The Curse Mark: Chapter Two.



Adrienne’s day had been rather ordinary before Cara had waltzed in.  It had actually been very relaxing, and unusual, entirely free of any of the visions that had plagued Adrienne daily.  So she had been in an awfully good mood.  Not even the bane of cleaning each and every glass bothered her.  She smiled more willingly this evening than she had in the last seven days, let alone the last month.  There were no raging headaches, no pounding pain at the back of her skull.   It was a positive, after all, there were approximately three to four hundred people in the main rooms of the nightclub that was conjoined with her bar who were celebrating Halloween in the most drunken, degrading manner as possible.   So despite having to deal with so many irritating men and women potentially trashing the nightclub (although many heed the warnings, some are still fool enough to dare break something of hers) it was pleasant day, right up until the moment when the sylph by the door decided to be generous with his powers.  That did not bode well with Adrienne, and made her frown for the first time all day.

She was used to seeing Cara come in whenever she liked, it was with a little bit more gusto than the older woman had expected.  To some of Adrienne’s customers, Cara would perhaps seem a little too young, but that girl was older than her seventeen years old appearance showed.  But that was not what had bothered Adrienne the most.  What had bothered her was the intensity of the vision that had consumed Adrienne’s attention the moment Cara thought to play with the customer near the door.

Intense and over in a flash, Adrienne received a headache afterwards, feeling that familiar dull ache and hating it.  Not prone to showing intense affection for another humanoid creature, Adrienne considered Cara as nothing more than another customer.   Whatever the girl might have considered Adrienne, between the pair of them, Adrienne had always had the upper hand when it counted.   She was an interesting demon child, and when interesting walked in her door, Adrienne liked to keep them close to her.

Looking down at Cara now, Adrienne’s face didn’t not even flinch at the words the came out of Cara’s mouth.  If Cara had thought she would be more accessible now in her brightened mood, Cara was wrong.

“Why are you looking for an angel Cara?” Adrienne stared down at her, her eyes wide, though not wide in a surprised way, but wider than previously reflecting her concern.  Cara was a demon, born but not bred.  Not exactly.  Cara like Adrienne wasn’t exactly the most sharing person, and so it had taken a while for Cara to tell her that her parents had been adoptive, and that her biological parents were murdered before Cara could even walk on her own.  That was all that Cara had told Adrienne, and even though Cara was a very good actress, Adrienne was just as good.  There weren’t many who could match Cara’s skill, but Adrienne had been around a long time.  When Cara had reluctantly told her those two pieces of information, Adrienne had caught the faint glimpse of determination in Cara’s eyes.  She’d looked determined, fierce as though she were ready to pick a fight and win it at whatever cost.  It was rare for Adrienne to see such expressions on demons such as Cara.  Most of the time, demons were cockily arrogant (as Cara was more often than not) and got themselves killed for merely being ‘evil’.   But really, if mortals paid a slight bit more attention to the difference between good and evil, they would have realised that good was not always good, and that evil was not always evil.  That, Adrienne had learnt from her friend, Haruki.

Cara hesitated, this time really catching Adrienne’s attention.  It must be serious… She thought, and frowned, “Karyna?  Why are you looking for an angel?” She asked, daring to go as far as adopting the nickname that Adrienne only used once in a while.

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The Curse Mark: Chapter One.


It began with a curse.  In all honesty, Cara was embarrassed to have found herself cursed.  It had to be a lie, but really, anyone who had been there knew that it was not a lie.  Hard for it to have been faked too, since Cara had a big, black, admittedly kind of cool looking wicked tattoo on her left arm.  At least it wasn’t difficult to hide.  But it sure was unpleasant and if anyone knew that Cara had been cursed, then Cara was going attract a lot of dislikeable and unwanted attention.

Strolling quickly down the street, passing numerous shops that had closed for the night, Cara had one destination in mind.  Ignoring the men and women who were handing out pamphlets of political propaganda that this particular woman could care less about, the sight of the very chic and elegant bar room came into view.

Anyone who laid their eyes on the lithe and delicate body of Cara de Vries would have wondered what century she had come from if it had been any other day than today.  For many, today was known as Halloween.  For the witches and wiccan practitioners, today was Samhain.  For Christians, it was All Hallow’s Eve.  So such fancy dress was hardly out of place.  It was not as though Cara cared what others thought of the way she dressed, since she was very comfortable in what she wore.  Often times though, Adrienne would complain about how aged Cara  was despite being so young and vibrant, full of youthful vigorous energy and not at all like Adrienne herself.  Of course, all of this was generally said in a sarcastic tone, and it wasn’t like Cara to ever take the older woman seriously.  Why should she?  Cara had only ever relied on herself.

The paper promoters stopped promoting when she walked passed them, momentarily stunned by her beauty, a fact the woman in question was already highly aware of and not afraid to exploit.   The dark did not hide Cara’s figure, her face, or her costume, for it was not entirely dark.  There were street lamps alight, despite the ailing one or two, and they illuminated the street of pubs and all things children-free without obstruction.   Cara was one of these objects illuminated every time she passed under a street lamp.  She was awfully pale, and her hair was reminiscent of an aging middle aged woman’s hair, dark grey.  However, it was bereft of any stiffness that might be associated with old lady hair, being soft, and silky to touch and to look at from near and far; that much was obvious to those looking on.

When she noticed that she was being looked at (ogled, after all, is such a vulgar word) her eyes slid over to the watcher, and she would quirk up a small smile.  Seduction, though not Cara’s favourite past time, was but one of her many talents.  Seeing the paper promoter blush a red deeper than the shade of a red plum brought little bright lights to Cara’s dark eyes and turning away, she continued walking briskly down the street.  She was amused.  But she was also bored.  To know that she would constantly cause the same reaction every time was slowly losing its attraction.

It was excellent then, that right now, Cara had arrived at her destination.   Not that she opened the door, or even took one step closer.  She was merely staring at the simple, boring redwood door.  The only thing spectacularly enlightening to the artistic mind was the stained glass window.  It was particularly engaging, and a pleasure to look at, of course, Cara honestly wondered if Adrienne ever looked at it.  Even if the woman kept the bar ridiculously clean, the stained glass window always seemed a bit covered with fingerprints.  Well, Adrienne better have something for me this time.  Honestly, who does that woman think she is? Cara thought to herself, a frown slightly creasing her forehead as she reached forward and pushed the door open hard enough that a gust of wind (wherever it came from Cara did not wish to know) nearly blasted her back out of the doorway.

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Quote #43

Even though the Selection is not my favourite series, I guess this quote holds true :).


Love is not distracting; We are.

“True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.”
― Kiera Cass, The Selection

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The Grinch Book Tag

Soooooo I saw this over at Liam’s blog @ Liam’s Library and I thought it would be fun to do.  Plus it’s Christmas and it suits the season, but really, I’m doing this because it’s bookish and looks like a heap of fun lol.  I’m also tagging Sam @ Poison For The Senses!!!

1. Half of the lights on the Christmas tree are burnt out – Name a book/series/character that started out well and then went downhill.

