A Way Back into Love: Irascible Immortals, #9

By Ronel Janse van Vuuren

Magic. Subterfuge. Unremitting love.

 

Isis had waited millennia to be reunited with her one true love – Osiris. Now that the mortal realm is all but destroyed, it is the perfect time to do some illicit magic.

 

And though bringing Osiris back to the living world has its cost – the walking dead – Isis had never been as happy as the moment they are together, listening to a live performance by a has-been boyband and eating chicken.

 

But all is not as it seems. Can Isis overcome her ancient fears and find her way back into love?

 

Scroll up to buy now to find out if all the odds are truly stacked against them.

 

*This is the ninth book in the Irascible Immortals series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ronel Janse van Vuuren
• Release date: Jul 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201929923

Book preview

Isis stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom in one of the many inter-pantheon rest homes. For the first time in forever, she was wearing a tunic-style dress, gold sandals and bold, gold jewellery reminiscent of her height of power in Egypt. She fixed her eyeliner and added another layer of gold lipstick and stood back to take in the effect.

Glimpses of her life – of her true self – could be seen. The Isis she had been before darkness had touched her life. She smiled. It was time.

She waved her hand in front of the mirror and a live view of the world replaced her image. Empty mountains, forests and grassland – not even an insect. Artemis and Hecate had been true to their word when Morrígan had asked for animals to be rescued from Earth. She’d heard the grumblings of Apollo and Loki about animals and insects overrunning Asgard, Olympus and other places of the gods.

Good. The two of them were supposed to be in Loki’s cave anyway.

Humans were still stuck in their cities, surrounded by all their rubbish and covered by toxic clouds. Vines with blood-red flowers were growing everywhere, not just around the mountains of garbage. Tiny Pans were flying everywhere, terrorising humans, while the sisters Baba Yaga controlled the Unseen Unseelie, giving humans nightmares of more horrors to come.

And there, amidst the burning tyres and hollering humans, were Morrígan and Horus. War. She took a deep breath. It was now or never.

A knock on the door drew her thoughts away from what she wanted to do.

‘Enter!’

Bast entered, carrying a covered tray. She quietly closed the door behind her, then