Tuesday, April 16, 2013

The Eternity Cure: Review

Title: The Eternity Cure
Author: Julie Kagawa
ISBN: 0373210698
Publisher: Harlequin Teen
Publishing Date: 30th April 2013

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Goodreads Synopsis:

Allison Sekemoto has vowed to rescue her creator, Kanin, who is being held hostage and tortured by the psychotic vampire Sarren. The call of blood leads her back to the beginning—New Covington and the Fringe, and a vampire prince who wants her dead yet may become her wary ally.

Even as Allie faces shocking revelations and heartbreak like she’s never known, a new strain of the Red Lung virus that decimated humanity is rising to threaten human and vampire alike.


Hey guys! You cannot imagine how hard it's been to wait to write this review. I finished it mere hours after having completed "The Immortal Rules". But I decided to wait until the same month of the book release.

This book start from where it finished off in "The Immortal Rules", Allison is doing all she can to find her sire Kanin and save him from Sarren. Due to the bonds she has with him she follows the trail in search, only it leads her to another vampire entirely. Her blood brother Jackal. He also happens to want to find Kanin, only Allison is suspicious towards his motives. They both lead an uneasy road back to the Fringe, Allie's home, in search of Sarren. Only, once they reach there, they find the entire population in the city suffering from the disease. Their plans are interrupted and changed numerous times to accommodate the unexpected people they meet on their way as well as the endless possibilities of betrayals and inability to trust.

 This book was equally as amazing as The Immortal Rules. I loved the story development and the struggles of trust with almost all of the characters. In some very very strange way, I sympathized with Jackal. I know, I know, you can think me weird, and frankly I still hate him. But having to travel around with a bunch of people, all of whom want to see you dead, cannot be comfortable. Especially having no friends, only enemies, and the fact that no matter how many times he saves their lives they still hate him. It was just sad. Though I don't blame them for continuously hating him. But he did give the adventures a peculiar brand of humor. His sarcasm was so great and came at the most inopportune times.

I was so frustrated with Stick in this book, I honestly didn't see him turning into...that. I mean, it was obvious how much Allie cared about him from book one, and the only reasons she'd go hard on him would be because she wanted him to be able to survive on his own if something happened to her. To treat her the way he did in this book? I honestly wanted to kill him myself.

Although the grand prize to the most wanted dead in this book would clearly go to Sarren. I'm not going to tell you why obviously, that's part of the brilliance of this book, you need to read it to find out. Then please come back and join the team to try and kill him, all right?

I was so glad to find Zeke popping up unexpectedly in this book, I just wanted to get inside the book, hug him, and tell him he's the most perfect angelic being on... this distorted brand of Earth. He was just as perfect in this book, and I could almost fall in love with him just as much as I'm pretty sure Allie was. Vampire or not, this boy is irresistible Allie, understood? I seriously am not sure how I would have survived this book without him being in it, so thanks Julie for making him exist.

The Eternity Cure is just as brilliantly written and equally as exciting as The Immortal Rules... if not more actually! More action, more chases, more suspicions and more surprises. Trust, I learned in this book, is a very complicated thing, and love, is a very scary notion.

When I first started reading this series, I honestly thought it was two books. Yes, I did,I have no idea why though. So, when I was finally done with this book, I was on the verge of a panic attack, because this was no way to end the book, let alone a series. It left on an awful cliffhanger and I was not happy because I was seriously loving both books so far!

This was my reaction:

To which she responded mere moments later:

 I was obviously relieved after that, and tried to not be impatient over the third book. After all, it's better to have a third book that won't be out anytime soon rather than have no third book at all and left with an awful cliffhanger right?

Anyhow, that's enough of me babbling about this incredible book, you guys should all pick up your own copy as soon as you can. Seriously.