I can name several characters and book series that began really well and then fizzled into that pile of I-can’t-wait-for-this-to-be-over.  The series that comes to mind is Delirium.  I thought Book 1 was great, Pandemonium okay, but then Requiem…Requiem didn’t do it for me.  And I was disappointed.  Luckily, it looks good on my shelf.  As for characters, Saba from Blood Red Road disappointed me.  I love how she began, really I did.  I loved her voice, I loved her character, and I loved how she met Jack.  It was practically perfect to me, but then….as Blood Red Road went on my image of her was kind of shaken, and then in the sequel, Rebel Heart she really disappointed me as a character.  I suppose what she went through in that book could have been called growth if only it wasn’t done the way it had been.  But I guess I still have to read Raging Star to really say that she was a character that burnt out in the end.

2. Annoying relatives won’t leave you alone – Name a book that you did not enjoy but everyone else seems to love, and it will not stop haunting you.

Twilight?  But that has an even share of lovers and haters.  Hmmm, I can’t really think of a novel that falls into this category for the moment….

3. Your pets keep knocking over your Christmas decorations – Name a character that kept on messing everything up for everyone.

Duke.  Duke in Pivot Point.  For a moment, I almost couldn’t think of a character, but then it hit me, this guy! This guy was a complete jerk, and what I loved about his character creation is that Kasie makes him both slightly vulnerable, but still a complete and utter jerk!  And then there’s the fact that he never seems to be able to stop butting in on Addie’s love life or life in general….

4. You hear your parents putting presents out and learn that Father Christmas is not real – Name a book you were spoiled for.

This is hard since I’m one of those weird ones who absolutely love spoilers and use them as bait to lure myself into reading the book (most likely a book I can’t bring myself to read even though I’ve been wanting to read it forever).  I’m one of those terrible people who read the last page of books too just for the fun of it.  But let’s see, there’s bound to be a book where I haven’t wanted it spoiled and yet it was spoiled for me.  Let’s see…it seems…I cannot think of one!

5. It’s freezing outside – Name a character you just couldn’t warm to.

I absolutely COULD NOT WARM UP to Raine in Surrender.  She was just so annoying?  I guess I tried to sympathise with her, but half the time I couldn’t get a sense of personality or character from her even though she so evidently displayed a sense of personality.  It dragged, reading from her perspective, and I just skimmed most of the book because I could not take it any more.

6. Mariah Carey’s ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ is being played a lot on the radio, giving you anti-romantic feelings – Name a couple that you just could not stand.

Charlie and Max in The Pledge by Kimberly Derting was definitely a couple I could not stand.  Sure the premise made promises that interested me, plot and romance-wise, but the delivery…I really cannot, for the life of me, understand Charlie and Max.   Having a small part of the story told from Max’s perspective as well…well, it didn’t help me understand how these two people could be together still from an instalove connection.  I felt nothing for the pair of them, and felt nothing between them even though they sometimes resembled an old couple!!! Just without the gush-worthy attraction and chemistry between them.

7. The scratchy homemade jumper that you got for Christmas years ago but have never worn – A book that has been sitting on your shelf for years that you are not motivated to read, but do not have the heart to get rid of.

Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers.  When I first got it, I was a kid under 10.  There was no way I would be able to sit through and read such a dense book, sadly, I have yet not had the courage to pick it up and read it even though it’s been on my shelf for so long.

8. Grandma has gotten run over by a reindeer – Name a character death that you are still mad about.

Hmm….tough one because I won’t lie, though I might be sad about a character death, I usually think it’s better for the story.  Even so, there’s always going to be one that bothered me.  Okay, so I got one.  And even though I think it’s for the story and whatnot, I’m still a little peeved about it because it happened and even after being such a prominent and important character, it was left somewhat unaddressed after the fact.   Spoilers: Cinder’s death in Into The Still Blue.  

9. Shops are overcrowded with shoppers for the holidays – Name a series with too many books, or that went on too long

Hmm…the only series I’m reading that has a large number of books in it is The Dresden Files but I love it and definitely look forward to each sequel.  It’s the longest series I’m reading, and really…I usually hate following a long series.  Omg I just thought of a series that I have given up on following simply because I got tired of how many installments there are.  Touch by Laurie Faria Stolarz.  Oh…I just realised something….there are only five books at the moment, I thought there were seven or roundabouts…whoops.  Not very long but I lost interest about book 4?  It just wasn’t that engaging.

10. The Grinch – Name a main character that you absolutely hate (not a villain).

Funny, I want to say I don’t hate her, because I don’t really, but this is the only character I think of that hasn’t been mentioned yet, but can actually remember as disliking greatly.  Mary in Burn for Burn by Jenny Han & Siobhan Vivian.  At first I was sympathetic, but then when I got to book 2 (Fire with Fire) I started really disliking her alot.  Yet I love how well her character was formed.  But still…her character in Fire with Fire was a little annoying.

TBR Piles

So theres this tag going around called the TBR tag. Sam @ Poison For The Senses tagged me for this, and considering how often we talk about TBR books and the size of our piles.  If Sam struggles with hers every day, well…I can’t even begin to describe the state mine is in.  In fact, I have given up on organising my list, and you’ll see why!


Funny, in the beginning all I had one was tiny strip of paper with ten books on my list as I searched my high school library expecting to come out brimming with treasure. 


Okay so here it is:

How Do You Keep Track Of Your TBR Pile?  I keep track of my TBR pile on Goodreads.  That’s simple.  I used to have a piece of paper that I’d carry around everywhere and scrawl down the book that fascinates me the most.  It was pretty squashed up after a while, got all mangled and dirty too, since I literally carried it everywhere.  To think I used to have one A4 piece of paper filled with titles after titles of books that I wanted to read.  Of  course, this became unmanageable after a couple of years (I literally ran out of space on the piece of paper and was too attached to it to want to get another) and I decided to get a Goodreads account.  Since then…I track all my TBRs there.

Is your TBR list mostly print or ebook? Most of the books on my TBR are print.  I have a massive soft spot for print, and pretty much will pick print over ebook any day.  I can’t help it.  It’s just one of those things.

How do you determine what to read next?  Well there’s two parts to this really.  First, my TBR list is massive, so usually it’s whatever I can get from the library at any given point in time.  Usually I’ll cut my list down about ten books because I happen to go a little trigger happy when I’m putting books on hold at the library (20+ at any given time).  When they come in, it’s usually a flood of ten or more, that’s the hard part.  I usually do one of two things. One, I stare at the pile, then close my eyes and yank one out and that’d be the one I’d read.  But if there’s a book I’ve been dying to read, then I’ll usually pick that first and work my way down from the one I wanted to read the most to the next one I wanted to read the most to the one I was most reluctant to read.  When the next lot of library books come in though…I usually have a big problem since well, there’s always a book I want to read more than the last!

A book that has been on your TBR pile the longest:  Hmm this is a hard question, and to be honest, I don’t entirely know, but I think it might be Scarlet Fever, book two of Maureen Johnson’s Scarlett series.  The other book, well, it’s more like a series since I’ve only managed to read a few books, but the majority of the Wildcards series (edited by George. R. R. Martin) are amongst the books that have been on my TBR the longest.  On my physical TBR pile, I have only one that’s been waiting for me to read for ages, and that’s Kiersten White’s Supernaturally.

