Dreamfever (Fever Series #4)by Karen Marie Moning
MacKayla Lane lies naked on the cold stone floor of a church, at the mercy of the Fae master she once swore to kill. Far from home, unable to control her sexual hungers, MacKayla is now fully under the Lord Master’s spell.…In New York Times bestselling author Karen Marie Moning’s stunning novel, the walls between human and Fae worlds have/i>
MacKayla Lane lies naked on the cold stone floor of a church, at the mercy of the Fae master she once swore to kill. Far from home, unable to control her sexual hungers, MacKayla is now fully under the Lord Master’s spell.…In New York Times bestselling author Karen Marie Moning’s stunning novel, the walls between human and Fae worlds have come crashing down. And as Mac fights for survival on Dublin’s battle-scarred streets, she will embark on the darkest adventure of her life.
He has stolen her past, but MacKayla will never allow her sister’s murderer to take her future. Yet even the uniquely gifted sidhe-seer is no match for the Lord Master, who has unleashed an insatiable sexual craving that consumes Mac’s every thought—and thrusts her into the seductive realm of two very dangerous men, both of whom she desires but dares not trust.
As the enigmatic Jericho Barrons and the sensual Fae prince V’lane vie for her body and soul, as cryptic entries from her sister’s diary mysteriously appear and the power of the Dark Book weaves its annihilating path through the city, Mac’s greatest enemy delivers a final challenge.…
It’s an invitation Mac cannot refuse, one that sends her racing home to Georgia, where an even darker threat awaits. With her parents missing and the lives of her loved ones under siege, Mac is about to come face-to-face with a soul-shattering truth—about herself and her sister, about Jericho Barrons…and about the world she thought she knew.
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Mac: 11:18 a.m., November 1
Death. Pestilence. Famine. They surround me, my lovers, the terrifying Unseelie Princes.
Who’d’ve thought destruction could be so beautiful? Seductive. Consuming.
My fourth lover—War? He ministers to me tenderly. Ironic for the bringer of Chaos, creator of Calamity, maker of Madness—if that is who he is. I cannot see his face, no matter how I try. Why does he hide?
He caresses my skin with hands of fire. I char, my skin blisters, bones fuse from sexual heat no human can endure. Lust consumes me. I arch my back and beg for more with parched tongue, cracked lips. As he fills my body, he quenches my thirst with drink. Liquid spills over my tongue, drips down my throat. I convulse. He moves inside me. I catch a glimpse of skin, muscle, a flash of tattoo. Still no face. He terrifies me, this one who keeps himself concealed.
In the distance, someone barks commands. I hear many things, understand none. I know that I have fallen into enemy hands. I know also, soon, I will no longer know even that. Pri-ya, a Fae sex addict, I will believe there is no place, nothing else I would rather be.
If my thoughts were coherent enough to form sentences, I would tell you that I used to think life unfolded in a linear fashion. That people were born and went to . . . what’s that human word? I dressed up for it every day. There were boys. Lots of cute boys. I thought the world revolved around them.
His tongue is in my mouth, and it’s tearing apart my soul.
School. That’s the word I’m looking for. After that, you get a job. Marry. Have...what are they? Fae can’t have them. Don’t understand them. Precious little lives. Babies! If you’re lucky, you live a good, full life and grow old with someone you love. Caskets then. Wood gleams. I weep. A sister? Bad! Memory hurts! Let it go!
They’re in my womb. They want my heart. Tear it open. Gorge on passion they can’t feel. Cold. How can fire be so cold?
Focus, Mac. Important. Find the words. Deep breath. Don’t think about what’s happening to you. See. Serve. Protect. Others at risk. So many died. Can’t be for nothing. Think of Dani. She’s you inside, beneath that adolescent thumbs-in-the-pockets, one hip cocked, thousand-yard stare.
I orgasm without ceasing. I become the orgasm. Pleasure-pain! Exquisite! Mind-melting, soul-shredding, the more they fill me the emptier I am. It’s slipping, all slipping, but before it goes, before it’s gone completely, I get a hateful moment of clarity and see that.
Most of what I believed about myself, and life, I derived from modern media, without questioning any of it. If I wasn’t sure how to behave in a certain situation, I’d search my mind for a movie or TV show I’d seen, with a similar setup, and do whatever the actors had done. A sponge, I absorbed my environment, became a by-product of it.
I don’t think I ever once looked up at the sky and wondered if there was sentient life in the universe besides the human race. I know I never looked down at the earth beneath my feet and contemplated my own mortality. I tunneled blithely through magnolia-drenched days, blind as a mole to everything but guys, fashion, power, sex, whatever would make me feel good right then.
