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She's no angel . . .
Poor Dru Anderson. Her parents are long gone, her best friend is a werewolf, and she's just learned that the blood flowing through her veins isn't entirely human. (So what else is new?)
Now Dru is stuck at a secret New England Schola for other teens like her, and there's a big problem? she's the only girl in the place. A school full of cute boys wouldn't be so bad, but Dru's killer instinct says that one of them wants her ...
She's no angel . . .
Poor Dru Anderson. Her parents are long gone, her best friend is a werewolf, and she's just learned that the blood flowing through her veins isn't entirely human. (So what else is new?)
Now Dru is stuck at a secret New England Schola for other teens like her, and there's a big problem? she's the only girl in the place. A school full of cute boys wouldn't be so bad, but Dru's killer instinct says that one of them wants her dead. And with all eyes on her, discovering a traitor within the Order could mean a lot more than social suicide. . .
Can Dru survive long enough to find out who has betrayed her trust-and maybe even her heart?
Windshield wipers struggled back and forth, clumped with snow. The mingled breath of three teenagers fought with the defroster. Thank God the truck was still running, even after they’d driven it through a wall.
“So you’re sending us somewhere you know there’s a traitor.” Graves’s chin dipped even further, resting harder on the top of my head.
I thought about all this, felt nothing but a faint, weary surprise.
Christophe sighed, “I’ve got friends at the Schola—they’ll watch over her just as I would. She’ll be perfectly safe. And while she’s there, she can help me find whoever’s feeding information to Sergej. She’s been drafted.”
Graves tensed. “What if she doesn’t want to?”
“Then you won’t last a week out there on your own. If Ash doesn’t find you, someone else will. The secret’s out. If Sergej knows, other suckers know there’s another svetocha. They’ll hunt her down and rip her heart out.” The windshield wipers flicked on. “Dru? Do you hear me? I’m sending you somewhere safe, and I’ll be in touch.”
"I think she hears you.” Graves sighed. “What about her truck? And all her stuff?”
“I’ll make sure they get to the Schola too. The important thing is to get her out of here before the sun goes down and Sergej can rise renewed. He’s not dead, just driven into a dark hole and very angry.”
“How are we going to—”
“Shut up.” He didn’t say it harshly or unkindly, but Graves did shut up. “Dru? You’re listening.”
Oh God, leave me alone. But I raised my head, looked at the dash. There really was no option. Hair fell in my face, the curls slicked down with damp, behaving for once.
“Yeah.” It sounded like I had something caught in my throat. The word was just a husk of itself. “I heard.”
“You were lucky. You ever put yourself in danger like that again and I’ll make you regret it. Clear?”
He sounded just like Dad. The familiarity was like a spike in my chest. “Clear,” I anaged around it. My entire body ached, even my hair.
I was wet and cold, and the memory of the sucker’s dead eyes and oddly wrong, melodious voice burrowed into my brain. It wouldn’t let go.
That thing killed my father. Turned him into a zombie. And Mom . . . “My mother.” The same husky, flat tone. Shock. Maybe I was in shock. I heard a lot about shock from Dad.
Silence crackled, but then Christophe took pity on me. Maybe. Or maybe he figured I had a right to know, and that I’d listen to him now.
When he spoke, his voice was harsh, whether with pain or with the cold I couldn’t guess. “She was svetocha. Decided to give it all up, stop hunting, married a nice jarhead from the sticks and had a kid. But the nosferatu don’t forget, and they don’t stop playing the game because we pick up our marbles and go home. She got rusty and she got caught away from sanctuary, drawing a nosferat away from her home and her baby.” Christophe put the truck in gear. The windshield was clearing rapidly. “I’m . . . sorry.”
“What else do you know?” I pulled away from Graves, his arm falling back down to his side. He slumped, looking acutely uncomfortable, a raccoon mask of bruising beginning to puff up around his eyes.
His nose was definitely broken.
“Go to the Schola and find out. They’ll train you, show you how to do things you’ve only dreamed of. God knows you’re so close to blooming. . .” Christophe stared out the windshield, his profile as clean and severe as ever. His eyes were bright enough to glow even through the gray daylight. Drying blood coated his face, a trickle of fresh red sliding from a cut along his hairline. He was absolutely soaked in the stuff, but it didn’t seem to matter to him. “And when you hear from me, I’ll set you a challenge worthy of your talents. Like finding out who almost got you killed here.”
