MacKayla Lane’s life is good. She has great friends, a decent job, and a car that breaks down only every other week or so. In other words, she’s your perfectly ordinary twenty-first-century woman. Or so she thinks…until something extraordinary happens.
When her sister is murdered, leaving a single clue to her death–a cryptic message on Mac’s cell phone–Mac journeys to Ireland in search of answers. The quest to find her sister’s killer draws her into a shadowy realm where nothing is as it seems, where good and evil wear the same treacherously seductive mask. She is soon faced with an even greater challenge: staying alive long enough to learn how to handle a power she had no idea she possessed–a gift that allows her to see beyond the world of man, into the dangerous realm of the Fae….
As Mac delves deeper into the mystery of her sister’s death, her every move is shadowed by the dark, mysterious Jericho, a man with no past and only mockery for a future. As she begins to close in on the truth, the ruthless Vlane–an alpha Fae who makes sex an addiction for human women–closes in on her. And as the boundary between worlds begins to crumble, Mac’s true mission becomes clear: find the elusive Sinsar Dubh before someone else claims the all-powerful Dark Book–because whoever gets to it first holds nothing less than complete control of the very fabric of both worlds in their hands….
*reading Fever in the far corner of Barons Books and Baubles*
Oh hai, wasn’t expecting you here…. Was busy having THE FREAKIN’ TIME OF MY LIFE!!!
Damn this is an epic series. Was hooked since the first chapter and now I can’t let go of it! I was imagining something waaay different than this to tell you the truth. Was thinking of something more Dark Huntress and less Humans Have a Picnic in the Graveyard.
Yeah the Graveyard Picnic doesn’t really exist but you get my point… if there is one…
Aaaanyways this book is not for the weak hearted. Don’t expect pink hearts and cotton candy and a hero that the moment he sees the girl he falls for her and does his best to make her happy. Quite the opposite. Barrons is a sonofabitch who’s got no limits when reaching something he wants. He’ll use you, stomp on you and probably piss on you after he’s done just for fun. I love him. I seriously do.
It all makes sense in this book. Mac is just a normal girl, a mimo as I call this type of girls. Always caring how they look, most importantly how people see them. Counting the amount of guys turn their heads when they walk by. Crazy about pink shit and rainbows. I mean seriously… rainbows…. A real drama for mimos? Revlon removing dunno what color from its nailpolish collection. Pink of course.
You see this and compare to the obscure environment this book has and you get the what-the-fuck face for sure. I thought I’d hate Mac, since I really hate girls who are as stupid as this. I thought I’d just read this series for the sake of Barrons. I actually saw a thing on a site, http://vampirebookclub.net, if I’m not wrong, called Alpha Showdown 2011. At that time I was hoping Bones (Night Huntress) would win. Eventually the final vote was for Barrons versus Jace Wayland (The Mortal Instruments). I didn’t know Barrons back then and I hated Jace so of course I kept voting against Wayland. I mean after the last book from TMI I would vote even for Mickey Mouse just for preventing Jace from winning. But back to our book. Now I actually see why there was such a HUGE difference in the votes between these two. Barrons is a force of nature. He would win a fight against Terminator with one hand tied behind his back.
Take a second to digest all that and imagine the epic battle.
He really is the coolest alpha character ever created and I can’t wait to get in his head more and unveil the mystery that he is.
The thing is I’m not reading the series just for Barrons in the end. He may have an important role in it, but Mac also does. I love to see the way she’s changing right before my eyes. Bit by bit she becomes a fighter. She is like an unhatched egg. She’s dull in the beginning and bit by bit the peel falls and in the end I’m sure we’ll have a glance at a wonderful exotic bird.
Now the question is… How cool is Mac? I found it interesting to compare female characters to our beloved comic heroines. Mac is going against Catwoman.
Yep, that’s the score. Sorry kid, better luck next time. Maybe in time you’ll be able to beat Catwoman at this.
V’lane is a sick motherfucker. I think many girls find him hot but he just freaks me out. I’d probably compare him to a pedo-stalking-rapist bastard so I’m sorry but I can’t find that hot. He may have the looks but his brain is too messed up to be used for something else than target practice.
I have to pick on the Dublin police. It seriously is retarded. Or mainly doesn’t give a shit. When you compare this to CSI you wonder which of those resembles reality the most. I’d have my best on the shitty Dublin one… Living in Romania does that to you.
Karen Marie Moning is my type of author. She’s dark, her humor is damn good and her style of writing is just amazing. I’m really impressed with her. Maximum points and my eternal respect for a phenomenal book.
Top 5 quotes
#5 "Don't believe anything dead until you've burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited a day or two to see if anything rises from them."
#4 Don't accuse me of being morbid when I'm merely the product of a culture that buries the bones of the ones they love in pretty, manicured flower gardens so they can keep them nearby and go talk to them whenever they feel troubled or depressed. That's morbid. Not to mention bizarre. Dogs bury bones, too.
#3 You have no idea how important that is, how deeply reassuring, until you lose it. All my life, up until that moment, I'd had a warm, protective blanket wrapped around me, knitted of aunts and uncles, purled of first and second and third cousins, knot-tied with grandmas and grandpas and greats.
That blanket had just dropped from my shoulders. I felt cold, lost and alone.
#2 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.
#1 If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one.
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Darkfever by Karen Marie Moning
October 31st 2006
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