But these are confessions I would make if I could speak, and I can’t. I’m ashamed. I’m so ashamed.
Who the fuck are you? Someone shouted that question at me recently—his name eludes me.
Someone who frightens me. Excites me.
Life’s not linear at all.
It happens in lightning flashes. So fast you don’t see those lay-you-out-cold moments coming at you until you’re Wile E. Coyote, steamrolled flat as a pancake by the Road Runner, victim of your own elaborate schemes. A sister dead. A legacy of lies. An unwanted inheritance of ancient blood. An impossible mission. A book that is a beast that is ultimate power, and whoever gets their hands on it first decides the fate of the world. Maybe all the worlds.
Stupid sidhe-seer. So sure you had things headed in the right direction.
Here and now—not on some cartoon highway from which I can peel myself, stand up, and magically reinflate, but on the cold stone floor of a church, naked, lost, surrounded by death-by-sex Fae—I feel my most powerful weapon, the one I swore never to give up again—hope—slipping away. My spear is long gone. My will is...
Will? What’s will? Do I know the word? Did I ever?
Him. He’s here. The one who killed Alina. Please, please, please don’t let him touch me.
Is he touching me? Is he the fourth? Why conceal himself?
When the walls come tumbling, tumbling down, that’s the question that matters. Who are you?
I reek of sex and the scent of them—dark, drugging spices. I have no sense of time or place. They’re inside me and I can’t get them out, and how could I have been such a fool to believe that at the critical moment, when my world fell apart, some knight in shining armor was going to come thundering in on a white stallion, or arrive sleek and dark on an eerily silent Harley, or appear in a flash of golden salvation, summoned by a name embedded in my tongue, and rescue me? What was I raised on—fairy tales?
Not this kind. These are the fairy tales we were supposed to be teaching our daughters. A few thousand years ago, we did. But we got sloppy and complacent, and when the Old Ones seemed to go quietly, we allowed ourselves to forget the Old Ways. Enjoyed the distractions of modern technology and forgot the most important question of all.
Who the fuck are you?
Here on the floor, in my final moments—MacKayla Lane’s last grand hurrah—I see that the answer is all I’ve ever been.
Dani: 2:58 p.m., November 1
Hey, it’s me—Dani. I’m gonna be taking over for a while. Fecking good thing, too, ’cause Mac’s in serious trouble. We all are. Last night everything changed. End-of-the-world stuff. Uh-huh, that bad. Fae and human worlds collided with the biggest bang since creation, and everything is a mess.
Fecking Shades loose in the fecking abbey. Ro through the roof with it, screaming that Mac betrayed us. Ordered us to hunt her. Bring her in dead or alive. Shut her up or shut her down, she said. Keep her away from the enemy, because she’s too powerful a weapon to be used against us. She’s the only one who can track the Sinsar Dubh. No way we can let her fall into the wrong hands, and Ro says any hands but hers are the wrong ones.
I know stuff about Mac that she’d kill me for, if she knew I knew. Good thing she doesn’t know. I never want to fight Mac.
But here I am, hunting her.
I don’t believe she spiked the Orb with Shades. Pretty much everyone else does, though. They don’t know Mac like I do. I know Mac like we’re sisters. No way she betrayed us.
Seven hundred thirteen of us alive at the abbey at five o’clock last night. Five hundred twenty-two sidhe-seers left at last count. Taking Dublin back. Hunting Mac. Kicking every bit of Fae ass we see along the way.
No sign of her yet. But we’re headed in the right direction. There’s an epicenter of power in the city, reeking stinking nasty Fae as toxic as the fallout plume from a nuclear explosion. We all feel it. Taste it. Practically see the mushroom cloud hanging in the air. We don’t even talk to one another. Don’t need to. If Mac’s still in Dublin, that’s where she is, straight ahead. No way any sidhe-seer could turn away from this kinda pull. I hope she’s nailing their butts with the spear. We’ll fight back to back like we did a couple nights ago.
But I’ve got this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach...
Bull-fecking-crikey! I don’t feel sick. I never feel sick. Sick is for wusses and wannabes.
Mac can take care of herself. She’s the strongest of us all.
“ ’Cept me,” I mutter, with a swagger and a grin.
“What?” Jo says behind me.
I don’t bother answering. They already think I’m cocky enough. I have reasons to be cocky. Uh-huh, I’m thatgood.
