I don’t think I’ve been one for a long time. It was as intense as it was shocking, and after coming off of so many wins in the lighter faring genres (two contemporary, one lighter fantasy), this was a cold shock to my system. I don’t know what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t what I read, in the beginning. In my heart, I’m as wild as the ocean that raised me.Īnd, I’ll admit, I did feel the pressure even though I waited a month before I tried it. Staying still, in one place and one moment, will make me miserable. You feel a pressure to love it that much, to not feel broken because you didn’t connect like the rest of the world. But, like with many things, I get nervous- it’s hard to fall in with the hordes of fans that hype up a new release (no matter how much you had previously wanted to read it). I picked this story up because of not only it’s content, but because of the rave reviews and incessant fangirling that came along with my friends devoted love and support. She’s something more, and it makes me too curious for my own good. Whatever spell had threatened to transfix me when I saved her is broken now, and I can see quite clearly that she’s no helpless damsel. And that’s what happened here.Īs I stare at her, I see nothing of the wraith-like girl I pulled from the ocean. And sometimes, sometimes they just click. Sometimes it’s a random pick that is in a totally different style genre than I’m used to. I can’t explain what makes a book tick for me (I lie, I could go on for days)-sometimes it’s a tried and true pattern. Really it’s as blue as any sea, but the light does things. If I could write, and, believe me, the last few books I’ve read have made me pine for it so, this is exactly how I’d want to write. Unrelenting- the most vicious kind of poetry. And the writing-it was seriously out of this world. It feels like the worst thing I’ve ever done and the best thing I could ever do and how strange that the two are suddenly the same. And then it’s on my cheek, cupping my face, thumb stroking my lip. His hand moves from beside mine, and I feel a sudden absence. And the inevitable betrayal…hardly a betrayal at all, for how can it be a betrayal when it was right in front of your face the whole time? Two monsters in their respective worlds… two monsters who share the same dream. Hearts drum to the beat of the ocean’s waves, as rapid and tremulous as any tentative alliance formed, swept away with the thought of a shared loneliness. Eyes clash, a heroic act bends and twists fate into a finite moment. Cylinders of light bouncing over every rip and tear of the water’s veneer. The sea calls, sun shimmering on its tranquil surface. Me, my ship, and a girl with oceans in her eyes. They exist somewhere other than in this moment, and now there is only this. Everything is muted and as Lira swoops her blade down on mine once more, I let it all fall away. Soon there’s sun in the distance, or perhaps even moonlight. She promises to help him find the key to destroying all of sirenkind for good-But can he trust her? And just how many deals will Elian have to barter to eliminate mankind’s greatest enemy? When he rescues a drowning woman in the ocean, she’s more than what she appears. Hunting sirens is more than an unsavory hobby-it’s his calling. The ocean is the only place Prince Elian calls home, even though he is heir to the most powerful kingdom in the world. Robbed of her song, Lira has until the winter solstice to deliver Prince Elian’s heart to the Sea Queen or remain a human forever. To punish her daughter, the Sea Queen transforms Lira into the one thing they loathe most-a human. Until a twist of fate forces her to kill one of her own. With the hearts of seventeen princes in her collection, she is revered across the sea. Princess Lira is siren royalty and the most lethal of them all.
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