Dead Heat by Alexander C. Eberhart
The Second Awakening has arrived… but where is Tobias Greene?
Bastien – Tobias wasn’t dead, but he may as well have been. After he and his sister unleashed the Second Awakening across the Expanse, they fell into a deep slumber. Three months I’d spent, trying to wake them, but to no avail. The man I loved slumbered on while the rest of the Magi world roiled in the chaos he left behind. Then there was Cirian, the frustrating, immature, beautiful distraction that interjected himself at any opportunity. If I was to save Tobias from his somnic prison, I would have to do a better job at ignoring the cretin. But as the stakes revolving Tobias’s slumber rise, what would I risk to see him walking amongst the living again?
Azrael – The war was over, but my struggles only deepened. I was the leader of a rebellion—one that sought equality for my kind. But the flames of conflict had cooled, leaving me to navigate the social quagmires of negotiations and political theatre. Tasks I’d never felt comfortable handling. When a distress call goes out, encompassing the other two men Tobias had drawn connections between, I jumped at the opportunity to feel useful again. What I wasn’t prepared for were for those magical connections to migrate between the three of us, or the emotions that they stirred within. I thought my heart beat only for Tobias, but perhaps I was wrong?
Cirian – Disaster had come to the Church of the Source. Our leader absent, the day I’d been dreading had finally arrived. The yoke of responsibility would soon fall on my shoulders, and I’d never been more certain of my egregious faults. What’s worse, Bastien and Azrael had proceeded to entangle themselves in that danger, leaving me no choice but to face my own deficiencies head on. If we were to survive long enough to see Tobias wake, I’d need to push myself beyond what was once thought possible. That couldn’t be so hard, right?