Five hundred twenty-two of us closing in. We fight like banshees and can do some serious damage, but we’ve got only one weapon—the Sword of Light—that can kill a Fae.
“And it’s mine.” I grin again. I can’t help it. Fecking A, it’s the supercoolest gig in the world to be a superhero. Superfast, superstrong, with a few extra “supers” in me that Batman would trade all his toys for. What everybody else wishes they could do, I can. Behind me, Jo says “What?” again, but I’m not grinning anymore. I’m back to feeling prowly, pissed. Being fourteen—well, I almost am—blows. One minute I’m on top of the world, next I’m mad at everybody. Jo says I’m hormonal. She says it gets better. If better means I’m gonna turn into a grownup, thanks but not. Gimme a blaze of glory any day. Who wants to get old and wrinkly?
If the Unseelie hadn’t taken the power grids down last night, turning the whole city into a Dark Zone, I’d’ve come after Mac sooner, but Kat made us hide like cowards ’til dawn. Not enough flashlights, she said.
Duh, I’m superfast, I said.
Great, she said, so you’d have us watch you whiz superfast right through a Shade and die? Smart, Dani. Real smart.
Pissed me off, but she had a point. When I’m moving like that, it is hard to see what’s coming at me. With the power grids down, ain’t nobody gonna dispute the Shades own the night once it falls.
Who put you in charge? I said, but it was rhetorical and we both knew it, and she walked away. Ro put her in charge. Ro always puts her in charge, even though I’m better, faster, smarter. Kat’s obedient, dutiful, cautious. Gag me with a spoon.
Crashed and burned cars everywhere we turn. I thought there’d be more bodies. Shades don’t eat dead flesh. S’pose other Unseelie do. The city is spooky quiet.
“Slow down, Dani!” Kat yells at me. “You’re speeding up again. You know we can’t keep up with you!”
“Sorry,” I mutter, and slow down. With what I feel up ahead and this stupid sick feeling in my stomach—
“Not sick.” My teeth clench on the lie. Who the feck am I kidding? I feel sick, sick, sick. My palms and pits are slick with dread. I wipe my sword hand against my jeans. My body knows things before my brain can. Always been that way, even when I was a kid. Used to freak Mom out. It’s what makes me fight so good. I know what I’m gonna find up ahead is gonna be one of those things I’ll wake up in the middle of the night wishing I could scrape out from behind my eyeballs.
Whatever we’re headed for, whatever’s throwing all that fallout into the sky, is more Fae power than I’ve ever felt before, all clumped together in one place. The way we work things, the other sidhe-seers close in and pound ass while I do what I’ve been doing best since Ro took me in when Mom was murdered.
We range out like a net. Five hundred strong. Drape ourselves, sidhe-seer by sidhe-seer, around the epicenter and close in tight. Nothing’s getting through us unless it flies. Or sifts.
Aw, crap! Or sifts. Some of the Fae can travel from place to place at the blink of a thought—just a hair faster than me, but I’m working on that. I have a theory I been testing. Haven’t worked out the kinks yet. The kinks are killer.
“Stop,” I hiss at Kat. “Tell ’em all to stop!”
She cuts a hard look my way but bites a sharp command that rips down the line. We’re well trained. We move together and I tell her my worry: that Mac’s in there, in serious trouble, and if the bigbads throwing off all that power are sifters—which most of the big-bads are—she’ll be gone the second we’re spotted.
Which means I’m going in alone. I’m the only one who can sneak-attack fast enough to pull it off.
“No way,” Kat says.
“No choice, and you know it.”
We look at each other. She gets that look grownups get a lot and touches my hair. I jerk. I don’t like to be touched. Grown-ups creep me out.
“Dani.” She pauses heavily.
I know that tone like I know the back of my hand, and I know where it’s going: Lectureville on a runaway train. I roll my eyes. “Save it for somebody who cares. Newsflash: It ain’t me. I’ll go up”—I jerk my head at a nearby building—“to get the lay of things. Then I’m going in. Only. When I. Come. Back. Out.” I spit each word. “Can you guys go in.”
We stare at each other. I know what she’s thinking. Nah, reading minds isn’t one of my specialties. Grown-ups telegraph everything. Somebody kill me before I get one of those Play-Doh faces. Kat’s thinking if she makes the call against me and loses Mac, Ro’ll have her head. But if she lets me make the call and things go bad, she can blame it on headstrong, uncontrollable Dani. I take the blame a lot. I don’t care. I do what needs to be done.
“I’ll go up,” she says.
