All Just Glass

All Just Glass

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by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
     
 

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Sarah Vida has given up everything for love. From a legendary family of vampire-hunting witches, Sarah was raised to never trust a vampire, to never let her guard down, and to avoid all tricky attachments of the heart. But now Sarah IS a vampire—changed by the boy she thought she loved. Her family has forsaken her, and Sarah herself is disgusted by her

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Sarah Vida has given up everything for love. From a legendary family of vampire-hunting witches, Sarah was raised to never trust a vampire, to never let her guard down, and to avoid all tricky attachments of the heart. But now Sarah IS a vampire—changed by the boy she thought she loved. Her family has forsaken her, and Sarah herself is disgusted by her appetite for blood.
Aida Vida is Sarah's older sister, the good, reliable sibling who always does her family proud. But when Aida's mother insists that Sarah be found and killed, Aida is given the one assignment that she may not be able to carry out.
Taking place over just twenty-four hours, ALL JUST GLASS tells the story of a game-changing battle that will forever change the world of the Den of Shadows. And at its center is the story of two sisters who must choose between love and duty. Dark, fully-imagined, and hard to put down, ALL JUST GLASS will thrill Amelia's fans—old and new.

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Kirkus Reviews

This sequel toShattered Mirror(2001) in the Den of Shadows series continues the story of the Vida witch clan and their mortal enemies: vampires. Fans of vampire fiction will find what they crave here, although those who have not read the earlier book also may find abundant confusion, as the author assumes knowledge of the previous book and its complicated structure of relationships and loyalties. This story's heroine, Adianna (Adia) Vida, has taken a solemn oath—at their mother's behest—to kill her younger sister, Sarah, who has become an apparently unrepentant vampire, and now she must rally the clan to pursue Sarah. The posse of witches that agrees to join the hunt turns out to be far from the dedicated and disciplined crowd that the text describes. It falls apart at nearly every point. Sarah, the story's alternate heroine, may not be quite as dead or as evil as her family supposes. Characters from the earlier book also may not be as they seem. What is certain is that devotees of the series will find plenty of vampiric lore and gore. Goth entertainment.(Paranormal romance. 12 & up)

School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—This novel picks up where Shattered Mirror (Delacorte, 2001) left off, and it will be difficult to follow the story without having read that book. Sarah Vida has done the unthinkable. Descending from a long line of vampire-hunting witches, she has been raised to destroy the undead. Now she is the thing she once hunted—a vampire. Turned by Kristopher, whom she loves, she is convinced that the witch clans are not 100 percent correct in their assessment of vampires. Vampires can choose to coexist among humans and do not have to become the evil, soulless beings that Sarah was taught to believe. Unfortunately, the Vida family matriarch invokes the Rights of Kin, an ancient law calling for Sarah's destruction. Now her family members must hunt her down and eliminate her at any cost. Atwater-Rhodes weaves a fast-paced, action-packed story full of suspense and intrigue, with some clever plot twists and turns. Points of view alternate among the characters, giving them dimension. The strong ending does not tie up all the loose ends, leaving room for a possible sequel.—Donna Rosenblum, Floral Park Memorial High School, NY

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780385737524
Publisher:
Random House Children's Books
Publication date:
01/11/2011
Series:
Den of Shadows Series
Pages:
256
Product dimensions:
5.80(w) x 8.50(h) x 1.00(d)
Lexile:
890L (what's this?)
Age Range:
12 Years

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All Just Glass


By Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

Delacorte Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2011 Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780385737524

Chapter 1

Saturday, 5:52 a.m.

The ringing in her ears surely was the sound of the world shattering. It was louder than the November air whistling outside as it tore leaves the color of fire and blood from the trees, and louder than the hum of the Chevy's engine as Adianna Vida pressed the gas pedal down further, accelerating past sixty . . . seventy . . .

Pushing eighty miles per hour, she twisted the dial on her satellite radio, turning the music up in the hope that it would drown out every other sound and thought. She wasn't even sure what she was listening to. It didn't matter.

She wondered if this was why Sarah had always been drawn to fast, flashy cars. Adia went for vehicles that drew no particular attention, cars she could get on short lease terms and trade in frequently, and she had always thought it was a little silly when Sarah picked out something that turned heads whenever she drove up.

But that was the way Sarah was.

Adia glanced at her instrument panel and realized the needle had just passed ninety. Where were the cops who were supposed to be patrolling this highway, anyway? Wasn't there anyone out here still serving and protecting?

She flexed her left hand, clenching her jaw to control a wince as she did so. Two of the fingers were broken. They wouldn't wrap around the steering wheel. The arm was still sore from a minor fracture she had received half a week earlier. She would have double-checked that the hastily tied bandage on her arm was still in place, but she didn't think it was a good idea to take her one good hand off the wheel, even to make sure she wasn't bleeding again.

