#Review: Raising Chaos – Elizabeth Corrigan
For as long as he can remember, Bedlam has loved the one who may never be able to reciprocate that love–the beautiful and enigmatic Khet. Khet is everything he wants in a woman. So much so, that he’ll do anything to gain her attention. While she may not feel the same way about him, she does everything possible to give him the time and attention he deserves. Deep inside, he wishes things could be different between them, but for the time being, he’ll make do with what he’s got.
When the lovely Khet goes missing, Bedlam soon realizes that things are not what they seem. To make things worse, Azrael is back, and seeking to wreak havoc on those who have done her wrong. In Khet’s case, it means she’s at the forefront of Azrael’s tirade. If he’s to succeed in undermining Azrael’s plans, he’ll need to resort to unexpected measures. The question is, how can he do that when he’s not exactly sure what she’s up to in the first place?
Determined to make good on his own plans, Bedlam turns to the most unlikeliest sources. He knows that help from the other side won’t come easy, but at this point, he doesn’t really care. He needs to know Khet’s exact whereabouts if he’s to intercept the chaos that’s heading her way.
As the events set into motion start to unfold, Bedlam comes to the realization that there is more at stake than he knew. Azrael’s sordid plans include a legendary object many believe does not exist. If he’s to succeed in achieving an end to his means, he’ll need to prove himself worthy in every way possible. Deep inside, he knows he can do it. It’s just going to take a whole lot of gumption as well as resorting to things he normally doesn’t do. For Khet’s sake, he knows it’s worth the pain and effort, if only to keep her out of harm’s way, once and for all.
I absolutely loved this second book in this series. It was lovely learning more about Khet through Bedlam’s eyes. It’s also refreshing to see the war between good and evil depicted in a totally unique way. While most apocalyptic books keep God at the forefront, in this series, Heaven and Hell are moved by the angels and demons themselves. Granted, God does give them orders, but He sort of does from the shadows, so to speak. I’m definitely looking forward to what else Elizabeth has in store for this delightful series. You’ve got me hooked!
Bedlam – Monday, 12 a.m. GMT
I bopped my head in time with Billy Idol dancing with himself as the song pealed from the juke box. I’d picked the track in hopes that Khet would take the hint and dance with me, but it didn’t work. Before the song was half over, I got tired of waiting and bopped over to the counter, where she was poring over a triplicate form.
“Khet, put the money stuff away and come dance! You’ll still have trillions of dollars even after you subtract whatever you lost on this money pit this week.”
I didn’t mean to insult the diner. Well, I kind of did. The diner was a money pit, but still, I loved it. My attachment had no rational explanation. I mean, what I generously referred to as a restaurant was a lackluster eatery in a crappy part of a city—Philadelphia—that might once have been a pearl of American society, but now was more a flawed cubic zirconium of people obsessed with sports teams that had seen better days. Yellow foam stuck out from between the cracks in the teal vinyl benches, looking like some kind of bulbous mold, and the silver tables always had some kind of film on them. The air smelled of slightly rancid grease and too-strong
coffee that had been sitting in the pot since Khet brewed it yesterday morning. And as for the food… Well, Khet had a habit of hiring cooks who’d never even seen a griddle before they started employment.
But the thing was, the diner was Khet’s. She had never owned anything like it, not in the three thousand years I’d known her, until a few decades ago. And if it belonged to her, it belonged to me too, because she had figured out a long time ago that life was easier if she let me do what I wanted. So this was more than a diner of hers and mine. It was our home.
I expected her to give me one of her usual responses about how she was “being the responsible one” and paying the bills so the gas didn’t get shut off, but she remained silent.
“Khet?” I waved my hand in front of her face. “Are you listening to me?”
Her brown eyes met mine, and I wondered if she could read anything in their demon-black depths. Not that she had to. She was the all-powerful Oracle who could read my mind. And also the inspiration for the Biblical myth of Cain, though in a bizarre way that led to her accidentally destroying a town rather than murdering a brother.
“I’m sorry, Bedlam,” she said. “Did you say something?”
I swiped the piece of paper out from under her pen and beheld what appeared to be a shopping list written in cuneiform. “What in Mephistopheles’s tomb is this?”
She tilted her head to the side. “Mephistopheles has a tomb?”
I waved my hand. “Tombs, archives, sepulchers. Same difference.”
“I don’t think—”
“Not the point.” I sat down on the stool facing her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” She smiled as she spoke. Someone who didn’t know her that well might have bought it, but not me.
“Wait, so something’s wrong, and you won’t tell me what?”
That could be one of two things.
No, one of one thing. I’m the one that never wants to talk about a certain brown-haired angel.
I had this epic love tragedy going with Keziel, the angel of balance. To make a long story not quite as long, Kezi created the world with some help from me and Jophiel, the angel of service, and when we were done, she granted us each any boon within her power. Since I had fallen in love with her, the only thing I wanted was to stay with her forever, but Jophiel beat me to the punch. He made her promise to marry him and serve with him forever. And since angels can’t fall out of love, I was doomed to be unhappy without her forever. And she still owes me that boon.
But Kezi hadn’t been around. I could tell. I could always tell. Which meant Khet’s problem had to concern the angel of joy, Gabriel.
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When good fails, chaos rises to the challenge.
The daily life of a chaos demon is delightfully sinful—overindulging in Sri Lankan delicacies, trespassing on private beaches in Hawaii, and getting soused at the best angel bar on the planet. But when Bedlam learns that the archdemon Azrael has escaped from the Abyss in order to wreak vengeance against the person who sent her there—Bedlam’s best friend, Khet—he can’t sit idly by.
Only one relic possesses the power to kill Khet, who suffers immortality at Lucifer’s request: the mythical Spear of Destiny, which pierced Christ’s side at His crucifixion. Neither angel nor demon has seen the Spear in two thousand years, but Azrael claims to know its location. Bedlam has no choice but to interpret woefully outdated clues and race her to its ancient resting place.
His quest is made nearly impossible by the interference of a persnickety archivist, Keziel—his angelic ex—and a dedicated cult intent on keeping the Spear out of the wrong hands. But to Bedlam, “wrong” is just an arbitrary word, and there’s no way he’s letting Khet die without a fight.
About The Author:
Elizabeth Corrigan has degrees in English and psychology and has spent several years working as a data analyst in various branches of the healthcare industry. When she’s not hard at work on her next novel, Elizabeth enjoys singing, reading teen vampire novels, and making Sims of her characters.
She drinks more Diet Coke than is probably optimal for the human body and is pathologically afraid of bees. She lives in Maryland with two cats and a purple Smart Car.
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