“I need the visual snapshot myself, or I could end up grabbing the wrong thing. You want me coming out with some fe—er, effin’ fairy in my hands?” They rip me a new one when I cuss. Like I’m a kid. Like I haven’t spilled more blood than they’ve ever seen. Old enough to kill but too young to cuss. They make a pit bull poodle around. What kinda logic is that? Hypocrisy pisses me off worse than most anything.
Her face sets in stubborn lines.
I push. “I know Mac’s in there and for some reason she can’t get out. She’s in major trouble.” Was she surrounded? Wounded that badly? Had she lost her spear? I didn’t know. Only that she was in way deep shit.
“Rowena said alive or dead,” Kat says stiffly. She left “It sounds like she’ll be dead soon and our problems will be solved” hanging unspoken.
“We want the Book, remember?” I try reason. Times I think I’m the only one in the whole abbey that’s got any.
“We’ll find it without her. She betrayed us.”
Feck reason. Pisses me off when people jump to conclusions they have no proof for. “You don’t know that, so stop saying it,” I growl. Somebody’s fist is holding Kat’s coat collar, got her up on her toes. It’s mine. I don’t know who’s more surprised, her or me. I drop her back on the ground and look away. I’ve never done anything like that before. But it’s Mac in there and I have to get her out, and Kat’s wasting my time big-time with total BS.
Her mouth sets with tiny white lines around it, and her eyes take on a look I get a lot. It makes me feel mad and alone.
She’s afraid of me.
Mac isn’t. One more way we’re like sisters.
Without another word, I give my feet the wings they live for and vanish into the building.
From the rooftop, I stare.
My fists clench. I keep my nails real short; still, they gouge blood from my palms.
Two Fae are dragging Mac down the front steps of a church. She’s naked. They drop her like a piece of trash in the middle of the street. A third Fae exits the church and joins them, and they stand, imperial guards around her, heads swiveling, surveying the street.
The raw sex they’re throwing off blasts me, but it’s not like V’lane, who I’m gonna give my virginity to one day.
I’m as obsessed with sex as anybody, but those...things...down there...those incredibly—fecking A, they hurt to look at; something’s wet on my cheeks; are my eyes boiling in their sockets?—beautiful things scare even me, and I don’t scare easy. They don’t move right. Storms of color rush under their skin. Black torques slither at their necks. There’s nothing in their eyes. Nothing. Eyes of pure oblivion. Power. Sex. Death. They reek of it. They’re Unseelie. My blood knows. I want to fall on my knees at their feet and worship, and Dani Mega O’Malley don’t worship nothing but herself.
I wipe my face. My fingers come away red. My eyes are leaking blood. Freaky. Kinda cool. Vamps got nothing on Fae.
I close my eyes, and when I open them again I don’t look directly at the things guarding Mac. Instead, I take a wide-angle image of the scene. Every Fae, fire hydrant, car, pothole, streetlamp, piece of trash. I map objects and empty spaces on my mental grid, lock it down tight, calculate margin of error based on likely movement, slap it over my snapshot.
I squint. A shadow moves in the street, almost too fast to see. The Fae don’t seem to know it’s there. I watch. They don’t respond to it. No heads swivel to follow it. I can’t focus on it. Can’t make out its shape. It moves like I move . . . mostly. What the feck? Not a Shade. Not a Fae. A blur of shadow. Now it’s hanging over Mac. Now it’s gone. Bright side—if the Unseelie aren’t noticing it, they shouldn’t notice me when I whiz in to snatch her. Dimmer side—what if whatever it is can see me? What if we collide? What is it? I don’t like unknowns. Unknowns can kill.
I catch the glint of Mac’s spear in a red-robed man’s hand. He’s carrying it at arm’s length from his body. Only Seelie or humans can touch the Seelie Hallows. He’s one or the other. The Lord Master?
They have Mac. They have the spear. Don’t know if I can grab both so won’t try. Would chance it if it wasn’t Mac. They hurt her bad. She’s bloody everywhere. She’s my hero. I hate them! Fae took my mother and now they’ve taken Mac. I refresh my snapshot of the scene right before I let myself go nuts inside, let that ancient sidhe-seer place in my head swallow me whole.
Instantly, I’m cool and perfect and detached from everything. I’m the Shit. It’s the most massive high in the world!
I zip from one freeze-frame to the next. No inbetweens.
I’m on the roof of the building.
I’m in the street.