A book you recently added to your TBR pile:  I recently added Sarah J. Maas’s A Court of Thorns and Roses and also the latest Ally Carter Heist Society book.  Both of them I’m looking forward to reading.

A book on your TBR list solely for its cover:  Omg this is so hard!  Let’s see Ink by Amanda Sun is currently on my TBR list solely for its cover.  I did read the premise, however, I wasn’t half as impressed as the cover. It sounds interesting, but the reviews were not so…great.  HOWEVER I will not be swayed, and I shall read and decide when the time comes, but before that.  Yes, Ink is on my TBR pile solely because it’s got a pretty cover: Ink by Amanda Sun

A book on your TBR you never plan on reading: Embrace by Jessica Shirvington.   Somehow, I do not see myself reading this book.  Or at least, not until the last resort.  I’ve seen it around so many times but I’ve never had the urge to really pick it up.  As for my actual physical bookshelf (and not my GR one), well, there are two books.  One is The Two Towers, it’s been on my shelf for so long, I feel as if I will never actually ever get round to reading it eve though I’ve been wanting to read it forever.

An unpublished book on your TBR you’re most excited about: The Waking Dragon or otherwise known as Obernewtyn 8 by Isobelle Carmody.  Every since I started this series, I loved it.  And I am absolutely dying to reading the last sequel which believe me has been taking AGES to get published.  Ms Carmody what are you doing???? Come on and bring it out as soon as possible :).

A book on your TBR that everyone recommends to you: This one is a little hard too, since the one everyone was recommending before was The Fault in Our Stars which I read recently and really loved.  I suppose thinking back over my TBR list on Goodreads, the other one is Blue Bloods by Melissa de la Cruz.  I don’t read many vampire books, but this one has been highly recommended to me by a number of others.  And so, I really want to read it and will do so eventually :)!

How many books are on your TBR shelf?  ….I went and checked my Goodreads….I have 650 books on my list.  A small number of the books on that list though at manga volumes.  However the majority though are books that I’ve looked at and randomly shelved for a number of reasons. Some because of the premise, some because of the cover, and others for recommendations. And while I would try and tame it, I know…I can’t resist!


Lets talk about your TBR piles! What books are you most excited about?

Liebster Blog Award~!

First off this was a great surprise from LittleOnionWrites over at LittleOnionWrites!  Thank you so much for this!!  This award is to recognize fellow bloggers and help others discover new blogs.  Which is agreat idea (like all other blog awards)!

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So, there are rules:

1)  Link back to the blogger who nominated you.

2)  Answer 11 questions asked by the blogger who nominated you.

3)  Nominate 9 new bloggers and come up with 11 new questions for them to answer.

4)  Notify your nominees by visiting their blog and commenting.

And the questions LittleOnionWrites gave me are:

1. What book introduced you to the infinite world of reading?

As I kid I read heaps.  But to pinpoint precisely which book got me hooked, well that’s hard.  But I guess, the names that used to pop up a lot were Andy Griffths and Paul Jennings.  I loved Paul Jennings “Un-” series with books like Unreal, Unmentionable ,  Uncanny and others.  While they’re children’s books, and mostly humour and comedy,they were also a little strange, bringing in bits of the macabre.  But hell, once I got over my fear of all things frightening (except spiders, I still hate those), then reading Paul Jennings was a riot.  And then, well from there on, Harry Potter introduced me to wider reading, and fantasy of a different, like the Abhorsen series by Garth Nix.    All of these books are old favourites of mine that I’m pretty sure I’ll read over and over.

2. What is your favorite band/genre of music?

Favourite band/genre? Hmm, pretty easy.  I generally like my rock or alternative rock with a splash of indie pop here and there.  Muse is my all time favourite, because they just have everything, but I’m also a big fan of 30 Seconds to Mars and the Killers.  And lately, I have discovered Imagine Dragons.  On the indie/folk/pop side, I like Ed Sheeran, songs from Eurovision, and Owl City, and other random music moments! lol.

3. What is your favorite book, and what do you think is that book’s theme song?

Well, my favourite book right at this moment is The Darkest Minds and the sequel Never Fade by Alexandra Bracken, mostly because they’re awesome books, and while I have plenty of favourites, these two just always hit the top of the list.  Theme Song:  Monster by Imagine Dragons.  I love that song, and I could totally use it as a theme for several other books and my own pieces of writing, but it would definitely fit with this series too.  Particularly in one moment of Never Fade (which I won’t spoil here!!!)

4. What inspired you to make a blog?

I totally wanted to share my writing where it was good or bad, I wanted to just write whatever I want.  And it started as a blog of 55 fiction stories, and well, now, it’s more of a poetry blog with various posts on random music and suggestive reads haha.

5. Divergent, The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson: If you have read any (or all) of these series, which faction/district/House would you be in, and who is your godly parent?

I am proud to say I have read all these books.  I guess I would be in Dauntless Or Erudite but then I kind of overlap with all the other factions lol!  My district in the Hunger Games would be District 12 because well, a quiz put me there lol.  I’d be either Griffindor or Ravenclaw.  And Percy Jackson.  My godly parent would be Artemis, goddess of the hunt and Apollo’s twin, also associated with the moon 😛

6. What is your favorite classic?

Oh goodness, saying Pride & Prejudice, I’d feel is too clichéd, though I do love P & P.  So to be different (as I do have plenty of favourite classics), I’ll say To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee and Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier.

7. Have you ever pretended to read a book for the sake of a conversation?

I have?  I think once, but then I felt bad afterwards and went and read the book.  But this was years ago.  So long, I can’t remember which book it was now.  I think it was a kid’s book actually. Lol!

8. Would you rather spend time reading, creating an outline for one of your many story plots, or fangirl over your favorite TV show?

Both a and b lol.  I’d definitely spend time on reading and writing.  And then, if I’ve had enough of doing both of those, I’d fangirl over a favourite TV show!

9. What is your favorite book?  Least favorite book?

There are too many favourites!!!  Gosh I repeat myself haha, The Darkest Minds and Never Fade By Alexandra Bracken,  The Study Series by Maria V. Snyder, Reached by Ally Condie and Bloodlines by Richelle Mead.  PLUS a whole list of other favourites that I can’t list off the top of my head lol.

My least favourite books…probably Twilight.  That definitely heads the list at the moment, I guess, but it’s not the only one.

10. What book are you currently reading?

Currently, I am reading Hidden (Firelight #3) by Sophie Jordan, I like that it’s short, and easy to finish, hate that I have so much other things to read that are not novels, such as academic papers and  scholarly books.

11. What’s the funniest picture you’ve seen online recently?

Well, currently MKR (My Kitchen Rules) is running on TV, and well:

And any other MKR memes are just too funny!

And My lovely Nominees!

1)  Poison For the Senses

2) Peter Wells aka Counting Ducks

3) In Her Avenue

4) Cloud ‘n’ Cups

5) Belsbror

6) I Didn’t Have My Glasses On (KSBeth)…

7) Walking With Alligators

8) Story Smitten

9) Peace, Love & Great Country Music

My Questions For You:

1)  What is your favourite book of all time?

