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327 pages, Paperback
First published April 20, 2013
I consider the many tools at my disposal, eyeing his large blood-splattered frame, and settle on my weapon of choice – one so infrequently used I need to dust it off first.*snickers*
My eyes fill with tears. “Wha–” I swallow hard “– what were those things?”
“Demons.” Thanks, Einstein. I got that part. I let a tear trickle over.
He hurries to reassure me. “Don’t cry – I’ll protect you.”
Humiliating. Absolutely humiliating.
Cue innocence! My sweet lashes flutter against my helpless cheeks, my useless hands wring the edge of my guiltless, blood-soaked nightgown. My lovely lips quiver over my pearly white teeth.Meda is not perfect. She feels guilt. She makes some discovery that blows her world apart. Her trust has been betrayed, her life has been a lie. She has to come to terms with that, as well as her own dark nature. She kills out of necessity, but she hates herself for it, when her base nature isn't rejoicing in the darkness.
Jo isn’t buying...Damn, that gimp bitch is a hard sell.
I’m ashamed of my wickedness – when I’m not reveling in it.Certain books completely ignore the side characters: this book does not. The side characters---namely, Jo, Chi (Malachi), and Uri, are all equally well drawn. The dynamics of their relationship are spectacular. Jo and Meda, and Jo and Chi in particular.
“I just get so mad sometimes. I’m never going to be a Crusader, never get married, never do anything. But who do I get to be angry at? The demons? They’re constantly trying to destroy mankind and, if at all possible, Heaven too. There’s enough reasons to be angry at them – my leg’s superfluous. The other students, the Crusaders for how they treat me? They’re not trying to be cruel, I am damaged. They’re so very kind, so full of pity. I’d rather they hate me than feel sorry for me.”Meda never sees Jo as helpless, and Jo appreciates her for that. Their friendship builds on top of that.
“You don’t deserve to be a Crusader – and it isn’t because you don’t have the legs, but because you don’t have the heart.”Their hurt, their anger, their tense relationship is so intensely well done.
The new attendee, a man, crouches in the doorway. Well, not really a man, a human teenager. One of God’s most misbegotten creatures – big like grown-ups and yet dumb like children. Selfish, moody, reckless, with a tendency to sleep too much and complain too often.This book is tremendously fun. It is not without its faults. There are elements in the book that I tend to frown upon (death of a parent, a special destiny), etc., but it is also wholly original in other. It takes quite a few YA tropes and throws it out the window to a bloody death, and I found it absolutely admirable. The book is action-driven, plot-driven. I would have liked this book to be less fast-paced. It felt like some scenes were glossed over far too fast, and I would have liked to know more about Meda's past. Not a perfect book, but still quite enjoyable. Because Meda is the main character. And Meda is so me, man!
My morality is almost a contortionist
They creep forward in smooth, slithery steps. That's fine, I like my food delivered - especially when I don't have to tip the driver
Joe turned towards me. She doesn't want to die, but she will, for what she believes in.
I need new friends
“Death is my art form--when I fight, I'm a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm. His fighting style is like breakdancing--strong and frenetic with some really sweet moves. Jo's is . . .the Macarena. Ugly but gets the job done.”
I don’t need to say anything though, because really, a shirt like that speaks for itself. I make an imaginary camera with my fingers and snap a picture to treasure always. She sticks her tongue out at me. I snap a picture of that too and, to my surprise, I think I see her smother a smile as she rolls her eyes.
I could always just leave her behind. What is that old adage about outrunning a bear? You don't have to run faster than the bear, just faster than the other people you're running with.
The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles lied to me. The sewer is emphatically not somewhere you want to live, let alone eat pizza in.
Uri and I are stashed in a cheap motel with the important task of sleeping. It's the kind of division of labor I can really get behind.
"I bite down on my finger until I feel the pop and burn of torn skin, then press the welling spot of blood to the pad. The door opens with a click and hiss."
"'Just go look at it!' I snap, then cough and bring my order down to a whimper, placing a hand on his arm. I look up through my lashes, then bat them a few times for good measure. 'I'm sorry, I just want to make sure it can't comeback and get me.' He smiles like a boy asked to stomp on a spider for silly girl and I know I've won."
"The Teenage Mutant Turtles lied to me. The sewer is emphatically not somewhere you want to live, let alone eat pizza in."
I’ve always known I’m a monster. My skin is as tough as sheet metal, my bones are almost impossible to break. I can run faster and jump higher than any Olympian. My strength is unreal. And let’s not forget, I eat people.
Death is my art form – when I fight, I’m a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm. His fighting style is like breakdancing – strong and frenetic with some really sweet moves. Jo’s is… the Macarena. Ugly, but it gets the job done.
“Demons are attracted by sin, corruption and power. They always build their headquarters where there’s the highest concentration,” Chi explains.
When he puts it like that, it is obvious.
He's good-looking in a bad-boy kind of way -- downright hot, really, not that I'm in a position to care. Impending death has a way of focusing your priorities.This is one of those sweet-spot books for me, and I already know I'll have to buy the print copy just so I can see it on my shelf. Another one of the things I loved about this book was Jo. She's a violent and angry little thing, and I want her as my bestie too. I saw a lot of myself in her as well, which just means I'm doubly awesome. Actually, every character was written really well, and I'm counting the secondary cast in this; the girl that stops a fight, the girl that plays in the game, the kids that Meda doesn't know what to do with, the demons... everyone.
When Mom told me I was special and unique, I thought she literally meant I was special and unique. After all, I never met any other children who could lift cars or chew on steel bolts.
Turns out I'm only 'mom-special'.
Special like a snowflake is special.
Villain that I am, it's only fitting that my first kiss is one I stole.
Good God, children. Can we focus on what's important? Me.
And Jo's so violent and angry, if she had any other career, it could only be at the DMV.
"Err yeah -- men!" I commiserate.
"I don't need him babysitting me. Who does he think he is?"
I hope that's a rhetorical question. She punches a tree. Probably empty agreement is safest. "Um, yeah."
"What an asshole. He almost died!"
We fall in a tangle of legs and profanity.
I don't want to jump in with an alternative plan -- I'd rather they do it. It's usually a good idea to let other people think my plan is their plan. I have enough brilliant ones that I don't mind missing out on the credit.
"You're my best friend?" I'm horrified.