I’m between the guards. Lust—wantneedsexdie—incinerates me, but I’m moving too fast and they can’t touch what they can’t see and they can’t see me and all I have to do is not cave; hate, hate, hate, make armor from it. Got enough hate to Kevlar all Ireland’s Garda.
I grab Mac.
Heart in my throat! Shadow-thing blocks my path! What is it?
I’m past it.
Hear Fae shouting behind me.
Then I’m screaming at Kat and the crew to get their asses in there, grab that spear, and kill those bastards.
Mac in my arms, I freeze frames as fast as I can, heading for the abbey.
Meet the Author
Karen Marie Moning is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Fever series, featuring MacKayla Lane, and the award-winning Highlander series. She has a bachelor’s degree in society and law from Purdue University.
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I've been a fan of K.M.M. since Beyond the Highland Mist. But the Fever series has left me more and more disappointed with each installment. In DREAMFEVER, Ms. Moning doesn't seem to do much to advance the plot of the series. We don't find really find out anything new on what Darroc wants and what the Fae Queen is doing to stop all this. There just seems to be a lot of running around for the sake of running around. Barrons' refusal to open up has gone beyond frustrating and his character doesn't experience any growth. After Mac emerges from Pri-ya she says that she is now hardened and won't be pushed around anymore. When in reality it's just talk and she still simply reacts to people and events. And a seasoned author like Ms. Moning should know that readers hate to be stuck with cliff hangers! We are going to read the next installment! It is grossly unfair to force readers to wait a year on something like this. It doesn't make me hungry for more - it makes me mad! While I admire Ms. Moning's considerable talents and her ability to write, I think I'll be using the library for any future books until she's proven herself again.
Would anyone like to go with me to Karen Marie Moning's house, tie her to the chair, & not let her go (not even to use the bathroom, LOL) until she FINISHES Shadowfever? Okay, let me start by saying that I am livid hot pissed! What a cliff hanger. I thought that Faefever was a cliff hanger but nothing compared to this one. I think what makes it worse is that I had already bought Dreamfever when I finished Faefever. Now I have to wait for Shadowfever to come out! How long is it going to be? It's one thing to keep a reader interested but to leave one completely hanging like that for such a long time is just wrong! On another note, I absolutely LOVED this book & think it's the best in the series by a mile. I love Barrons even more. He is definitely my favorite character. I can't stand Rowena, what a nasty hag! Such a well written series. It has kept me riveted....Karen, please HURRY with Shadowfever! If she starts writing another series, I probably won't even start it until she has finished writing the entire series. I can't stand to be kept in that much suspense. This is my favorite series by a mile. Barrons ROCKS!
I am a loyal Karen Marie Moning fan. I have own all of her books. After reading the books I listen to them on audio. In all honesty though, this one was somewhat of a disappointment. I have read the book twice in hopes I had missed something the first time around. Nope got it all the first time. Normally I finish her books in one sitting. This one took me a few days to complete, both times. The story line felt scattered. In all of her other books she portrayed the emotions of the characters so well. This one is lacking that. Dreamfever just adds more to the confusion with very few answers. Ms. Moning notes that things will all become clear in the 5th and final book. I own all of her other books and I am sure I will finish out my collection with the last one, but I probably won't be there the day it comes out on the market.
I would like to start off by making it clear that the book is worth your time if you like softer fiction. The story is intriguing, though the writing a bit shoddy. Even four books in I'm not sure why the series needed to be five books. Ive also wondered why each book has ended in a blatant cliffhanger, which also happens to be the middle of a scene, when its obvious the main plot arc of the series has yet to be resolved. That should be enough to bring your readers back for the next installment. An Editor Ms. Moning is not, but as I said the story is intriguing. My main frustration with modern fiction is the commercialism involved in its release. In the authors own words she conceptualized the story as a whole and, for that reason, writing it was done much more quickly than anything she had done previously. If that is the case, why are we waiting a year between books? And, again, why chop the story as a whole into five mini-arcs stuffed with an abundance of inner monologue and unnecessary scenes with unimportant characters. I have to assume the driving force behind this is money. I await the final chapter, but I can say with certainty that this is the last time I will begin a suggested episodic tale prior to the release of its conclusion.
I read some of the less flattering reviews and I have got to say I loved this book. I totally disagree that Barrons and Mac didn't progress in their keep you guessing relationship. Not only did she get into his head, but he allowed it. You may still not know exactly what Barrons is but you get some insight to the V'Lane versus Barrons history. Plus Mac had no choice but to lower her guards with Barrons in the beginning and it shows what he would go throw to keep her with him, and not just for the book. I loved the character development, I love the growing relationship between Mac and Dani, and I really loved that the old witch GM got a mouthful of Mac's inner angst. I for one cannot wait till the next book.