2) Who is the person who inspires you the most?

3) What was your secret dream as a child?

4) Continuing from Q3, are you still chasing the dream?  Or have you given up?

5)  Who is the one person you ever want to meet in this world?

6) If you could be someone else, who woul you be?

7) Favourite quote?

8) Favourite season and why?

9) Do you have a place you like to use as like a ‘secret garden’?

10) Where do you want to fly the most?

11)  What is your favourite imagined place – can be from a fiction, movie, mind space and so on..?

Thanks again Little Onion Writes for this award!!  I really appreciate it and I hope, many others will go and visit all these lovely blogs!

Monday Motivation- Good Life Creed 2.0

Read well, ingest and make meaning!!! Great monday motivation, totally needed it!



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Random Music Moment #126

SO a couple of weeks ago I finally dragged my friend to Hoyts and watched the Secret Life of Walter Mitty – which by the way I really loved – and I gotta say, I really liked the soundtrack.  Originally I was going to post a Random Music Moment basically saying the random music moment of the day was the entire soundtrack, but then, I though again, because there was a one song that really stuck in my head.  And then, life got busy and I didn’t get the chance to post this up.

BUT last night I was watching Mr Deeds, another movie I really enjoy watching because it has Adam Sandler in it.  And well, I love most of Sandler’s movies, they’re great in a family movie, silly comedy and happy endings kind of way.  Anyway, Mr Deeds is one of my favourite Sandler movie and I didn’t realise until I was re-watching it last night that they actually sing Space Oddity in it.

I figured you guessed it.  Yep.  Today’s Random Music Moment is Space Oddity by David Bowie (and Kristen Wiig in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty version)

And here, the original Space Oddity by David Bowie

What will be tomorrow? – Che sarà domani? – Ce va fi mâine?

I kinda really like this!

valeriu dg barbu

Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian language

My life is a poem written by drunken gods
With errors in grammar and of expression
With the verses blended batty
A kind of special dedication for in vain…
My life is a fairy tale with strange allegories
they has wasted too much joy and I am afraid
What will be tomorrow …after what they will be awake…?!


La mia vita è una poesia scritta da dèi ubriachi
Con errori di grammatica e di espressione
Con i versetti amalgamati storti
Una sorta di dedica speciale per Invano…
La mia vita è una favola con delle strane allegorie
troppo spreco di gioia ed io temo
Che sarà domani …dopo che si sveglieranno…?!


Viața mea este o poezie scrisă de zei la beție
Cu greșeli de gramatică și de exprimare
Cu versurile amalgamate șui
Un fel de dedicație specială …Zadarului…
Viața mea este un basm…

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Book Spine Poetry #3

Got bored with my last stack of to-reads from the library and was staring at their spines.  Can’t remember the last time I did book Spine Poetry, but sure as hell, felt like doing it again!  (My previous two attempts: Here and Here)  It was a helluva fun.

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Book Spine Poetry #3

The Lady in the Tower,

Past Perfect.

The Girl in the Mask,


United We Spy.

Books that lent me their cooperation:  The Lady in the Tower by Marie-Louise Jensen, Past Perfect by Laila Sales, The Girl in the Mask by Marie-Louise Jensen, Quicksilver by R.J. Anderson, and United We Spy by Ally Carter

A Story In Time, New Year’s Wishes. PART FIVE>

The Lord of the Earth came when Aeon called him.  He was sombre in comparison to his usually bright and lively self.  It was startling for Aeon to see it.

“Lady Time,” he’d said sombrely.

“Lord Earth,” she responded.  She reached forward to clasp his hands.  He gently squeezed hers in return.  “Will you do it?”

He studied her carefully.  No matter how many times he had told her to find out for herself what being human meant.  No matter how many times he and Lady Death had said that she shouldn’t be so pessimistic about human deaths, she had never done it.  And yet this time, she had gone on her own accord.

“Lady Time, you surprise me.”  He nodded and pulled his hands away from hers.  Walking to the two children in the open, and touched Lily.

Aeon turned to John who was watching intently, and with her hands, she covered his eyes, and whispered in his ear, “You cannot look.”

And then, when she felt the change in time, she too called on the golden sands and let herself and John be transported back through time.

The first thing that John did when he opened his eyes and found himself back in his time, he ran.  He’d been dragged through time and had to run what felt like a mile.  But, he’d agreed if only it would help Lily.

Lily.  That was the only thing he cared about in the world.

Lily.  He ran, through people-filled streets and across heavy traffic covered roads.  He ran until he arrived at her address.

As he was about to ring her doorbell, the door opened.

It was her.  Lily, his girl.  And as he expected, she was glowing with life.  The girl who had been dying just yesterday, was now standing before him full of life.

“Lily!” He gasped, startling her.

For a moment they stare at each other.  And then it’s over, and John realises the answer before she says anything.

Aeon watches the fireworks in that city from the roof of one of the tallest towers.  It had been three days since she had taken John through time. It had been three days since she had seen John.  He’d been ecstatic but, he’d also been sorely disappointed.  She’d watched his disappointment when she returned to her realm temporarily to turn the first country into the New Year.

For the twenty-three years after, the Hourglass would turn itself accordingly until all the time zones had been aligned.  There may be one giant Hourglass, but surrounding it, there were Hourglasses that had to be turned in accordance.  And as long as the big one was turned, the smaller ones would turn as well.

The New Year.  A time of resolution and vows to change, even if they don’t come true, Aeon knew most of the people, most of the humans would feel different a year later.  They always do.

Even Aeon had felt it.

Many years ago, thousands probably, when she had been first conceptualised, she had been something akin to human.  She had a feeling that at that time, she fallen in love and had lost her lover, perhaps to something less fatal than what would have taken Lily’s life. She also reckoned that, at that time, she had watched the New Year come passed by his side as well.  That had always been her wish.

And then, when he’d gone, she had become obsessed with time.  The lack of time, too much time.  She had been obsessed.

Over time, thousands of years later, she had forgotten the meaning of humanity, life and living.  Instead she turned into the immortal that she was.  She became bored, aware that at one point in her life, she must have cared once before.  But because she had forgotten, she had become dullin her senses.

Seeing John care so much about Lily, a woman – no girl – who Aeon had felt, intuitively, may not have loved John as much as he had. Then again, Aeon was just the Lady of Time.  Matters of the heart, matters of love, that was up to the actual gods, not a legendary like Aeon.

But what she had feared, that John would be rejected; that he would be forgotten; that Lily had left her childhood friend behind years ago, had come true.  She’d seen it.  And he had known it.

That moment that she had watched in the Hourglass, had opened her heart just a little, reminding her of that past that she had forgotten.

“Hey!  Lady of Time!”  She saw him before she heard him.  He was climbing up, the ladder squeaking as he went.

She watched him up to the moment when he sat down next to her.

“Happy New Year John,” she said softly.  She didn’t dare say, “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.

“Do you have a name?”  He asked after a moment of silence.

She looked at him.  “Aeon.  I’m sometimes known as Aeon.”