The truck was still running like a dream. Good old American steel. Dad’s billfold sat in my jacket pocket, a heavy, accusing lump. Christophe measured off a space on the wheel between two fingertips, looked intently at it. “So what about it, Dru? Be a good girl and go back to school?”
Why was he even asking? Like I had anywhere else to go. But there was another question. “What about Graves?”
The kid in question glanced at me. I couldn’t tell if he was grateful or not. But I meant it. I wasn’t going anywhere without him. He really was all I had. That and a locket, and Dad’s billfold, and a truck full of stuff.
A shadow crossed Christophe’s face. The pause was just long enough for me to figure out what he thought of me even asking that question, and that he was weighing my likelihood to be difficult. Or just letting me know I didn’t have anywhere else to go. “He can go with you. There are wulfen there, one or two other loup-garou. He’ll be an aristocrat. They’ll teach him too.”
That’s all right then. I nodded. My neck ached with the movement. “Then I’ll go.”
“Good.” Christophe took his foot off the brake. “And for the record, next time I ask for the keys, hand them over.”
I didn’t think that merited a response. Graves scooched a little closer to me, and I didn’t even think about it. I put my arms around him and hugged. I didn’t care if it hurt my arm and my ribs and my neck and pretty much every other part of me, my heart most of all. When you’re wrecked, that’s the only thing to do, right? Hold on to whatever you can. Hold on hard.
Ten hours later the black van pulled around in a neat half-circle. “End of the line,” the dark-haired boy said. “Let’s go.”
Darkness crouched around the huge building. I had a confused impression of cold, high-piled gray stone. Towers and two wings going off to the sides, the whole thing raked back like a Gothic spaceship.
Two big smooth concrete lions on pedestals faced out from the long circular driveway, glaring down the thin ribbon of blacktop that had peeled off the county highway and brought us here. Weird ropy ivy crawled over the walls, like long bony fingers. Morning fog was a thick gray blanket, and the trees dripped silently on all sides, pushing against the building’s frigid personal space.
Graves held my hand, still, so hard my fingers had long ago gone numb. The driver and the dark-haired boy in the passenger seat hopped out neat as you please, taking the shotgun and the AK-47 with them.
“You okay?” Graves asked for the hundredth time. I coughed a little, cleared my throat. The motion of the van had almost lulled me to sleep, especially since it was warm and I was exhausted.
My back ran with pain and I’d stiffened up, moving like a creaky old lady when I moved at all. Plus I had to pee something fierce.
Horror movies never tell you that—about how most of the time when you’re faced with the unspeakable, the biggest thing you take away from the experience is the need to find some indoor plumbing.
My hair was greasy, frizzing out because it had air-dried after being drenched with snow. The wild mass of curls unraveled on my shoulders and I really, really wanted to wash it. Not to mention the rest of me. If I scrubbed hard enough, maybe I could rinse all the fear off. The thick, cloying fear that coated me like chocolate—only not so sweet or warm.
I clutched my bag with my free hand—everything I had in the world, since Christophe had the truck keys and my truck to go with it. I was now completely at their mercy, and I wouldn’t have minded so much if they would just give me a bed and let me sleep for a little while. Then they could do whatever they wanted. Up to and including killing me.
Not really, Dru. Don’t even joke about that.
“One of them’s going up to the door,” Graves muttered. He’d done that all along, giving me a play-by-play as if I didn’t have eyes. It was academic—I kept said eyes shut most of the time. I just didn’t care. “The guy with the big gun is near the front of the van.”
Of course. “Standing guard.” My throat was scraped raw. I wanted a drink of water almost as much as I wanted to pee. It was ironic. “Just in case.”
“How you doing?” Graves turned away from the tinted window to peer anxiously at me, green eyes firing in the gloom, just like the silver skull and crossbones dangling from his left ear. His hair was a tangled mass of dyed black. It was predawn, gray and hushed, and now that the van had stopped you could tell it was cold outside.
A warm car never stays warm for long. Heat is like love. It drains away.
