller pieces, then, going down on his haunches, held the plate out to her. She stared for over a minute before selecting a piece not in the quick jab he’d expected, but with measured deliberation.So, her captors hadn’t starved her. She’d chosen not to eat.It took no effort to reach out with his mind, set the water to boil in the kitchen, prepare a mug of tea just hot enough that she could sip it. He dumped three teaspoons of sugar in the mug before bringing it in for her. This time, she didn’t hesitate, cuddling the mug to her chest.Heat.Realizing she was cold, he adjusted the thermostat to further warm up the already warm room. She didn’t react except to take another quarter of the bread. As she ate with slow neatness, he had the sense he was being evaluated. It would’ve been easy to jump to the conclusion that she wasn’t as broken as she appeared, that this was all a clever act, but the fleeting moments he’d spent in her mind told a far different story.She’d been splintered from the inside out.The intelligence that judged him at this instant was more akin to the primal hindbrain that existed within every civilized being, the part that knew how to identify predator from prey, danger from safety. It wasn’t the level of function he needed from her, but it was better than total catatonia or actual physical brain damage.Her brain was fine. It was her mind that was broken.Picking up an apple, he went to cut it, but her eyes flicked left to the grapes. He didn’t say a word, simply put down the apple and turned the plate so the grapes were close to her hand. She ate four, took a sip of tea, and stopped.Half a slice of bread, four grapes, two glasses of water, and a sip of tea.It was a better result than he might have initially predicted.“I’ll leave this here for you,” he said, rising to put the plate on the small table on the far side of the bed. “If you want more, or something different, you’ll have to get it from the kitchen yourself.”That got her attention.The subtle rocking that had restarted when he rose to his feet stopped, and he knew she was listening. He had read Psy-Med Journals in preparation for the eventuality that she was broken when he found her, had even sat in remotely on countless lectures on the subject, but where the specialists recommended quiet, calm, gentle interaction, he knew the primitive mind behind those eyes of midnight blue would see right through such an act.He was the monster that stalked nightmare, and they both knew it.“You can move around the house as you please,” he told her, calculating how many years it had been since she’d been allowed any kind of freedom. The entire span of her captivity? If so, in this he could understand the impact on her psyche better than any stranger with psycho-medical training.“The reason this room has no windows,” he said, answering the question she hadn’t asked, but that had to be at the surface of her consciousness, “was to negate the possibility of panic on your part at being removed from a closed environment.”Her shoulders stiffened. Perhaps, he thought, there was more than an animal mind present within the fragile shell of her body. Perhaps. “If you prefer another room, choose it. For now, the bathroom is through there.” He pointed to the door on the other side of the bed, having deliberately chosen the smallest suite in the house for the same reason he’d given for the lack of windows.He’d built the suite for her, for this exact possibility.It was impossible to predict how she might react to the wide-open vista that encircled the house. He had no neighbors within screaming distance . . . further. The one side not bounded by grassy fields housed the terrace—and it was flush up against a jagged gorge. A terrace, he realized all at once, that had no railings, and could be reached by any number of rooms in the house, including the bedroom across from this one.He was already retrieving the supplies to fix that oversight as he spoke. “If you wish to continue to smell like a pigsty, that’s your choice. However, when I get sick of the stink, I’ll simply teleport you into the shower, clothes and all, and turn on the water while pouring liquid soap over your head.”The rocking had stopped totally by now.“There are civilian clothes for you in the closet.” Not every piece would fit her emaciated frame, but she’d have enough for the time being. “If you’re attached to your institutional uniform”—a white smock, white pants, both filthy—“there’s a clean set in the dresser.” He’d sourced it a few minutes ago from a medical facility that would never notice the lack.The woman in the corner remained mutinously silent.Turning, he walked to the door, his fingers playing over the tiny platinum star in his pocket. “It’s after midnight. Sleep if you wish—if not, the house is yours to explore. I’ll be on the terrace.” He left without further words. This chess game was the most important of his life, each move as critical as the next. Those who’d held her captive had treated her as one might a dumb animal, but she was not that. No, she was far more gifted a prize. One he would do nothing to jeopardize.As he would make no final decisions.Not yet. Not until he knew how much of her they’d broken.Kaleb could’ve built the barrier between the terrace and the gorge using his telekinetic abilities, but he stripped, changed into thin black sweatpants designed to keep the body cool and took on the task manually. As a Tk, energy was his lifeblood, but right now, he had an excess of it—not on the psychic plane, but on the physical.Had he been human or changeling, the sudden spike in his energy levels might’ve been put down to excitement in achieving the goal that had been his driving force for seven years, in having her in his home and within reach. But he wasn’t a member of the emotional races. He was Psy and he was Silent, his emotions conditioned out of him when he’d been a child. His path to that Silence had been erratic at times, but the end result was the development of a coolly rational mind that held no shadow of fear or hope, anguish or excitement.He had once had a large structural flaw in his conditioning, a bone-deep fracture in his Silence, but that had been in another life. The fracture had sealed to adamantine hardness, the weak spot morphing into the strongest part of his Silence, but he knew that behind the stone, the fault remained.The day it no longer did . . . it was better for the world if that didn’t come to pass.Wiping the sweat off his brow with his forearm, he turned up the voltage on the outdoor lights and began to drill in the screws that would ensure the metal barrier he was putting in place wouldn’t collapse even in a major earth tremor. He hadn’t searched so long for his quarry to lose her through a lack of preparation.Even as he concentrated on the task, he kept an ear open for his guest. Some would say “prisoner” was the more apt term, but the words didn’t matter. Only the fact that she was in his grasp.CRASH!Drill abandoned, he’d teleported into her room before he consciously processed the violence of sound.

Editorial Reviews

Praise for Nalini Singh and her Psy-Changeling Novels

“The alpha author of paranormal romance.”—Booklist

“Nalini Singh is a master storyteller.”—Maya Banks, #1 New York Times & USA Today bestselling author 

“Nalini is brilliant.”—USA Today

“Complex psychological changes are balanced by deep love...Outstanding.”—Publishers Weekly