“What a strange name,” he said a tad bit too dully.  “I like ‘the Lady of Time’ better.  ‘Lady’ has a better ring to it.”

Aeon frowned.  “I don’t know where it came from, it’s just a name I’ve been called.”

He laughs a little.  “Sorry.  I didn’t mean to be critical.”

“I know.”

And then for some time they continued to watch the fireworks until they ended.  And then, they sat there, waiting, watching, and listening to the voices and cheers of the New Year down below.

“Do you regret it?”  Aeon asked suddenly.

“No.  This is something I’ll never regret,” he said after a moment.

“Even though this has happened?”

“Yes.”  He looked at her.  “You did warn me…Lady Time.”

“I did.”  She paused.  “What will you do?”

Then he gave his wicked smile.  “Why, I’ll make her fall in love with me all over again.”

The End>

A Story In Time, New Year’s Wishes. PART FOUR>

The nature of Aeon’s job had always been difficult.  But yet also very simple.  She just had to pass the souls from Lady Death to the Hourglass returning them to life, so that they can be reborn.  And then, she must keep time.   She must turn the Hourglass day after day, hour after hour.

Aeon over time, grew emotionless, grew bored.  She had forgotten.  She had one more power.  But she cannot execute it alone.  And she cannot execute it without full honesty from the requester.

“You want a miracle.  A miracle on a day that is not Christmas,” she said quietly.  “What makes you think I can grant such a miracle?”

“You’re the Lady of Time,” he said sarcastically.  He didn’t believe.  Aeon knew he truly didn’t believe in her.  “What else but turn back time?”

“Time…is fragile.”  She leaned forward.  “You love your Lily and yet wish to save her.  It is very simple.  But turning back time, do you know what can happen?”

He stayed silent.  Aeon figured, he was thinking hard about the consequences.  So she said, “I may be removed from humans and their sentiments, but I have some understanding. I see it all through time, how people suffer as I watch them in the Hourglass.  I know how it seems.  If I change time, even if I can, what will change?”

She takes his hands. They’re cold.  Just as hers were warm.  “I and Lord Earth can make it happen.  But do you believe this life will not change?”

“Are you asking whether I believe enough that Lily will not leave me?”


He looks hard to the right not really looking at anything in particular.  “I believe it.”

“You will be the only person to remember that you have saved her life.  No one else will have any memories.”

He shook his head slightly.  “I don’t care.”

Aeon closes her eyes and sighs.  Then, she cast gold dust around him and her.

She whispered in his ear to close his eyes and to keep them closed.  He did.  And then, Aeon watched the golden sand around her shifting and changing her surroundings. She went from the outside of her hospital to sometime ten years before, to when John was fourteen, to when he was ten and a tiny little shrimp, til at last she the sands dropped her in the centre of a field some fifteen years before that moment where Aeon and John had been standing outside the hospital.

“Open your eyes,” she said.  The golden sand swirled once more around them, kicking up a wind, sending a breeze through her hair and ruffling his, plucking at his clothes.

He blinked three times, his eyes barely adjusted to the sun of the summer.  “Where are we?”

“You don’t remember this place?” She asked him, turning away and looking around the grassy field.  For miles it looked relatively empty.  But on closer inspection, in which she was required to squint to look further, Aeon saw what she was hoping to find.

“It doesn’t…look tha…quite familiar.”  He looked around too.  But he couldn’t see what she could.  He couldn’t because he had no idea when in time he was, and he had no idea what he was looking for.  How can one look for what one can’t see?

“Come,” she said, walking away from him and towards what she had been looking at.  “I know exactly where I’m going.”

“Wait!” He said, calling after her.  She heard him trip, swear and then stand up to run after her again.  “How the hell are you walking this fast?”

Aeon stopped.  And John ran into her.  But that didn’t stop her thinking process.  She turned to him with a thoughtful look on her face, “I think that’s because I am back in my spirit form, not just an illusion.  I’m also in the past and not the present.  Overall, I feel lighter.  So that must be why I can walk fast.”

That’s a reason?”  He said sarcastically.  “Clearly, it’s very understandable.”

“Shut up,” she snapped.  Aeon knew it hadn’t made sense, but to her it did.  Past and present, present nad future changed how she revealed herself.  Yet at the same time, all time was simultaneous for her because she was the turner of time and the Lady of Time, therefore she was all-knowing when it came to all matters concerning time.

“It’s more like, for time that has passed, I am a mere shadow of myself.  For time that exists in the presence, I am myself, even in my spirit form where I am more physical than spiritual, unable to be seen by others.  And in the time to come, I am like I am in the time that has passed.  I myself can’t make any changes.”  She paused, stopped talking and then turned back to continue walking.  “Yep, that sounds about right!”

“Hey wait!  What does that mean?  I thought you were giving me a miracle?”  John yelled at the fast disappearing Aeon.

“A miracle?  Oh yes, I did say something like that didn’t I?”


“What?”  Aeon yelled back, stopping abruptly.

“What are you doing?”  He asked her.  “Where am I? What have you done?  What about my miracle?”

“I’m talking you to look at something.  You’re about fifteen years in the past.  I’m doing what I said.  Your miracle?  Well, it’s coming!” Aeon said in a rush, her head turning back to her target location, she was a tad fidgety.  “Now, come on, we have to hurry.”

“What are you saying?”  He demanded.  “Why hurry?”

“Why don’t you look?”  She said, pointing forward to the silhouette of a boy and girl sitting just beyond their reach in the field.

She watched as he paled slightly. “Do you remember now?”  She said quietly.

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you still want your miracle?”

He looks at her.  Scenes like this can change a person’s determination.  But in John, Aeon saw no change.  He was not afraid.  Even if the present changed out of favour for him, he was not afraid.


A Story In Time, New Year’s Wishes. PART THREE>

Everyone in their life falls in love.  Whether it’s once, twice, three times, early in life, late in life, at the very last moment.  For John, John had been in love with Lily since they were little brats.  And even though Lily had acted tough all throughout their childhood, she had become weak very quickly by the time it came down to it.

They’d started dating before she’d gotten worse, so it wasn’t until later that he’d learnt about it. And there’d been so much pain in so little time.  But in the end, John couldn’t give Lily up.

Now he sat next to her in the hospital room.  She was quietly dozing.  Not long ago, not many hours ago before, she had been angry with him.  It was probably his fault that she was here.  No, not probably, definitely.

Aeon watched this scene impartially.  She realised early on that she should have felt sad.  But somehow, seeing spirits every hour handed to her by the Lady of Death, it was hard to be sensitive.  Death was natural.  Sickness was natural.  But still, seeing the process was a surprise for Aeon.

Aeon couldn’t remember the last time she had experienced this feeling.  Sympathy was it?  Indeed it was the Lord of the Earth who always visited her, when he was not looking after his realm, and who told her, most often crying, about the stories of many of the people whose souls he had passed to the Lady of Death to take away.

And then the Lady of Death would come and complain to her sometimes complaining about how the Waverers (souls that were not ready to move on and hung about life until a medium or an exorcist finally got rid of them) were the worst.  It was the Lady of Death who haunted those that haunted others and gave them just one other reason to move on.