I searched for something witty to say, settled for bare honesty. “I want to pee.”
Amazingly, he laughed. It was his usual bitter little bark, but heavier and deeper now. He sounded tired, and his proud, beaklike nose lifted a little. Under his half-Asian coloring, he looked so exhausted he was almost gray. There was very little left of the babyfaced Goth Boy he’d been.
Getting your life yanked out from under you will do that, I suppose.
Graves’s laughter petered away. He sobered. “Yeah, me too. We haven’t been left alone since they picked us up in that chopper, either. Do you think—”
Whatever he was going to ask me was lost as the kid with the AK-47 opened the van door. “It’s clear.” He gave me a smile that looked like it was trying to be reassuring. He was even sharply handsome, with a button nose and dark flyaway hair, an engaging smile, and light brown, almost yellowish eyes. But the gun and the way he glanced back over his shoulder, checking the space between the van and the front door of the big pile of stone, was something I’d seen a few times following Dad around while he hunted the things from the Real Word, the world of stuff that goes bump and crunch and yowl in the night.
Professionalism. It sat uncomfortably on his young face.
Every single person from the Order looked like a teenager—except my dad’s friend August, who looked about twenty-five. I wasn’t sure what to think of that, and just sat there staring at the rapidly strengthening foggy daylight outside the van for a moment.
“Miss Anderson?” He leaned forward a little, the mouth of the gun pointed carefully down and away. “It’s okay. We’re at a Schola; it’s safe.”
Nowhere’s safe. Not anymore. But I moved a little, and Graves took that as a signal to slide across the seat, letting go of my hand, and hop down. He turned, awkwardly, as if he wanted to help me.
But the dark-haired kid shouldered Graves aside and offered his free hand. “Here. Really, everything’s all right.” Another one of those smiles, and his eyes glittered at me.
I made it down out of the van, ignoring his hand. As soon as my feet touched down, he slammed the door behind me. “Let’s get you inside.” He made little waving movements with his hands, like he was trying to herd chickens or something.
It was the crowning absurdity. Cold air pressed against my cheeks; I smelled ice and damp leaves and the particular rot of a forest in a cold winter. The fog pressed close, deadened every sound. I scrubbed at my face, surprised to find my cheeks were still wet. Had I been crying?
The steps were huge and granite, and the massive iron-bound oak door atop them opened slowly. Mr. AK-47 herded us up toward it, and my fingers fished around blindly until they hooked on Graves’s and squeezed. Both of Goth Boy’s eyes were puffed up with bruising, and the bridge of his nose was a little flattened, but the swelling had gone down remarkably quickly. He made the stairs easily. I had to stop on each one because my back felt like it was going to shred itself. My knees creaked. I glanced up at the sky—featureless iron. It didn’t look like snow, and I was happy about that. I’ve had enough snow to last me a long time.
But it was cold, and it smelled like early morning. Like metal against the tongue, and like sodden, frozen plants. And the flat white heaviness of fog. My chin dropped toward my chest. The soft muffled wingbeats of an owl echoed inside my head.
Gran’s owl, the warning of danger. I should have told Dad I’d seen it that week and a half ago. Maybe he would have stayed home, and he’d still be alive. Jeez. Just over a week was all it took for my life to implode. It was some kind of record.
“Jesus,” a boy said softly, up ahead of us. “It’s really true.”
I didn’t even look up. We reached the top of the stairs, and Graves squeezed my hand before we were separated and I was whisked off by three boys who didn’t seem as young as their unlined faces would have me believe. They were murmuring over my head, various cryptic things, and I paid no attention. They took me through halls, and I heard whispers as kids clustered in doorways. It was like running a gauntlet or something, and I pulled into myself, concentrating on one foot in front of the other.
There was a long flight of stairs at last, and then a room with blue carpet. “You look pretty tired,” someone said. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? Anything we can—”
I saw an empty bed-shaped object and let out a sigh. “No thanks. No. I just want to sleep.” I just want to lay down and die.
“All right.” He was a faceless blur, I was so tired. I couldn’t even ask where Graves was. “You just try to rest, then. The bathroom’s through there, and—”
I didn’t hear whatever he said after that. I made it to the bed and sank down in a cloud of softness. The coverlet was blue too, I figured out that much. I didn’t even think about warding the walls. Gran and Dad would have been on me about that.
