It has been six years
since the Awakening and peace in Spokane, Washington is still tenuous at
best. The vampires and shifters are all vying for control of the city
and the humans seem to be the ones suffering the consequences, or so it
seems.
Aria Naveed has spent the last two years of her life fighting to make the many wrongs of the world right, but soon finds out that the humans aren’t as weak as they appear and may be a more terrifying foe than any of the other races combined.
When a stranger rolls into town with trouble on his heels, Aria finds herself trapped in the middle of a battle that could cost her more than she has bargained for as a fight for justice turns into an unexpected fight for her life.
Aria Naveed has spent the last two years of her life fighting to make the many wrongs of the world right, but soon finds out that the humans aren’t as weak as they appear and may be a more terrifying foe than any of the other races combined.
When a stranger rolls into town with trouble on his heels, Aria finds herself trapped in the middle of a battle that could cost her more than she has bargained for as a fight for justice turns into an unexpected fight for her life.
I loved the main character Aria in this
book. She is the embodiment of the warrior woman, she is strong and deadly and
yet at her core she is soft and emotional. It is the soft core that can either
be an asset or a detriment and Aria experiences both in this book.
While I loved the world building and all
of the characters in this book I was unsatisfied with the ending. We are
exposed to many different plot lines and a whole cast of characters and at the
end I felt like we were left with just as many questions as we had when we
started. I know this is the first book in a series but I was left feeling a
little unsatisfied and confused. I am hoping that more of my questions are
answered in the next book in this series and that these characters will remain the
focus.
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The light began to fade from his eyes
as I crawled across the floor in an effort to reach my father. My nails were
raw and bloody as I struggled to carry myself closer to him, digging into the
rough wooden floors with each drag of my body.
“I’m
coming,” I panted in between breaths. “Just hang on, Papa, I’m coming.”
I woke gasping for breath, drenched
in a cold sweat, clutching the hilt of my dagger as if my life depended on it.
I frantically looked around the room in search of our attacker while also
taking stock of any injuries. I was perfectly whole.
“It was just a
nightmare,” I told myself, though that did little
to ease the ache in my chest over the remembered pain. I miss you so much.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I pushed
back the wet, loose tendrils of hair that had escaped my braid during my fitful
rest and returned my dagger to its resting place beneath my pillow. Taking
another deep breath I registered a hint of smoke.
Shit!
My eyes roamed over the room,
frantically looking for the source of fire.
“You have got to be kidding me!”
I untangled my body from the sheets,
tripping and falling into a heap on the floor before I was able to crawl out of
my covers and retrieve an old shirt. I frenziedly swatted at the bedroom
curtains with the old t-shirt but the flames continued to rise. Deciding there
was no other choice, I ripped the curtains from the window and rushed to the
kitchen.
Throwing the curtains into the sink and
turning the faucet on all the way, I watched as the flames were snuffed and
steam began to rise. The curtains ruined.
Turning the water off, I allowed my
body to slide down the smooth wooden cabinets until my bottom met the cool tile
floor. I folded my arms across my knees and rested my forehead against them.
Closing my eyes I took several deep breaths, my heart still racing from the
effects of the recurring nightmare. This was getting out of hand. I had thought
the nightmares were fading, but something was bringing the memories back with a
screaming vengeance and this was the third time this week they’d plagued me. I
missed my parents but it’d been over six years now. They weren’t coming back
and I needed to let it go. My subconscious needed to let it go and I needed to
let Daniel’s death go. Not the case, no, I wouldn’t let that go. But his death
was affecting me in ways I couldn’t allow to continue.
I breathed deeply in an effort to calm
my nerves. Small tremors racked my body, the nightmare had shaken me more that
I’d like to admit. My skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. A physical
reminder that I needed to relax before I accidentally caught something else on
fire.
Danielle Annett is a reader, writer, photographer, and the
blogger behind Coffee and Characters. Born in the SF Bay area, she now resides
in Spokane, WA, the primary location for her Blood & Magic series.Addicted to coffee at an early age, she spends her restless nights putting pen to paper as she tries to get all of the stories out of her head before the dogs wake up the rest of the house and vye for her attention.
Website: http://danielle-annett.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Danielle_Annett
Thank you so much for sharing and for posting your review. It made my day, truly.
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-Danielle