At least the other guy looked worse . . . though that would have been more comforting if the "other guy" hadn't been a large bay window and some kind of ugly garden statue she had hit on her way down.

But it wasn't a complete loss. She had learned what she had needed to learn.

She had learned the last thing she had wanted to learn.

Adianna Vida, now the only child of Dominique Vida, matriarch of the ancient line of witches, wished she were still ignorant. It had taken a hell of a fight, but she had finally, unfortunately, throttled the information out of someone.

"Looks like she's decided to live, witch," a bloodbond had told her, the last word like a curse. "She's staying with Nikolas and Kristopher. Not that you'll find them. They've been hunted for more than a century. They know how to take care of themselves."

Sarah was still alive.

No, not Sarah. The creature who existed now looked like Adia's little sister, but she wasn't a witch anymore; she was a vampire. She had woken at sundown and had hunted. No one had been able to tell Adia who the victim had been, but Sarah's change had been traumatic, which meant the first hunt would have been fierce. She had probably killed.

And then she had decided to live as a vampire.

To continue as a vampire, at least.

Which proved it really wasn't Sarah, right? A daughter of Vida waking to find herself a monster should have ended it at that moment. She should have known that stopping herself then, before the vampiric power twisted her too badly, was the only way she could protect the helpless victims she would inevitably end up hurting in the future. But she hadn't.

Before Adia could learn any more, another bloodbond had leapt forward and sent them both through the window. Adia had wanted to fight at that point but had already found the information she needed, and knew that Dominique would disapprove of her lingering.

Realizing she was approaching her exit, she slowed--probably more abruptly than she should have, but who cared? It was six in the morning on a Saturday, and she hadn't seen another car in nearly half an hour. She was almost home, and when she pulled into the driveway, she would have to be fully under control.

She turned the radio down to barely a whisper, until she could hear the mournful wind again. In front of her mother's house, the trees were already nearly bare, except for a few golden leaves they still managed to cling desperately to. She sympathized; some part of her had been ripped away, as well, when she had let her sister die.

It took her two tries to get the car door open with the damage to her arms. The frigid air that rushed in to replace the warmth in the car was bracing and helped her calm her thoughts. She managed not to limp as she approached the front door.

Her mother was waiting for her in the kitchen, at the antique oak table where Adia had spent countless hours as a child studying ancient Vida laws.

Forty years old, Dominique had been the only child of her father's second wife. She had survived the deaths of her parents, her sister, a niece and a nephew closer to her age than her sister had been, and Sarah and Adia's father, and all Adia had ever seen from her was stoicism and the grim acceptance that a hunter's life was dangerous. Her practical short blond hair had occasional bits of gray and her Vida-blue eyes were perhaps a little more tired, but she still stood as if carrying the weight of the world were simply a task she had to accept.

And at that moment, she wasn't alone.

Adia's cousin, Zachary, had a spread of weaponry in front of him and was in the process of cleaning and polishing the collection of knives as Adia walked in. His blond hair and immaculate appearance were a marked contrast with the slightly scruffy features and dark hair of Michael Arun, who was flipping through the heavy tome of pictures and notes on known vampires.

Michael was from another line, but he was still a witch. The Arun line wasn't known for self-control or following all the rules, and Adia had never quite been able to relax her guard around Michael because of the vampiric taint to his aura, but at least he was a hunter. The Vida and Arun lines had fought side by side for generations, so his presence wasn't surprising, despite the hour. Most vampire hunters were nearly as nocturnal as their prey.

Adia was startled, however, to see Hasana Smoke sitting stiffly across the table from Zachary and staring pale-faced at the weaponry as her daughter Caryn read a paperback romance novel in the corner. Smoke witches, though every bit as respected as Vidas, were healers. They wouldn't engage in a fight even to protect their own lives, and they usually showed up at the Vida household only if someone was hurt.

More unusual still was the presence of Evan Marinitch. Nearing fifty, Evan had a lean body that made him seem younger. He was at that moment perched on the counter, hazel eyes brimming with fatigue and disapproval. The Marinitch line sometimes included hunters, but that wasn't their primary vocation. They were mostly scholars. Though technically kin to the Vida, Arun and Smoke lines, the Marinitch line kept to itself most of the time.

All the surviving lines were represented. Had Dominique called them to witness Sarah's trial, only to have them arrive just to hear about her death?

How had everything happened so fast? Two weeks before, Sarah had been complaining--softly, when Dominique couldn't hear--about having to move from New York City to the small suburb of Acton, Massachusetts. Ten days ago, Adia had discovered that Sarah was being socially polite with two of the vampires who attended her school. The relationship had grown dangerously close before Adia even realized it was happening.

Two days ago, Dominique had bound Sarah's powers in anticipation of a trial for crimes against the line. Alone and without her magic, Sarah had gone up against one of the infamous vampires of the modern age in an attempt to clear her name.