The thought was a pinch in a numb place. Gran and Dad. Both gone.
I should get up and pee, I thought, and then darkness swallowed me. I dreamed of Gran’s owl, moonlight edging its feathers as it winged through blackness. A fuzzy sense of danger enfolded me, but I was too tired to care.
And that was how I arrived at the Schola.
Usually sequels are equal to the depth of the original story and others are worse, but this sequel was better than the first adn I couldn't put it down! I had to force myself to to get things done, but I could have read all of it in one sitting! It's more intense, exciting, edgy, and draws you! I would definitely recommend this book! It was awesome and you need to read it too!
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Posted September 15, 2011
The quick paced danger doesn't stop in this sequel to Strange Angels. Dru is still a kick-ass chick and fighting for her life.
We start off right where we left off in Strange Angels. Dru has been taking to a Schola in hopes of being kept safe, but she has a new mission which is to help Christophe figure out who is Betraying the Order. The school is refusing to teach or train her, and she feels as if everyone, but Graves, could be lying to her. In a school filled with Wulfen and Djamphir, the danger has only just begun for Dru.
In this second installment, Dru is in constant shuggle with a few things. She's unsure who to trust, she hates seeing the Wulfen treated like low-class, she's starting to feel the effects of being svetocha, and she's starting to feel her heart being pulled in two directions. Dru is constantly faced with danger and it never let's up in Betrayals.
The boys are back in full as well. With new additions :)! Christophe is still the blue-eyed savior and protector, while Graves is still Dru's safe spot and her best friend. Also she's gets a gang of Wulfen, whom I love! I really liked shanks and dibs. I thought their characters were fabulous additions to the series! I also really like Ash, can't wait to read more about him.
I'm so happy the romance is finally starting to pick up. Not that the book needs it, believe me the action will keep your eyes glued to the page. But, I'm a girl that likes some smut and finally in Betrayals, Dru is starting to struggle with her heart and her two boys.
Overall good book, and now I'll be moving onto Jealously!
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I LOVED Betrayals! I thought Strange Angels was pretty good/descent...but Betrayals was incredible. I did not want to put this book down. My heart was racing right along with Dru's. St Crow does an absolute fabulous job of allowing the reader to relate to and empathize with Dru. She mixes the right amount of toughness and vulnerability to make these characters seem real, instead of the typical fearless, superhero type. It makes them seem so real. St Crox's ingenius writing is a perfect combination of keeping mysteries and unknowns with perfectly timed revelations and insights. With one answered question comes several unanswered ones and even though at times it was maddening it made this book irrestible.If you liked Strange Angels then you will love Betrayals. If you're someone like me who wasn't absolutely blown away by Strange Angels give Betrayals a try...I can't imagine anyone being disappointed!!!
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Posted February 11, 2013
In the sequel of Strange Angels, Dru and Graves arrive at the place Cristophe lead them to: the Schola. You'd think that, since it's a place to study and learn and Dru apparently it's crucial and extremely rare and the only girl at the school, she'd get to study and train, right? Wrong. However, Graves gets all the school treatment there is.
Now, I have to say I struggled a bit in the beginning, since not much was happening.. You'll see Dru change a lot throughout this book. From the first one, we know her as a very resourceful girl, not depending on anyone because that would mean weakness. Here, however, she keeps thinking someone will come to her rescue and I didn't really like her becoming like that. Graves goes through some changes as well - thanks to his new self - he gets to be a lot more confident and strong, more like an alpha male - go Graves! -. Cristophe is charming as usual, no change there and again, very helpful to Dru and Graves, despite all the 'is he bad is he good' situation that's starting to rise.
The love triangle between them starts to take shape in this book, Dru struggling between the fiery, mystery choice or safe, reliable one. Eventually though, she does make a choice, but since it's a YA book, I'm pretty sure she'll make up her mind plenty of times.
One thing I absolutely love in this series is the description when someone's badly wounded, the atmosphere and the tension Lili St. Crow builds. I swear to God, whenever Dru gets hurt, I feel all the pain that she feels. So please, Dru, stay safe for my sake.