I have everyone of Moning's books and have loved each one, but this one is just a "throw together" and the ending sucks. What ending, hang on there's another book yet to come. HATE CLIFFHANGERS! Especially when you have to wait another year before the next comes out. By then, I'll have forgotten to event think about what the final outcome is.
I rarely buy books - I get them from my library. But this is a series that once I read the first one from the library, had to buy it and the next, and so forth. Please read them in order - it makes a huge difference and you'll be lost if you read Dreamfever without it. This is also the fourth of a five book series. I assume the last will be published next August. If you can't wait, and don't like cliffhangers, wait til next year. But DO read them. It is also not a romance, and it deals with adult subjects. I have re-read them all at least 5+ times, looking for nuances, appreciating a turn of phrase, questioning characters and situations, wondering what will happen next. Having the storyline arc over 5 books allows for character development that goes beyond the standard surface treatment a single-book storyline can ever give. That's what made the infamous cake scene earlier in the series so great - not only was it brilliant writing, it shed light on who the characters were. As for Dreamfever, the plot is fast paced, with action, introspection, emotional highs and lows, and persistence in the face of life's difficulties. It is not light or trite, and there is entertainment to balance the difficult scenes. Serious topics are dealt with, and an informed reader understands their role. It is a dark urban fantasy, and it is what it is - great! For sure, read the books in order, if you don't you will be confused and not understand or appreciate the way the storyline must unfold. There are legions of fans who purposely took the day of work to buy and read this book. That says something about the quality of the writing and the joy a good book (any good book) can bring to its readers. This is one of those books.
I love this series!!!! Ive been waiting for this book, always checking the website to see when it would be out! Ms. Moning takes me into a world that I want to be in yet I don't. I have all the books and i am hoping to continue my collection. Faefever left me shocked and hanging and that was the perfect way to leave off. Is Mac really on the Unsealie side? Or will she come back to her senses? Will Barron or the Death By Sex Fae save her? So many questions!!!! I need answers!....Now its time to find out whats going to happen to Mac next. :D
i don't like the seires. i'm not a fan of the author's writing style and i just plainly don't like the storyline and characters. Mac is wacky, Barron is a creep(in the chapters when he "cured" Mac wasz just odd)
Dreamfever! Where do i start, um, amzaing,to say the least.In this one not only do we get to see from Daani's point of view in this book, but we get to hear from Barrons' as well. Barrons ! Dani and the other Sidhe-seers are hunting Mac (not that Dani would ever want to fight Mac.)Dani gets away from the others with her superhuman speed and finds Mac on the stone cold hard floor of the church,3 unseelie death-by-sex fae, having sex with Mac's unconcious body, Dani has to help. Ro wants Mac dead or alive, but Dani wont let them Kill Mac.She knows that Mac did not put shades into the orb to be released into Dublin...
I thoroughly enjoyed this series so far. I found the first one at the library when it was highlighted in their "Beginning of a Series" section. I was totally hooked right off the bat. Mac, the protagonist, is charming but flippant, sexy but not slutty and very likable. Even in her grief and disbelief of losing a beloved sister and finding a whole world that had been hidden to her before, she maintains the core of her character. Barrons is truly a unique find in that he is not the standard "Everyone's Hero" sort of male lead and that the author has quite cleverly kept most of his background a secret, only dribbling it out in bits and pieces. What I don't understand is why this series is placed in with Moning's other series. I believe the other is some sort of romantic Highlander theme. There has been very little sex, let alone "romance" in the Fever series. It truly belongs in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section along with Patricia Briggs, Laurel K. Hamilton and Charlaine Harris. To be honest, it is rather embarrassing to be caught looking in the Romance section as I find most romance novels to be trite and formulaic and not worth the time and effort, however, this series has been anything but. I can't wait for the final installment to be released! If you are looking for a new and imaginative Fantasy series this is it!
This is the best "fever" yet. Must be H1N1 Mac style. The book starts off after Mac has been raped by the Unseelie Princes and turned "priya" Barron's cure for "pri-ya" is just as outrageous and desperate as is most of he and Mac's relationship. Mac's cure hardens her character and sharpens her ass-kicking abilities. Mac and the other sidthe seers begin confronting their pasts and finding answers and of course, more questions. More searching and seeking leads to the Lord Master kidnapping her adoptive family in the US. You will love and hate this book. Love it for Mac's resurgence and hate it for the way the story continues to find one answer, then creates 20 more questions. The beast in the basement garage for example??? I read this book twice looking for hidden clues. I still am hanging on the cliff as the author desires. Take pity on us, your readers please Ms. Moning. How can you not love Mac in all her glory? Who is the dreamy-eyed boy? Also, two months of anti-priya therapy, question-mark on the birth control. It boggles the mind. In a good way!
