Brennus is not giving Evie up without a fight. Evie, Reed, Russ, Zee, Buns and Brownie are reunited. Holy wow- that was a crazy ride! So many OMG freak outs while reading this book. If you haven’t read them, you may want to skip this paragraph.
I’m not sure how to review this without giving away mass spoilers of the first three books. "The kind where you have to take everything that he ever gave you and bury it in the backyard so there will be nothing to remind you of how much you loved him.” It does! We have some new players added in the mix.
Just when you think it can’t get anymore crazy. “Just when you think that maybe Brennus is running' out of crazy, he shows up with a brand new can of it. All I have to do is reach out and take it. “I want you to see that I’m unwilling to risk your life for his.” exactly how long do I have to wait for book 5 to come out?!?!? Now I’ve read the first four books in this series in about 3 1/2 days. Amy lives in Michigan with her husband and two sons, but she travels often, sparking her imagination to create more worlds like the ones with hidden angels, doorways to alien landscapes, and fantastical futuristic societies and technologies. She's a graduate of Hillsdale College, which inspired the setting of her Premonition Series. Bartol is the USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of The Secondborn Series, The Premonition Series, The Kricket Series, and a short story entitled “The Divided.” She has won numerous awards for her writing and been nominated for several more. The Divided - A Science Fiction Romance short story, which is included in the Take Me To Your Reader: An Otherworld Anthology.Īmy A. “You don’t know how fiercely beautiful you are, do you?” A quiet voice behind me asks, causing me to stiffen and fix my eyes on the rocks along the shoreline. It bathes away the frigid sweat of fear that has broken on my brow. Tipping my face up, I let the rain wash over me. As I study the shadows between the falling-down stone, I imagine creeping shapes of undead Faeries grasping the rock, waiting for our ship to draw nearer to their position. The cold, moss-covered edifices practically scream their presence.
I find it difficult to imagine now how the Gancanagh had made this their home for so long without anyone realizing it. I catch my first sight of the Irish coastline its craggy landscape makes me shiver in dread. I walk slowly to the railing overlooking the water. Pulling my dark pea coat tighter to my body, the wind lifts red tendrils of my hair. Cold, fine drops of rain fall softly on my cheeks as I emerge from the darkness of the ship’s interior to the gray, overcast sky of the main deck.
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