Even though the book only started to get interesting in the end, I'm really looking forward to reading the third book in the series and see how the story grows.
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You will not regret buying this book or reading it. I guarentee it! More action and a whole lot of drama. Thingss will get complicated.
Drew girl will need all the luck she can get.
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Posted June 28, 2011
Every book that she writes for this series just geys better and better!! The first one caught my eye and i just fell in love with it!! If you like mystical creatures and lots of action and roance then this series was MADE for you and yes i do mean it when i said MADE!!!! Your always wanting to read faster so that you can know whay happens next your always on the egde of your seat!!! This series is so interesting that i feel like whats happening in the book is really happening to me!!! Like if she gets hurt i always inhale deeply not meaning to but because im so into it!!!! I would recomend this series to ANYONE and EVERYONE!!!! even random people walking by me!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 27, 2011
Same complaints as the first one: Dru's 'voice' is kind of annoying and it bothers me that she thinks a lot of witty comebacks but then never says any of them. I feel like when it comes down to it, she doesn't say much of anything out loud, and I wonder how anyone can think she has any personalty at all. Speaking of which, I'm not sure I get her. Is she a tomboy? Is she starting to like boys? Based on some of her comments I'd say yes, but than sometimes she seems so immature and clueless. And all she does is continually describe every detail of Grave's and Christoph's face completely objectively. How about a little emotion in there? We know what the hell they look like at this point. And I feel like I'm supposed to like Christoph, like he's supposed to be the kind of cool aloof older guy. But he's just not pulling it off, he's still just kind of a jerk. Overall I felt like there were a lot of missed opportunities for emotional development between characters that Ms. Saintcrow let slide. For example, Dru constantly whines about how lonely she is and that Graves has all these new friends. Granted she was being mature about it, but I kind of wanted her to flip on him at least so he would know how she felt. She just hold everything in (which I get is her personality), but it's hard to develop character relationships that way. And again, she thinks all this stuff but than NEVER tells ANYbody. A little annoying. But as I am interested in what will happen next and am going to continue the story, I felt like I had to bump the rating up from the last one I gave.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 20, 2011
Ok so the first book was strange angels. This one is awesome. It was so much fun to read. I just can't wait to read the next one. The whole story goes faster then the first one. New characters are in this one. They are all awesome. If you get bored with this one don't stop reading. For some people it might get boring but I doubt it. Anyway
Posted January 5, 2011
I really like Strange Angels but Betrayals kicked it's ass! It was so much faster and you can see a real story forming. Dru is one awsome lead female and the guys around her have something special. I can't wait to read the next one i can only imgaine how it's going to go. BTW I'm on wolf boys team he's totally better then whats his name and in this book you'll see why. Very very good series you should tots read!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 5, 2010
This book pick up right where it left off, throwing you quickly into more action-packed drama. Dru arrives at the school feeling uneasy. She is at a school where she is suppose to be safe. Instead someone is trying to take her life. Things aren't always what they seem.
This book devoured me once again. I read it so fast and love it. All the action, drama and plot was just so juicy! Everything at the school was just the right setting. I love how Dru was just ready to explode. Everything just kept on building and building and finally BAM! So good!
The mysterious Christophe and his secrets were a surprise as well. I enjoyed learning everything I can about him along with Dru. But I also wanted to know more. Like, how old he was? And what were his motives anyway? All these questions and more just were eating me up.
I like the romance vibe that was going on between Graves and Dru. I hope that they can establish a relationship. I was glad to see everything blossom between them. There was a lot of cursing in this book as well. I also wonder what Dru is short for???
Posted August 9, 2010
Posted July 2, 2010
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This was an excellent sequel to Strange Angels. Betrayals is a YA novel about a teenager, (Dru) who has recently lost her father (he was made into a zombie and attacked her in Strange Angels). Throughout her childhood, she spent time learning some unorthodox lessons from her mother, grandmother and father. The majority of her later childhood and teen life was spent with her father traveling the country fighting vampires, wulfen, and other supernatural entities. Dru and Graves continue their journey (growing up and trying to stay "safe"). Dru and Graves are taken to a school for wayward wulfen and dhampirs. They are supposed to get some training and be protected. Things aren't what they expected. They're not sure who to trust. Dru isn't even sure if she can trust Christophe, the dhampir who helps her and Graves at during the last part of Strange Angels. In fact, throughout Betrayals (and Strange Angels) there is the impression that Christophe could indeed go either way. I'm left with the impression that Dru still isn't sure about Christophe by the end of Betrayals.
