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382 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 31, 2006
“There are two kinds of people in this world, Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost, and those who are walking lambs.”
“It's what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.”
the shadowy and intriguing fae, seelie and the unseelie, Sidhe-Seers, druids and more and more dark and light beings….I could not put the book down… I had to turn the next page so I could find out what would happen next ………
” A war was coming. I could feel it in my bones. A war to end all wars.….a war where she will play a huge part in.
And mankind didn’t even know it.”
Mac kind of reminded me a bit of “Elle” from Legally Blonde…anyone remember that Reese Witherspoone movie Legally Blonde….the love for pink…where everyone thinks she’s an airhead because she loves fashion and her blonde hair???????????
“You, Ms. Lane, are a sidhe -seer.”
“Huh?” What was a she-seer.
“A sidhe -seer. You see the Fae.”
I burst out laughing.
“This is no laughing matter,” he said roughly. “This is about life and death, you imbecile.”
“I laughed harder. “What, some pesky little fairy’s going to get me?”
Loved the dialogue between the two….
\The secondary characters are so well written and unforgettable…..I am sure we will get to know them better as the series continues…..Rowena, Fiona, Malluce , Vlane….and many others.
So realistic that I felt myself immersed in this world and its characters.
Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here.
"You, Ms. Lane, are a sidhe-seer."
"Huh?" What was a she-seer?
"A sidhe-seer. You see the Fae." I burst out laughing.
"This is no laughing matter," he said roughly. "This is about life and death, you imbecile."
“I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?" I shrugged in kind. "Take me or leave me, Barrons." He took me. As I'd known he would.
A butterfly flaps its wings somewhere and the wind changes, and a warm front hits a cold front off the coast of western Africa and before you know it you've got a hurricane closing in. By the time anyone figured out the storm was coming, it was too late to do anything but batten down the hatches and exercise damage control.
I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself. Movies show you the pink house. A good book tells you there's a pink house and lets you paint some of the finishing touches, maybe choose the roof style,park your own car out front. My imagination has always topped anything a movie could come up with. Case in point, those darned Harry Potter movies. That was so not what that part-Veela-chick, Fleur Delacour, looked like.”
“Assume' makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'.”
“Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?”
Barrons laughed again. "And there, my dear Fio, you make one of Womankind's greatest mistakes: Falling in love with a man's potential. We so rarely share the same view of it, and even more rarely care to achieve it. Stop pining for the man you think I could be -- and take a good, long, hard look at the one I am.”
“Sometimes, Ms. Lane," he said, "one must break with one's past to embrace one's future. It is never an easy thing to do. It is one of the distinguishing characteristics between survivors and victims. Letting go of what was, to survive what is.”
“He raised a brow. 'Petunia, Ms. Lane?'
I scowled. "Ass, Barrons.”