*SPOILER ALERT*: What a strange ending for a book. In this installment, we are no closer in finding out who Barrons is, but we do get more clues in the form of Ryodan, and the band of warriors. I was dismayed that the book ended in such an abrupt way, Ryodan falling into a gorge is a soap opera ending. Did he or didn't he die? Who was the beast protecting Mac as she was stuck in a wilderness dimension? Although it's a cliffhanger ending (pun intended), I felt the book went out with a fizzle instead of the climax intended. It was great to see Christian, if only briefly in this installment. I was hoping to see more substance in this storyline. His presence is almost like a 5-second sound byte- just enough to tell you what the song is but not enough to really enjoy. (sigh) I hope he finds his way back home. It was exciting in small doses, with that sexual tension between Barrons and Mac. But outside of Barrons saving her from priy-a state, there's really no development in their relationship one way or the other. Sure she's cured, stronger, able to resist the fae sexual charms, and eventually learns how to use the VOICE in this installment, I see very little difference between 'pink' Mac and 'black' Mac. A lot of ton and cheek, Barrons words and actions seem cheesy at times (overdone-trying too hard to make him dark/mysterious/sarcastic), but at least Dani gives comic relief. All in all, even though I'm enjoying the series, I should've waited for the paperback as this story's volume pretty much keeps things status quo in development (outside of Mac being cured from priy-a state.) One could easily skip this volume and catch up with the next. Take my advice and wait for the paperback.
Love all books in this series
Quite an interesting turn of events for Mac in this one. In fact, we don't pick up from her point of view. Instead be get to see through the eyes of another sidhe-seer as Mac descends into madness. A good chunk of this book is Barrons trying to snap her out of it - but his methods are far from traditional. And while I applaud his originality and ability to stick with it for sooooo long, it was really soooooo long and I got a little sick of it. But that is just the first section of the book. The walls are gone - no more - zip - nadda - gone, and both Seelie and Unseelie are roaming the world freely. This leads to some very big what the hell moments because things are seriously messed up. I really enjoyed seeing Mac explore this new world and adapt to it as things kept getting thrown her way. This wasn't my favorite of the series - mostly because I want more fighting Mac and less, well, the Mac at the beginning of the book.
After the events that occurred in Faefever, Dublin is no longer the same city that it once was. Scratch that, it's not just Dublin that has been exposed, it is the whole human world. Things are happening that are out of Mac's control, and she still has way more questions than answers. She does have a new ally though, a spunky 13 year old girl that loves kicking some Unseelie butt! Not only does this book give us more of Dani, but it also gives us more of Barrons, maybe even a little more than you bargained for. It just took me a little off guard, I mean I read this part and was just like "Oh my!!" You'll know what I'm talking about when you get to that part. There was just so much action in Dreamfever. There was that whole part I mentioned earlier plus a ton of Unseelie butt kicking Mac! Once again though, Ms. Moning left us with another cliffhanger. Unfortunately I don't have the next installment at my disposal....yet. Don't worry I'll get my hands on it in a day or two (hopefully). On a side note, if you don't read the "Glossary from Mac's Journal" that's included at the end of the book, you are missing out. Some of the descriptions are pretty funny!!