There is some creepy/spooky stuff going on in this book. Dru is experiencing her own changes, as well as having to deal with the grief of losing her father, and all her other relatives. Graves is also going through changes, learning what being a loup-garou means. They are growing, maturing, learning about themselves - all while having to stay alert and fight the vampires and creepy-crawlies that are sent after Dru. Not only, that, but they have to deal with the hierarchy of highschool life and acceptance vs. being outcasts. Graves makes his way, while Dru at first is caught up in her head feeling sad, scared, hopeless and frustrated and in fact is so caught up in this that she almost puts her self in more danger than necessary.
Lili St. Crow's writing is excellent, gritty and at the same time lyrical. I always enjoy her books. Her characters are full of proper teen angst (but too much) just as teen agers often are, and they are also being forced to grow up fast. What I like about Dru and Graves is they aren't perfect. They are two awkward, social misfit teens forced into extraordinary situations. They act up, feel rage, feel awkwardness - everything we would probably feel as awkward teens. Lili St. Crow has done a great job of capturing the spirit, rage, angst and awkwardness of strong willed teenagers. Brings back memories of my teenhood.
While I think that Strange Angels was way more intense than Betrayals (how can you top killing your own zombie dad?) there was still some pretty intense scenes going on. The book was a little slower paced at the beginning than Strange Angels, but there was quite a build up going on, deliciously creepy build up with a very satisfying ending - except that you get the feeling they aren't being sent into even more danger....Even though the Romance angle keeps being played up, there is just the barest beginnings.
So in this book, it doesn't talk much about the weather as the first, thank God! But she does go on about how painful her body is. I do like this book a whole lot better then the first book, many reasons, there's actually over 15 characters involved in this book... She is sent to a reform small school called schola. and a lot of weird stuff starts happening there and a lot of questions arises... but what aggravated me the most is, most of those questions weren't answered. So it leaves me with a "Wha The F" thought in mind.
Barely any romance involved.. I do like Chris a lot, since he seems a little charming with his russian speech.. I hope the girl and him gets together! Can't wait for the third book!
I really, really wanted some answers in the second installment of Strange Angels, did I get them, disappointingly NO!
There is a lot of repetition throughout this book, it rehashes the events of the first book quite a bit, making it really unnecessary to read the first book, (in my opinion) it is quite easy to pick up the threads of the plot and storyline with the constant references back to previous occurrences.
The only character that seemed to develop within this book was that of Graves, I felt he really matured as a character without losing his depth. I found Chris to have had a complete personality change, which was disconcerting, confusing and sometimes creepy (or am I missing the point and that is how he is supposed to be portrayed) and I really did not understand the need for the Russian quotes. Nothing is referred to within the book as to why Chris has started to speak in Russian.
Again there is a lot of action scenes, but I did feel this was just dragging the story out rather than building the tension in the plot.
I do think that the basic storyline is excellent I just wish more of the plot was revealed rather than the repetition. On the whole I was left irritated that the second installment of Strange Angels has left me with more questions and not answered any from the previous book. I know I am going to have to keep reading the series just to get my answers but I cant honestly say that I am excited about it.
Sorry and it is only my opinion, like I said I think the basic storyline is terrific.
Posted March 1, 2010
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After being left on a cliffhanger at the end of Strange Angels, I couldn't wait to read more of Dru's adventures and near-death escapes. Betrayals picks up with Dru and Graves just arriving at the secret school with others like them. The school was suppose to be a safe place where Dru could learn more about her background, but as it turns out its far from safe. With a traitor on the loose, Dru and her friends escape the school.
Lili St. Crow has written another action packed novel with twists and turns around every corner. Just like the end of Strange Angels, I'm left wondering what will happen next. Can't wait for the 3rd installment, Jealousy, which is set to release June 24, 2010.