And then . . . Adia looked at the clock on the mantel. Just twenty-four hours ago, Adia had walked away and let that creature change her little sister into a monster. He had claimed that it was the only way to save her life, and in that moment, Adia had let herself believe the lie that her sister could still be saved.

But twelve hours ago, that monster had awoken and fed, and now--

Oh, god.

Adia had memorized pages and pages of Vida law, and now at last the one that mattered came to mind. The other lines weren't here to witness a trial.

"Adia, what have you learned?" Dominique asked.

Hasana looked over her shoulder at Adia and her eyes widened. She shot to her feet. "You're injured--"

Adia shook off the healer's concern and answered Dominique's question.

"According to numerous sources, Sarah has chosen to . . . live." She hesitated before the last word, knowing that it wasn't exactly what she meant. "She has fed, and is now staying with Nikolas and Kristopher, wherever they are."

Hasana sagged with relief. Evan closed his eyes with a wince, undoubtedly knowing what was coming. Zachary nodded, his expression remote, and Michael paled. Michael Arun had always been a mystery to Adia, but he and Sarah had been close. They had even dated for a while, before deciding they were good partners when hunting but weren't compatible romantically.

Dominique didn't even blink. Impeccably controlled as always, she simply said, "Well."

She stood, and her gaze swept the assembled witches.

"My daughter is dead," she announced. "I know her killers."

She placed on the table a pencil drawing of the twin vampires Nikolas and Kristopher, provided by the fiends themselves. The one called Kristopher had courted Sarah with drawings. He had befriended her, and Sarah had let him, despite Adia's begging her to be careful. She had always been headstrong.

"As a child of Macht, I am invoking the Rights of Kin," Dominique said. Adia had known that it was coming, but she still consciously had to keep her expression controlled so she wouldn't flinch. "Please witness."

Now Hasana paled visibly. Apparently, she had finally caught up to the rest of them. A Smoke witch's training was not as intensive as a Vida's. They were taught to heal and tended to be less aware of the laws that governed all their lines, but Hasana's reaction made it clear that she recognized the name.

"Dominique, don't do this," Hasana said. "Or at least give yourself some time to reconsider. Sarah isn't--"

"Sarah is dead," Dominique said flatly. "There is a vampire out there wearing her shape, her skin, but that creature is no witch, no Vida."

Zachary spoke first, as the eldest of the Vida line after Dominique. He said simply, "Witnessed."

"Is this truly necessary?" Evan asked.

"Yes," Zachary replied.

Evan Marinitch drew a breath and said, "Witnessed." He swallowed thickly. "We have only one hunter in our line this generation. My son. I will see that he joins you."

"Dominique, please," Hasana begged. All eyes turned toward her, the witches waiting. "Think about--"

"No," Dominique interrupted, her blue gaze cold as ice. "My line has been savaged this generation." She swept the room with her eyes, catching each gaze in turn. "Rose was bled dry as part of a sick game after she walked into a trap, after her husband was stabbed with his own knife by a bloodbond who claimed she was allied with SingleEarth, and their daughter Jacqueline was slaughtered despite having tried to give up our ways. Her son Richard, who was only a child, was taken--and god only knows what happened to him--and never seen again." Zachary was one of the few who held Dominique's gaze as she referred to the events that had brought him, an orphan, into their household when Adia had been a baby. "And then the father of my children was tortured to death and dropped on our front steps."

Hasana looked away. Caryn seemed about to argue, but her mother put a hand on her shoulder; the young witch shook off the touch and stormed out of the room.

Still, Dominique was not done.

"Through the generations we have played it safe, and not sought personal vengeance--and now we who stand in this room are the last of the Vida line. The least we can do for our fallen kin is destroy the creature inhabiting Sarah's skin before it can use her shell to commit crimes no Vida could ever condone. So I call on the ancient laws now to help me, so I can bury my daughter and let her rest in peace."

No one said another word; there was no point in arguing. This was a formality, not a choice to be debated.

At last, Hasana choked out the word: "Witnessed."

They turned to Michael next. Like the Vidas, the Arun line had faced hardships recently. They had never been prolific, and in the past century many had been born completely human, with no power to speak of. Michael was the last witch of his line. When he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper.

"Witnessed."

The Rights of Kin were one of the oldest of the Macht witches' laws, spoken by the very first Vida after her mother was brutally slain before her eyes, and passed down orally for centuries before written language was developed. They applied to every living line descended from that ancient tribe but had not been called upon in more than a thousand years.

When witch-kin is slain, there shall be no safe haven, no higher law to protect the guilty. Every hunter shall turn her blade to the task, and there shall be no rest until those responsible have been slain. These are the Rights of Kin.

