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271 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 5, 2014
I am not sick, or crazy, or broken.It is so rare that a second installment is better than the first, and it has happened.
I am Meda Melange, demon-saint monster girl. I make full-grown men scream in terror. I break bones and drain blood. I turn nightmares into reality.
I am the most powerful creature on earth.
I stand, near-giggling over the destroyed corpse, surrounded by the sweet scent of blood and revenge.
I am what I am and I am not ashamed.
Why am I lying? Never say it’s to impress this boy-man-monster? That’s both embarrassing and probably pointless, as I’ll most likely kill him before morning.Well, come on in!
Stupid Crusaders with their stupid rules. For a homicidal group, they’re appallingly restrictive.Meda is a half-demon who eats souls for a living, so it's the most fucking ironic thing in the world that she's now with the Crusaders. Yeah, those Crusaders and those Templars, like the red-pointy-cross-wearing descendants of the dudes back in the Middle Ages who went to Jerusalem on a holy journey to find Monty Python's Holy Grail and protect the pilgrims spread Christianity to ALL THE PLACES and ended up going back to England with battle scars with their tails between their legs, cause, well, lol, English dudes don't exactly know their way around a desert, plus, Saladin, that bad-ass motherfucker! Yeah, those dudes.
No, Meda, you can’t leave campus.
No, Meda, you know we have a curfew.
No, Meda, you can’t eat that guy.
She walks toward our guest, but stops with five feet still separating them. “On Tuesday morning, what did I tell you I would be having for lunch?” she asks him.But yeah, they ain't in town for vacation. Apparently...
“Tuna on wheat. With relish,” Art answers, promptly.
The Sarge smiles and strides forward to shake his hand. Apparently it was a test to make sure he wasn’t a demon in disguise.
“War is coming.”As brave and bad-ass Meda is, she kind of craps her pants. This is HELL we're talking about. She can kill bad dudes, but facing down an army of demons who want to kill her? Nuh uh!
She shakes her head. “You need to try harder. Try to look…” she fumbles for the word, “cheerful.”And not just pink!!
“Like this.”
It appears to be a T-shirt, but…“Jo,” I say in dawning horror. “That’s pink.”
“I’ve always thought you’d look good in yellow. A bright, sunshiny yellow.”Apparently, someone forgot to tell 6-year old Khanh that. Don't I just look so fucking happy and harmless?
At the thought, I turn faintly green. “Yellow, Jo?” My voice is a tiny thing.
“Everyone looks happy and harmless in bright yellow.”
You don’t have a choice. I hear footsteps close in behind me. You don’t have a choice. We will slip in your mind, take over your body. We will steal your freewill; we could plunder your thoughts, your memories, your every private moment if we wanted.But this is motherfucking Meda we're talking about. She is a half-demon. She is a monster. She constantly suppressed her darker urges every moment of every day, and she's not going to fucking go down without a fight. Despite how much she loves her friends, Meda has a demonic side that won't be suppressed and pounded down.
Jo wants me to be someone else. Someone who kisses ass and follows rules – a tamed tiger who sits and purrs until she shouts “attack” at her enemies. But I am not a pet.Will the Crusaders push her too far? Will Meda realize her internal goodness and join the fight against evil, or will she be tempted to the dark side to wreak havoc and destruction by the one person who is capable of understanding who she really is?
And I won’t be locked in a cage.
I’m at a crossroads. One path is a slow, painful, righteous trudge uphill to a place where my nemeses see the light. The other is easy and fun, downhill and dark. Armand takes my hand.Meda:
I won’t walk this path alone.
The grin that dances across his face finds a partner on mine.
A real monster is too clever for that. A real monster shakes the hands of elderly couples as he invests their life’s savings in his Ponzi scheme; she kisses babies and runs for political office; he waits until she’s in love. A real monster knows that an attack hurts; but a betrayal scars.I fucking love Meda. She's special, but she's not a special snowflake. Yeah, of course she's going to be special. Why would we be reading a book about a character who's completely normal and powerless? But there's a difference between a well-drawn character and a Mary Sue. While both may have special destinies, I don't feel like Meda is a Mary Sue because:
One day I will have the opportunity to do some great good, a good so great as to change the course of human history. But the potential to do good and choosing to actually do it, are two very different things. Apparently a lot Beacons turn out to be duds.Beacons are protected for their potential, but Meda could just as easily save the world just as she could invent a new special sauce for Chicken McNuggets.
“You treat living here like a joke.” She hasn’t turned back to me. “You float along, barely civil, and act like they owe you. You act like they should be grateful the Great Meda Melange didn’t kill them today. You want them to treat you like a Crusader?” Now she does look at me. “Then stop acting like a demon.”I understand her frustration, because Meda tries to behave, but the Crusaders are unwilling to trust a half-demon. Gee, I wonder why they can't trust someone who kills people and eats their souls. I really wonder.