The Good After the end of Faefever, Mac is permanently altered. She's not herself at all in the beginning of the book and slowly comes back to herself. Only instead of Rainbow Mac, and Gray and Pink Mac, she is now Red and Black leather Mac. I appreciate that her transition in clothing catalogs the inner transitions that she's made as well. She is no longer naive. She's not the trusting, soft girl that anyone can knock over. She doesn't trust anyone anymore. She is on the scene now with guns blazing and everyone else better get out of the way. I relish the different settings that I got to see in Dreamfever. I got to read about this new Dublin with the walls all the way down between the fae, as well as a trip into the Silvers into the Fae world. The environment was so different that it infused some umph into the storyline and kept the action well-paced. The characters are simply amazing. Barrons is a hard tough shell, and seeing the funny side of him briefly in this one was brilliant. Christian pops up again with his lovely Scottish excellence. Dani saves Mac and is a hero. She's adorable when she's preening knowing she's done a job well done. V'lane is as mystifying as ever though Mac is no longer in thrall when he's around. Thank you, Moning! I love her strength etched up to this notch. Rowena sickens me. I love that this old, frail woman is actually one of the meanest and revolting characters that surrounds her. The Bad I lacked interest in the beginning chapters that were told from Dani's POV. They were hard for me to get into. Her voice is so different from Mac's and quite honestly hard for me to appreciate. She tends to repeat the same words over and over again. Dani is a character in this series that I adore, but I think I must love her more through Mac's POV because I skipped over the little sections that were her's in this one. The Romance Finally some action in the romance front! Steamy, hot, unrefined romance. Is she falling for the right person? Conclusion An absolutely thrilling way for this story to unfold. Mac is being honed into a steel edge through her trials and growing into a character that I can definitely stand behind. Barrons is as cantankerous as ever and I relish every saracastic exchange he and Mac share. The action is here in spades along with strange new landscapes. Recommended.
PEERLESS IMAGINATION BRILLIANTLY RENDERED. I'll put it simply. This is a brilliant book, brilliantly written, brilliantly crafted, brilliantly imagined, brilliantly engaging, brilliantly entertaining and many more superlatives too numerous to mention. This is the best series currently being written in American words and is a must read for everyone, everywhere. In short this series is brilliant.
Wow - this book is amazing! 5 Stars! I originally gave this book 4 stars for some strange reason. What on earth was I thinking?!?! This is a 5 star book without question. I have read it 3 times and plan to read many more time during my life. It really is that good. This book gives up the moment that we have all been waiting for - you know what I am talking about. Let me just say Chapters 4 and 5 - most fans know exactly what happens in those 2 chapters. I know I will always think of this book whenever I hear Chumbawamba's "Tubthumping" because that is simply put the best scene in a book EVER. Once again, there is a lot going on in this book. Mac has been through a kind of hell that most people don't come back from. Mac comes back even stronger than she was before. The world is more of mess than it was in previous books and Mac is determined to work to change things. As I was reading the book this time, I did think that maybe Mac doesn't appreciate everything Barrons has done for her. Of course that might be due to the fact that I LOVE Barrons but seriously he keeps saving her and she seems to get mad because of it. Strength wasn't about being able to do everything alone. Strength was know when to ask for help and not being to proud to do it. In this book, we get to spend more time with characters we have spent time with in previous books: Dani, V'lane, Rowena, and really just about everyone else. The reasons why I hate Rowena are quite obvious during this book. She really is worse than many of the monsters in my opinion. This book brings us to a couple of new locations as well. We get to go into Ryodan's club which is quite the experience to say the least. Mac even spends some time in fairy. Once again, I believe that everybody should read these books and they should probably be read more than once but what do I know I am a bit obsessive about it myself. This book does end in a cliffhanger so I do recommend having the whole series lined up once you start the first book. I waited to read this book and I had to wait a whole year to find out what happens with this cliffhanger. This book ended up being worth the wait and I can't wait to see where else Karen Marie Moning takes us.
As I said in my last review book three ended on a horrible cliffhanger. Even though I finish that book about 1am in the morning I had to start Dreamfever to at least get me past those horrible ending events. I just couldn’t understand why her and Barron’s couldn’t hurry the F up and get it together all ready. I just wanted them together! It was killing me in my little reader heart. I wanted to see more of Barrons’ sweet side. I need the high of the romance. The early scenes in this book just made me feel for Barrons, they were so sad. It made me love and feel for him so much. I just want to cuddle him… don’t tell Matt. The things he does for Mac are always actions rather than wordy, but when you look at those actions it’s so obvious to see how he feels about her. I couldn’t put this book down. It was impossible. I used an entire work day to sit around and read it. The story is so good and I don’t even know why, it just is. There were even more questions asked in this book and waiting on all the answers was killing me. Mac is finally the girl I’ve wanted her to be. She’s kick butt and there is so much action in this story, I loved every minute of it. As much as I dissed her in earlier reviews now she just makes me want to go out and buy pink nail polish or something. I just wish she’d get over her tough exterior and let Barrons in. He’s become so sweet in this story and all his actions are showing her what he feels. She just needed to open her eyes and see it! Wow, this whole review has just been me being all emotional, can you tell that means I was really into this story? Dreamfever ends on another flippin’ cliffhanger! I don’t know how the people who read this series originally made waiting for the next book to come out. I would have gone crazy.