"Adianna." She wasn't being asked to witness; Zachary had already spoken for their line. A tremor of nervousness passed through her as Dominique gave her orders. "I am putting you in charge of this hunt. Nikolas and Kristopher are necessary targets, but your highest goal is the creature wearing Sarah's form. I want you to find her, and put a knife in her heart. Is that clear?"

Adia glanced toward Zachary, but he had dropped his gaze back to the blades before him, accepting Dominique's delegation of power without question.

Zachary was older, twenty-six years to Adia's nineteen, but he had been a child when his mother and his two siblings had been lost. Dominique had become matriarch of their line, and Adia would inherit that title from her, so it was natural that she would want to put Adia in charge of this mission.

What Dominique could never know was that Adia had already failed once, when she had turned around and let one of them give Sarah his blood. Adia had been there. She could have ended this travesty before it began. But she hadn't been strong enough.

Continues...

Excerpted from All Just Glass by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes Copyright © 2011 by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. Excerpted by permission of Delacorte Books for Young Readers, a division of Random House, Inc.
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Meet the Author

AMELIA ATWATER-RHODES wrote her first novel, In the Forests of the Night, when she was 13 years old. Other books in the Den of Shadows series are Demon in My View, Shattered Mirror, and Midnight Predator, all ALA Quick Picks for Young Adults. She has also published the five-volume series The Kiesha'ra: Hawksong, a School Library Journal Best Book of the Year and VOYA Best Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror List Selection; Snakecharm; Falcondance; Wolfcry, an IRA-CBC Young Adults' Choice; and Wyvernhail. She is also the author of Persistence of Memory. Visit her online at AmeliaAtwaterRhodes.com.

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All Just Glass 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 61 reviews.
RebeccaNaomi More than 1 year ago
Years after I read Shattered Mirror I see it has a sequel. I liked that book. Look at the publication date and realise that it is coming out next month. How fortuitous for me. Yet the few reviews that I read for the book are not exactly the most positive. Some complain about the fact that it does not give you a refresher course and others how it happens in 24-hours. So what do I do? I go back and read the first book.That solved that problem for me. Now I just had the issue of waiting for the book to come out. So I waited. And waited. And noticed that my school starts up on January 18th. And waited some more. The day after it is released I walk the 1.96 (might as well call it 2) miles to Barnes and Noble to read the book. I finish it in a little over two hours later. How did I end up not being annoyed with the 24-hour time lapse? Simple, I never read the time stamp at the beginning of any of the chapters. That said I enjoyed the book much more than the people who came before me. The plot was about the reactions of Sarah Vida's family and how her new vampire family dealt with the problems.You have Dominique, who hates vampires, her sister Aida, who was taught to hate vampires, and Sarah, who only wants to live but doesn't want to kill anyone. Dominique wants Sarah dead and she has called everyone in to kill Sarah and it is just a bonus if they kill Kristopher or Nikolas. Okay I think that is pretty much it. I will admit that writing the plot down makes it seem a bit small but saying anything else will give away big surprises because this book was all bout surprises. Characters. My favorite characters were Sarah and Nikolas with Kristopher as a close third. They were the main characters. Sarah was pretty much the whole reason for the book. She defied the rules and did what no Vida had done before her. Sarcasm once again. I will go into more detail on that when I explain my least favorite characters. In the first book I was all about the Sarah and Kristopher love. They were cute together even if Kristopher was a bit naive. In this book Sarah and Nikolas have the little moments that make me hope for a cute couple. It really had me torn. At this point I think that I need another book just to break the tie for me. Least favorite characters. In the first book every witch is made out to be strict. They follow the rules and they don't interact with vampires. Sarah broke a huge rule when she not only befriended two vampires but gets a crush on one of them. And I am not talking Nissa. Although that would be interesting. But in this book you learn that Sarah did not break the rule of falling for a vampire so much as she was told on. I find myself much more annoyed now that I look back on this than when I actually read the book. Looking back it seems that every vampire hunter had/has some dirty secret involving vampires. And then they call a hunt on Sarah for it happening to her involuntarily. They knew what they were getting into, Sarah thought that she was just befriending two harmless Single Earth vampires. All of those witches were hypocrites, especially Dominique Vida.
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I have alway enjoyed amelia book' i am someone whom don't enjoy vampires stories but i love ameila vampires!
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It shows some crummy fake book cover instead of the photo shown with this book. It's annoying and feels like it's a fake. However, the book is great lol.
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I liked the on look of Sarahs life now as a vampire, but i felt none of it was what she would have. Living with Katherine, talking with the twins, and though i like the Nikolas and Sarah devolpement since i found Christ too plain for my taste of a vampire. Everyone was good and the plot was okay, story didnt seem to fit the "24 hours" thing which i ignored anyway, but i didnt think this was Sarahs out come and i liked the way the first ended with imagination to it. The Dominic thing was sad in my opinion but its not my book. It was good with a little mixed feeling for me, but still good
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