But Aeon had always stayed in her throne room in her realm not really going anywhere, not really coming into contact with any humans.  Just souls.  If she was only in contact with souls, souls that by the time they had come to her were like unborn foetuses, then, how would she know the pain that humans felt in parting?

This had been Lord Earth’s reasoning.  Even Lady Death’s.  But for Aeon, she hadn’t come here on their suggestion.  Their reasons had been well placed, but she hadn’t come here for them.  She had come for her own selfish reasons leaving behind the throne, knowing that Hour Glass would be fine for the short time she was on Earth.  Both Earth and Death had been charged temporarily to turn the time.

John stayed beside his precious Lily.  Aeon watched by his side day and night for three nights.  Aeon learnt that Lily, despite looking well, had actually still been very sick.  The day Aeon had met John, she had been having one of her better days, who would have thought it would only last briefly?

Although John was primarily watching over Lily, he also had shifts with her parents and siblings.  But mostly, even though he was just a “boyfriend”, he stayed by her side most of the time.

It was during one of his breathers that Aeon spoke to him again for the first time in a long time.

“What is it that you love about that girl?”  She asked him.  He had taken out a cigarette and started smoking.  “Why are you smoking?”

“Lily is brave.”  He puffed out smoke. “Because…I want to smoke.” He coughed.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she reached forward and plucked the cigarette out of his hand.  He looked at her in surprise but he didn’t have to words to speak.

Ignoring him, Aeon put the cigarette to her lips and inhaled.  It was though her body had done this before.   Many, many years ago she had inhaled tobacco and she revelled in what her body now could not handle.

She coughed and coughed until all the smoke was expelled from her lungs.  “This is foul.  I cannot understand how you handle it.  You do not seem like a person who smokes.”

“I don’t usually.  Usually, I prefer not to,” he said slowly.  His eyes were wide as he watched Aeon.

Aeon passed the cigarette back to John.  He took it, still he was stunned. “But you still smoke.”  She paused, thinking, then looked at him.  “Only when Lily is in the hospital.”

“What are you implying?”  He asked.

“It stresses you out that much?”

He shrugged.  “What would you know?  You’re just a ‘Time Lady’.  Non-human.”

“SO you acknowledge my status, do you?” Even though Aeon had been out of touch with reality for so long, she still had an understanding.  “Isn’t she the one you love the most?”

“She is,” he admitted.  Then he looked at Aeon carefully.  “Time Lady huh.  You really must be.”

Aeon said nothing.  It was indeed a little insulting to be mistaken for a soul or a Waverer.  But she could hardly expect him to believe she was a god-like figure, such as though ancient Greek gods.

“Like I said before, what else can I be?”

He pursed his lips.  “What can you do?”


“I asked…what can you do?”

“This is the first time you’ve asked.”

“It’s the first time I’m willing to believe.”

Aeon stepped close to him, as she did, she began to glow.  Her gold glow fell on him.  “I read time, turn time, count time, endlessly.  I take the souls to be reborn and I give them to the sands of time.  This is my job.”

He didn’t look at her when he asked.  But Aeon was not a fool.  She knew what he wanted to ask before he asked her.  But yet she still waited for him to ask.  She couldn’t refuse if there was nothing to refuse.  No matter how much it would hurt.

Finally he looked at her, and said, “Can you save my Lily?”

A Story In Time, New Year’s Wishes. PART TWO>

His name was John.  And John liked a girl. The reason why he had caught the Lady of Time being suspicious and poking her nose in places where her slender nose did not belong, was because the girl he liked had ditched him.  He was incredibly frustrated that she’d done that so he thought if he could get someone into trouble he just might be able to make himself feel a bit better about himself.

Aeon though, was completely not what he had expected.  Ghosts he understood.  The so-called “Time Lady”, he did not get.  What the hell did “The Lady of Time” mean anyway?

John looked to his side where the evidently invisible to anyone but him girl was walking.  She dodged passerbys even though ­­­they would eventually walk through her.

As though the girl, “Aeon” knew what he was thinking, she said, “I’m dodging them for my own sake.  Even if they can’t feel a damn thing, I can.”

To demonstrate, she dropped the gown that she had been holding up.  He only watched half-heartedly as the weight of the gown seemed to pull her who posture downward a little.  With a heavy sigh, she picked up the front of her gown.

“Why do you wear such a troublesome gown if it’s that heavy?”  He asked her.

“Because in the Time Realm, nothing feels like it does on Earth.”  She picked up her pace a little to stride with him.  Even though she was slender and reasonably average heighted – though if she hadn’t been standing next to him, she would have looked much taller – her footsteps were small.  She was obviously not used to walking quickly. If anything, she was used to taking her time.

Aeon was beginning to feel irritated.  For someone who had stayed in the Realm of Time for so long, she hadn’t thought that she would ever feel irritated.  But at that moment, she did.  She felt extremely irritated.

At her dress firstly, but then at her human guide.

John was walking and going his own way.  He only stopped every so often to ask if she was fine.  That or he snorted at her.  But mostly, he treated her like a ghost.  No, he treated her exactly like a ghost.

No matter where he walked, no matter what he did, from that first moment Aeon had met John, John did the things he usually did.  She watched him go have lunch with other people. She watched him be jolly and lively.  She watched him go to work.  She watched him go home.

Not once did John tell her to go away.  Not once did she speak, so at one point – the classic bathroom moment where Aeon had followed him in – it took John another moment to realise that Aeon was there.  He freaked of course and kicked her out.

She had waited outside like a good girl, and when he came out, it had been with a clear mind.  And a mind that had remembered that he was not alone.

“Why are you following me?”  He said.

“Why not?  I have nothing else to do.” Again she tipped her head to the side.  “Does this bother you?”

He sighed then turned to face her fully.  “Yes.  No.  Normally I just ignore ghosts.  If I don’t give them attention, they’ll just go and bother some other person.”

“And yet you stopped me from snooping through some other person’s things.”

“Because it was obviously wrong.  And I thought you were real.  I thought you were going to steal her stuff.”

Strangely this man, who was very much a man, perhaps in his twenties, was childishly naïve.  Even Aeon was sure that no one at this stage of life could make such a mistake.

“What about me didn’t give it away?”  Aeon gestured to her clothes with a sarcastic flourish.

John blinked.  He hadn’t noticed.  It was probably because he had already presumed she was a ghost.  He paused.  No, in thinking, this logic made no sense.  Initially he thought she was a ghost, snooping through someone else’s property.  So after, he’d also mostly ignored her because ghosts are ghosts.  Most of them couldn’t affect the human world unless they had a tonne of anger or varying emotion in them.

But Aeon.  This girl didn’t have any anger or emotion in her, except well, curiosity and boredom.  And her face, despite the gold makeup around her eyes and over her lips, said it all. It was really hard for John to deny the fact that she could possibly be the “Time Lady”, probably most likely because he had no idea what Time Ladies were like.

She was also pretty for a woman who was possibly over a thousand years old.  So he had avoided looking at her as much as possible.  And in all the time that he had used to avoid and forget that she was following him, he realised, if she was not an ordinary ghost.  Then what did she want?  If she was a ghost, then what did she want?