Rating: 5/5!
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Thursday, April 4, 2013

Tour Stop: Deadly Kisses, excerpt

Title: Deadly Kisses
Author: Kerri Cuevas
Publication: March 5th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance


Aiden Grant has a killer kiss.  Literally. And it’s not every reaper who gets to work with the Sixteenth President. Sure, Honest Abe likes to throw out history lessons with reaping assignments, but when you’re favored by the ancients, grim reaper life is pretty sweet for a newly dead seventeen-year-old.

Then things get messy.

Aiden is assigned to reap the soul of Bee, the only girl he has ever loved. When Aiden’s kiss of death fails, intertwining their souls, she is still very much alive and they are both in trouble. The ancients want Bee, who has special powers of her own, and they’ll do anything to get her.

Some rules are meant to be broken, even if that means Aiden must bargain with his own soul to save Bee. Who knew the afterlife could get so complicated?


I grinned at the old man. The dim grey light of his aura flickered. He lay motionless in the hospital bed with thin white sheets that clung to his long, scrawny body. His face was sunken in, leaving his cheekbones visible. Heck, a pile of dog crap sitting on a black tarred parking lot on a mid-summer day looked better.

“It’s time to die, old man. Tell you what, I’m feeling lenient and I’ll give you about five seconds to tell the little hottie sitting next to you goodbye.”

He looked up to meet his guide to the other side: me. I, Aiden Grant, came bundled in a nice package of black cloak and a hood that came down over my nose. All he could see of my face was my Hollywood smile. It was the ribbon on the present.

“Will it hurt?” His tongue extended in a continuous motion making sounds like a lapping puppy. When my phone rang loud with Paramore singing “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” his eyes widened and I laughed, because today was Sunday. The dude just might keel over from a heart attack before I could reap him.

“Tell you what, you tell me who the little blond chick is and I’ll make it quick and painless. Don’t worry, she can’t see me.” She was hunched over the old prune just enough so I could see down her shirt.

“It’s my granddaughter.” His stiff hand moved to her head, smoothing down her yellow hair.
She sat up in alarm and eyed the heart monitor, ruining my view. “Did you say something, Granddad? Do you want more pain medication?”

“Damn, dude, you must be like one hundred because she has got to be about my age. Seventeen?”

“Yes.” The old man croaked. The girl pressed the call button, but he was looking at me with brown, watery eyes.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” Time was up, and I yearned for the temporary warmth of his soul. “Here’s how this is going down. When I collect your soul, your heart will stop beating. You have to come with me, but your physical body stays right there on the bed. You’re going to be foggy-looking until I deliver you to a little place called Destination Forever. Once there, your soul will be returned to you, giving you a normal appearance again. Now, do you have any regrets?”

He moved with a slight twist that looked like a no.

“Good, because if you did, you would be stuck with me, a dead president, and a black cloak. Just stay still and it will go faster.” This wasn’t my dream job, so the quicker I collected the soul and delivered it the better. I tracked, reaped, and delivered within days even though I was given a week to complete an assignment.

I leaned in close. He started to whimper and pull back. I became annoyed. “I do this all the time and don’t want to brag, but I’m that good. As long as you’ve got no regrets, your pain will disappear. Do you want that?”

I was inches from his face. The corner of the old man’s mouth twitched and rose. The scythe heated up and my bony hand hovered over his heart. I placed my mouth to his dry cracked lips and drank up his soul. He didn’t flinch. His soul filled my body. It tasted old, sour, and provided little of the warmth I craved, but I took what I could get.

When the slow thud of his heart stopped, I pulled away to watch the chaos that followed. It was always a sight. The heart monitor went flat with a long, drawn-out note, and the hottie started to cry.
Flawless performance.

Author's Bio:

Kerri Cuevas was born and raised in Rhode Island. She moved to New Hampshire with her husband, three kids, cats and a rabbit named Hercules in 2005. When she's not writing, she's chasing chickens on her small farm or searching for the ultimate mac-a-cheese recipe.

Kerri went to college for Early Childhood Education but now writes books for young adults full-time. Her storytelling stems from watching too many horror flicks as a teen, but she no longer needs to sleep with the lights on.

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