Rory Forseti lost almost everything to the Reapers, so joining Team
Midgard has given her a renewed sense of purpose. Team Midgard is
on high alert after the theft of the artifact that allows the Reapers to
summon chimeras was stolen by Covington, the Reaper who killed
Rory's parents. Now, an even more deadly artifact is at stake, Typhon's
Scepter, and Rory, Ian, Zoe, Mateo, and Takeda are determined to do
everything to stop Covington and the other Reapers. Unfortunately, the
Reapers have an even more diabolical plan and Rory will have to risk
everything if she is to survive...
I love Rory! Her loyalty and sense of honor, no matter how others treat
her, is admirable but it is her spunky spirit that stands out the most.
She's a Spartan, gifted with fighting skills that allow her to identify the
various moves others will make as well as the usage of items as
weapons. However, it is her Spartan heart that truly shines as she
doesn't give in when the odds against her seem impossible, and she
defends her friends no matter the personal cost.
SPARTAN PROMISE is the second
book in the†Mythos Academy
Spinoff Series†and can easily be read without prior knowledge
of either the original†Mythos
Academy†series or the first book in the spinoff series. Jennifer
Estep provides readers enough background information to jump right in
and enjoy the story line. However, there are spoilers aplenty for both
the earlier series and the prior book so be forewarned if you aren't a fan
of spoilers. I haven't read the original†Mythos Academy†series ,but intend to correct that problem
immediately as the Mythos Academy
Spinoff Series is just sheer fun!
Jennifer Estep is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors. I'm
almost embarrassed to admit how few books I've read by her although
I'm already working my way through her backlist. SPARTAN PROMISE is full of action, humor,
phenomenal characters, and a whole lot of mythological mysteries. I
can't wait to see where Jennifer Estep takes us next!
Hunting for the bad guys has never been so dangerous . . .
My name is Rory Forseti, and I attend the Colorado branch
Mythos Academy, a school of warrior kids, powerful
artifacts, and mythological monsters.
Iím a student, a fierce Spartan warrior, and a member of
Team Midgard, a group of kids and adults tasked with
stopping the evil Reapers of Chaos. There is one Reaper
determined to hunt down above all others: Covington, the
who murdered my parents.
So when the Midgard gets a tip that Covington is going to
try to steal a dangerous artifact, Iím ready to fight. But
the situation is far more complicated than it seems, and
Reapers arenít my only enemies.
Iíll have to use all my Spartan strength and skills to
survive this. And even then, it might be my blood that
spilled . . .
I lashed out with my pen first, trying to drive it into the
shadow's throat. But the shadow was quicker than I expected,
and it blocked the blow and caught my wrist in
Usually, when I was fighting someone, I could see what the
other person was going to do before he actually did it. How
hard he was going to punch me, how many times, even the
angle he was going to swing at me from. It was more of my
Spartan magic at work. I'd always thought that being in a
fight was like starring in my own personal action movie,
only I had the advantage since I was always a couple of
steps ahead of the other person.
But here in the dark, I couldn't see as well as normal,
which limited that particular ability. Still, I'd been in a
lot of fights, so I could guess what the guy was going to do
next. Sure enough, he bent my wrist back, trying to make me
drop the pen, so I obliged him and let go of my makeshift
weapon. He loosened his grip for a second, giving me enough
time to surge forward and ram my elbow into his stomach. His
breath escaped in a loud oof! of air, and I whirled
around and stepped back out of his long reach.
The guy recovered quickly and came at me again. I heard the
faint zip of a weapon slicing through the air, and I raised
Babs up into a defensive position.
Our two weapons crashed together, drowning out everything
else, and that was when the fight truly began.
Back and forth, we battled through the tunnel. With every
strike and counterstrike, I cataloged everything I learned
about the guy. He was tall and fast, but he didn't have a
Roman's superspeed. Instead, he was exceptionally strong,
telling me that he was a Viking. Given the dark, murky
gloom, I couldn't tell exactly what kind of weapon he was
using, but it seemed big and heavy. Probably an ax. Vikings
usually preferred to use those instead of swords.
Despite the fact that the guy was trying to hack me to
pieces, I grinned as we whirled around and around and our
blades crashed together time and time again. That was
another, slightly freaky thing about being a Spartan.
Fighting for my life seemed natural, like it was
something I was supposed to do, like it was such a
big part of who and what I was that I could never
be anything other than a warrior.
That worried me more than I cared to admit. Spartan or not,
I didn't want to spend my whole life fighting Reapers. Even
warriors needed a break, and even the best warrior could die
on the battlefield. One lucky strike, one moment of
hesitation or distraction, was all it took to send you to
your grave. But I pushed my worries aside, because I needed
to focus if I wanted to win this fight.
This guy was good, a worthy opponent for my Spartan
fighting skills, and it was taking all my training to keep
him from slicing me to ribbons. I hadn't battled someone as
skilled as him in a long time, and it was going to make
beating him that much more satisfying.