Thrillist

Lyra Stevens and Draziel Asheron—a mortal woman and the immortal demon god of the underworld—were never meant to be. Yet, they defied the laws of existence, forging a love so powerful it bound them to an unbreakable, merciless cycle. Every time they found happiness, Lyra died before her thirty-first birthday, only to be reborn with the memories of all her past lives. And each time, Draziel had to find her all over again.
But after her 176th death, Draziel could bear it no longer. In a desperate bid to end their suffering, he struck a deal with his ruthless brother and sworn enemy, Zarek Asheron—the very being responsible for Lyra’s countless deaths. The terms were simple: Lyra would never die again… in exchange for Draziel’s life.
Unwilling to let fate steal her love, Lyra did the unthinkable—she stole Draziel’s power and hurled herself into the past, determined to rewrite their destiny. But the past is not as she remembers. Trapped in an era where Draziel has never met her, she must make him fall in love with her all over again while unraveling the truth behind Zarek’s twisted schemes.
With time running out and dark forces conspiring to keep them apart, Lyra faces the impossible: saving the man she loves, changing a doomed fate, and surviving a past where she was never meant to exist.
But the universe has never been kind to them. And this time, it might be too late.

Eternal Wound

A few days after I escaped from Rava, Nexa, and Varin, I pushed the door to a tavern north of the city. Lira said a tavern was a bounty hunter's market. A place to buy information at low cost.

The rusty hinges squealed loudly, announcing my arrival to the party of drunks seated behind dark oak tables. The dark windows allowed a bit of the fading and gray evening sun, casting different patterns on the chipped wooden floorboards.

A larger man rose to his full height behind a well-polished counter. Deep frown lines were etched onto his large face. He didn't seem to be the smiling type, because even right now, he didn't smile. His face looked as welcoming as a wall.

Fight In The Tavern