Was she or wasn’t she a ghost?  Ghost was the most logical definition for John, because in truth John could see ghosts.  But she claimed to be the Lady of Time.   So what did that mean?

Just as John was about to confront all the questions he had about the Time Lady and what her job was, his phone rang.

He picked it up.  Yeah, there was one other reason why he had forgotten a girl – or was that woman? –  as pretty as the Time Lady so quickly.  He did have a life and people important to him before her after all.

“Hello,” he said, his heart suddenly beating with anticipation.  “What happened?”

“John, Lily’s in the hospital again.”


A Story In Time, New Year’s Wishes. PART ONE>

Aeon looked around her.  It had been a long time since she had stepped into the world of humans and walked among them.

There were still lights on the trees decorating the main walk.  Signs of Christmas was fading, and the noise of boxing day a roar gaining momentum.

“How pretty,” she said lifting her hand up to the sky.  She raised her face to the sky and let the snow land one drop at a time.

It was cold.

Aeon had never felt real snow.  If she had, it must have been a long time ago.  So long, she could hardly remember what it had felt like.  In her realm there was never a change in temperature.  If it snowed, it never felt like anything.  If it rained, it never felt wet.  If it was hot, she never sweated.  The temperature never changed.

And she had watched it all from her golden throne.  She’d sat there, either properly or recklessly, but always, always, dressed in the same draping golden dress that she had always worn, the dress that she was wearing now.  And that which, in her realm, had felt almost weightless, now felt extremely heavy.  The pieces and strands of gold that had been entwined in her hair had also gained weight since she had arrived here.

She figured, she should probably grab a jacket to wear.  Then again it wasn’t as though anyone could see her.  And she did like her dress even though she’d worn it for many years, it was the first of a thousand gold dresses that she loved the best.

When Aeon had arrived she hadn’t really made any plans.  She just wanted to be away from her throne.  For as long as she could remember she had only ever watched Christmas and New Years in her realm.  She had watched through the sand and watched as the time slipped away from her.

It had always seemed fun. Even though she had never hated her own job.  Even though she never aged.  Aeon had wanted to experience what these humans experienced at least once.

And for that reason, she had planned to desert her station for exactly seven days.  Well, just under seven days.  At the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, she would go back and she will bring the world from the old year to the new.

Aeon walked shopping boulevard – in her head it was called shopping boulevard because there were so many shops from high to low class and then high again, or vice versa.  Since she had no money, she could only window shop.  Then again, she was also invisible to everyone, so it didn’t matter if she wanted to buy something to wear or just indulge herself, she couldn’t do it.  Aeon was the Lady of Time.  Unless all three of the legendaries stood within each other’s presence, no one would she was there.  Well…there was one other possibility, but on further thought, Aeon dismissed it, because it was really too impossible.

As she walked along the boulevard her eyes eying everything in sight, she found herself excessively fatigued.  For once she was beginning to understand the extremities that humans went to for just a little bit of luxury – or maybe that was a lot, she thought considering the girl next to her.  The girl was clearly laden down with bags after bags.

Most of the bags were of A-class materials, and every single one was a branded item.  Curious, Aeon figured she might as well have a peek to see what kind of clothes had caught this little fashionista’s  eye.

As she pulled apart bag after bag with her slender easy to slip in anywhere fingers, a voice behind her startled her.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The girl whose things Aeon was looking through looked startled and without hesitation sent a glare through Aeon to the man who had spoken. She indignantly spoke back to him and dared him to accuse her of evidently doing nothing once more.  The man had a mind to hold his tongue, because it dawned on him shortly after the girl spoke that that girl could not see Aeon at all.

While he attempted to cool over the situation, Aeon starred at him.  It was her brazen, bored stare, the kind of stare that she had always used when new souls passed through her realm to move on to the next stage.

He was tall, well in comparison to the tall and slender figure of her legendariness, he was surprisingly tall.  Then again, he was a man.  Too bad Aeon couldn’t make him shrink.  He seemed to like his height too much.  And she wondered if he ever saw the world from beneath everyone else.  How dare he’d caught her out.  Much less even saw her!

When he finally got rid of the girl, he turned to Aeon and said, “Who are you?”

Smiling faintly, Aeon looked at the young, embarrassed and yet hardly frightened man and said, “Why, love, I am the Lady of Time.”

“The Lady of Time?”  He enunciated slowly, and sharply he said, “You don’t expect me to believe that do you?”

“Do you have another explanation for why you can see me?”  She said, one hand unconsciously reaching down to lift a little of the weight of her dress.

“A ghost.  You are the ghost of Christmas past come to haunt me in reflection of the Christmas spirit, right?”

He smirked.  Aeon though, had no idea what he was referring to particularly since she did not think like a human.  Much less know anything related to human analogies.

She blinked.  “Is that supposed to be funny?  Because I can assure you I am not a ghost.”

He just stared at her. Had he really assumed she was a ghost?  Was that normal?  “You’re not a ghost.  You’re what?”

The Lady of Time,” she said, tipping her head to the side innocently enough.


The Lady In The Tower. Marie-Louise Jensen

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by Marie-Louise Jensen

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I really loved this. Even more than The Girl in the Mask. Review to come.

SO, I loved The Lady in the Tower more than I liked The Girl in the Mask. It’s most likely because the pacing was more even in this one and the development of the romance something hot and fiery. Even though I liked the romance in The Girl In The Mask, I liked the romance between Sophia and Mr Charlton, Eleanor and Stanton had somewhat more tension. I was a little bit more convinced by Eleanor’s hesitation and dislike of Stanton.

What’s more, I guess reading Marie-Louise Jensen has had me reminiscing lately on the attractiveness of historical fiction to draw me into history. I really love well written historicals, and I dare say Jensen is one of those!

This historical is full of romance – hot and sparkly as well as daring, mystery – with lots of intrigue on top, and historical figures – always a plus! The heroine is a strong character and even when she’s frightened, she’s also very strong. I like her character, I like her more than Sophia in The Girl In The Mask, because she’s very realistic. I can emphasise with her thoughts and feelings. Plus,she’s headstrong. There’s not a moment where I have to think, oh my god isn’t the answer already very obvious?

This is also set in the time of Henry the Eighth. I can’t remember when I read a historical from a perspective that was at a side other than Henry the Eighth. And this was. Reading it from this perspective was very interesting because Henry the Eighth becomes a minor yet relatively important character.

Overall, totally a read worth pursuing!

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Fire With Fire. Jenny Han and Siobhan Vivian

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by Jenny Han

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

What can I say? This sequel…well there are no words for it. But the more I read it, there more creepier it sounds. The more I read it, the more I like the supernatural side to it. The more I read it, anything I thought about the first book is wiped from my mind and replaced with new thoughts. The first one was the baby, it was an introduction, getting to know the characters and laying the foundation. This book, well, this one was about what happens after the foundation is laid and the introduction is made. This is the build up to the climax (even though it’s filled with build ups and a climax of its own). And then there’s the cliffhanger. Boy oh boy, I did not want to see that cliffhanger. BECAUSE IT JUST MEANS I HAVE TO WAIT HOW MANY MONTHS UNTIL THE FINAL SEQUEL COMES OUT. And seriously, I absolutely cannot wait.