I allow myself a sway in his direction, an inhale of spicy boy scent, a minute in demon dark eyes.This book has a hint of romance, I would hesitate to call it "romance," because it's more of a "the couple that slays together stays together" kind of case. The boy is a demon. Meda is a demon. She's stuck in a compound full of people who are:
Then I shut the door in his face.
“I give a girl something she thinks she wants more than anything else in the world.” There’s another pause. “Then I take it away.”
We’ll face each other in battle, and when that day comes, we will do our utmost to reduce the other to bloody pieces. And we will do it unapologetically.Thank you to Angry Robot for providing me with a copy for review. All quotes were taken from an uncorrected proof subject to change in the final edition.
We know what we are.
"You arranged a murder?" Awww, that's so sweet.
"Nothing elaborate, of course." He grins slyly. "Didn't want to overdo it on a first date."
And he ruins it."
"Some might call me a 'tease', but I don't believe it. 'Tease' implies that I owe him something, that I should feel guilty. As if my flirtation is forced on him and he merely tolerates it for an eventual pay-out. That's bullshit. We both have goals in our little game; why should his goal (sex) take priority over mine (to mess with his head)? Is it because he's a man?"
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This was unbelievably awesome!
I'm off to Crossed!
Armand eases open the door and holds out his hand. "Come on," he whispers.
I hesitate.
"We won't do anything bad," he say piously. "I promise."
I slide my hand into his... His smile escapes, spreading full across his face. "But we won't do anything good, either."
Good. I'm awfully tired of good.
"You arranged a murder?" Awwww, that's so sweet.
She knocks again. "Meda," she says softly. "Meda, please talk to me." She presses her forehead and hands against the door.
“I’ve always thought you’d look good in yellow. A bright, sunshiny yellow.”
At the thought, I turn faintly green. “Yellow, Jo?” My voice is a tiny thing.
“Everyone looks happy and harmless in bright yellow.”
"You treat living here as a joke." She hasn't turned back to me. "You float along, barely civil, and act like they owe you. You act like they should be grateful the great Meda Melange didn't kill them today. You want them to treat you like a Crusader?" Now she does look at me. "Then stop acting like a demon."
"Stupid Crusaders with their stupid rules. For a homicidal group, they’re appallingly restrictive.
No, Meda, you can’t leave campus.
No, Meda, you know we have a curfew.
No, Meda, you can’t eat that guy."
"I am Meda Melange, demon-saint monster girl. I make full-grown men scream in terror. I break bones and drain blood. I turn nightmares into reality.
I am the most powerful creature on earth. I do not wear a leash.
The darkness seethes under my skin. I blink and the world is a new place."
You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn't change its nature. This isn't Beauty and the Beast where my kiss would transform the monster into a prince. If anything, it's Shrek, and his kiss brings out the ogre in me.
"Hero?" I roll my eyes. "You're an agent..."
"...of evil," he finishes. "I know, I know. But we're all the heroes in our own little dramas," he says smoothly.
I laugh. "And what role do I play in your little drama?"
"Unwitting dupe."
"Hm. Looks like I'm gonna kill you sooner than I thought."
Get him! My hormones scream.
Don't fall for it, my brain cautions.
Pretty! They whine. Stupid hormones.
Calm down, hormones. We are just pumping him-(really brain, you chose the word pumping?)-for information. He is literally evil. We need to keep our distance.
A pause.
Get him!
Not things that bump. Bumps are clumsy and inelegant. They are sounds made by creatures not at home in the darkness. I don't bump. I crunch in the night. I crack;I splatter;I splash. But I never, ever bump.
I am Meda Melange, demon-saint monster girl. I make full-grown men scream in terror. I break bones and drain blood. I turn nightmares into reality.
I am the most powerful creature on earth. I do not wear a leash.
So the Corporates think they want custody, do they? Custody. I’m not some big-eyed orphan begging, “Please sir, may I have some more?” or singing about how the sun will come out tomorrow. I’m not the foster kid who’ll smile on the Christmas card in an ugly sweater matching my new mom’s. Rather, I’m the kid in the back of the orphanage playing with a lighter and the head of the doll that belongs to the sobbing girl next to me – they just need to see it. We’ll see who wants custody then.
You can love a monster. It can even love you back, but that doesn’t change its nature. This isn’t Beauty and the Beast where my kiss would transform the monster to a prince. If anything, it’s Shrek, and his kiss brings out the ogre in me.
Meda Meda Meda. You define snarky. If ratings of this book is not enough to convince you to pick this one up, then you're bonkers mate.This is the second book of Soul Eater series and Eliza Crewe has done an amazing job to make it better.
In case you loopies forgot who Armand is, let me refresh your memory.
Remember the hottest piece of demon ass that was Meda's dungeonmate in the first book? The one who everybody believes will make Meda's girly parts quiver?
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Yep. That's him.Meda was great as ever. In a way, she has become a prisoner of the crusaders and even when she decided to go gonzo, her loyalty to her friends are amazing.![]()
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I was grinning from the very first page till the end while reading this book. Even though Meda is entirely an anti-hero material (in a way) I was still cheering for her.![]()
And that ending..
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