The Plot
Lillia, Kat, and Mary had the perfect plan. Work together in secret to take down the people who wronged them. But things didn’t exactly go the way they’d hoped at the Homecoming Dance.

Not even close.

For now, it looks like they got away with it. All they have to do is move on and pick up the pieces, forget there ever was a pact. But it’s not easy, not when Reeve is still a total jerk and Rennie’s meaner than she ever was before.

And then there’s sweet little Mary…she knows there’s something seriously wrong with her. If she can’t control her anger, she’s sure that someone will get hurt even worse than Reeve was. Mary understands now that it’s not just that Reeve bullied her—it’s that he made her love him.

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, burn for a burn. A broken heart for a broken heart. The girls are up to the task. They’ll make Reeve fall in love with Lillia and then they will crush him. It’s the only way he’ll learn.

It seems once a fire is lit, the only thing you can do is let it burn…

The Characters
Okay, so again the characters are great. They have their own personalities, head strong and their doing their thing the way they do their thing.
Lillia actually seems a whole lot more bitchier in this one compared to Burn for Burn. And while Kat has attitude problems as always, she’s the much kinder one in this. Then there’s Mary. Oh Mary, I totally accept all your feelings in this because (and I really didn’t expect this in the first one – it was totally not noticeable! Actually, it was much more obvious in this one, because there were clues here and there, yet in the first one she seemed much more normal and not as much the loner since I remember people commenting on the “new girl”)(view spoiler) it fits the character. Reeve on the other hand, well I liked that we get to know more about him. But still! I want to know about him and Mary! Alex – oh poor Alex. I wonder what will happen to him in the end! Rennie (view spoiler) gets more and more pitiful in this one. I wonder what will become of her.

The Setting
Jar Island. Some lonely island.

I always did like Han’s writing. So no complaints. It’s very contemporary and also very YA, with plenty of personality and voice.

I have my faves and my not so faves. Ultimately I want Mary to settle her issues, I want Lillia and Reeve to be together (now I do! Even though in Burn for Burn I was so for Lillia and Alex) and I want Kat to fulfil her dream of going to Oberlin. You know while I was reading this I had actually watched the original Carrie movie by chance. And I compared it a little. Mary is so like a Carrie. There’s even a scene, the scene where she tells her Aunt that she can do things that’s so like how Carrie told her mother that she could do things without touching them. Even Kat makes an allusion to Carrie. Soooo if this is anything like Carrie then, I wonder what will happen at the end. I freaking want to know now, seriously, there’s so much to keep one hanging onto every word written. There’s so much revenge and hate, and also there’s so much pain. There’s also so much mystery around Mary and Reeve, as characters, not necessarily them together.

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Asunder. Jodi Meadows.

by Jodi Meadows

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

It took me a long time to read this because there were so many other things going o n but I honestly loved every mome nt and as soon as I get the chance I’m going to review this properly. In all honesty I actually think this was even BETTER than the first lol

The Plot
Ana has always been the only one. Asunder. Apart. But after Templedark, when many residents of Heart were lost forever, some hold Ana responsible for the darksouls–and the newsouls who may be born in their place.

Many are afraid of Ana’s presence, a constant reminder of unstoppable changes and the unknown. When sylph begin behaving differently toward her and people turn violent, Ana must learn to stand up not only for herself but for those who cannot stand up for themselves.

Ana was told that nosouls can’t love. But newsouls? More than anything, she wants to live and love as an equal among the citizens of Heart, but even when Sam professes his deepest feelings, it seems impossible to overcome a lifetime of rejection.

In this second book in the Newsoul trilogy, Ana discovers the truth about reincarnation and will have to find a way to embrace love and make her young life meaningful. Once again, Jodi Meadows explores the extraordinary beauty and shadowed depths of the soul in a story equal parts epic romance and captivating fantasy.

I found the plot absolutely flawless – generally this is my opinion – but there was nothing I could fault it for. Nothing I could get overly aggravated about. I simply, just loved it.

The Characters
You know there are annoying characters with pet peeves and a sobby past that should be a character that I feel sympathy for and yet for some reason I don’t. But Ana, Ana is not one of those. Ana is anything but that. Sure, she has some pet peeves about her that had the potential to piss me off, but didn’t. Sure she has a sob story, which felt real and allowed me to feel empathetic to her rather than eye rolling. But Ana is different. All her feelings felt honest, not wishy washy or thrown out there to garner sympathy. I really felt close to her. And I liked her for it. Which makes me like Jodi Meadows even more for creating such a character!
Sam is the same. You know, I hate clingy, broody guys, but I don’t hate Sam. Nor is Sam the kind of clingy, broody guy that can be found in such books as Twilight and the City of Bones. Sam is passionate – I feel that’s a word that suits him well. He’s caring and he often over thinks things that annoy Ana, yet when they talk, they do talk about it. Plus for a guy who takes up a lot of space in the book and in Ana’s current life, I don’t actually feel like he’s there for no reason. I gave extra stars for that! Lol.
And others…the supporting characters are all interesting. I was a bit surprised about Cris, not really about Stef, and the birthing of newsouls, I liked how the image of ‘mother’ changed the perceptions of the new mother to her child. It’s interesting.

Heart, a fictional place in a fantasy setting. You know I could almost swear this was a dystopian, yet I know it’s not! Right?!?

I enjoy Meadows’s writing, there’s a very honest feel to it, especially more important, since it is written in first person. I think the feelings conveyed are beautifully written and I am submerged once I’m engaged. It’s startling, a little frightening that I can be that consumed by the writing and by the plot. Guess, it goes to show that this is a pretty wicked read!

I was definitely not disappointed by this sequel unlike some other sequel, looking at you Insurgent. I would definitely recommend this to all those who read the first one, and I would also recommend this to all those who want to read the first one and who have to absolutely get onto it straight away so that they can read this one! And then read the third one when that comes out!

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Awesome Blossom! And more…I thank you all so much!!

Dear lovely readers, followers, viewers, friends, this has been long due, I feel terribly bad for not accepting these awards and passing them on earlier, but as with life, life keeps moving!  SO today, on the very last day before my mid-semester break I will thank everyone for their kind, beautiful awards, and nominate some more beautiful people with these awards!!


Thank you Belsbror for this excellent award (and others)!!


Thank you Faith Kim over at The Writing Monkey (I will try and shine on!)


Thank you Peace, Love & Great Country Music for this!! – I hope I can still be inspiring!

And so, for my nominees, since each of these awards all have their own number of nominees and so one, I decided to just settle on naming several wonderful blogs that deserve all these awards!  Congratulations and Happy Blogging!!

1) Nirvana – Nirvana’s Pocketful

2) Novroz – Polychrome Interest

3) Sage Doyle – SageDoyle

4) Counting Ducks – Countingducks

5) Kwicksand – Quick Sand

6) Gabriela Blandy –  The Sense of A Journey

7) Uzoma – 85 Degrees

8) Mishunderstood – Mishunderstood