From the Publisher
“Night Star jumps right into high action and never slows down, not even after the last page. Noel's writing is intense and vivid, pulling readers into the depths of her imagination.” Teen Reads
“The true magic of the story is not so much in the plot and the amazing characters within it. These novels leave the reader feeling refreshed and like they learned something. Without being preachy, without sounding like a self-help book, Noël touches on the acceptance of death, the dangers of anger, and, once again, the power of positive thinking and . . . the message comes through loud and clear--it's all about acceptance and facing life in a positive way. If you haven't bought this yet, go get it right away!” Examiner.com
“Noel's novel is absolutely amazing! Fans of her Immortals series will not be disappointed--Ever and Damen's love is challenged like never before, and the story ends with a big, satisfying twist that will have readers begging for more. This long awaited installment is incredible.” Romantic Times (Top Pick)
“It is the mark of a daring writer to defy expectations and Alyson Noel does that to the power of ten in Blue Moon. I guarantee you will have no idea what's coming in the second book of the series while Alyson Noel surprises you with a big, fat twist and leaves you wanting more, more, more.” The Book Chick
“A mesmerizing tale of teenage angst, love and sacrifice with plenty of crossover appeal…The startling but satisfying ending shows that Noël knows how to keep her audience hooked. Ever's supernatural struggles are a captivating metaphor for teenage fears about love, relationships and growing up.” Publishers Weekly (Starred Review)
“Blue Moon was incredible. If you thought Evermore was full of suspense and unknowns, just wait until you read Blue Moon . . . The plot was insane, and I mean that in a good way. Noel took this novel in a direction I was never expecting, resulting in an emotional roller coaster ride that I never wanted to end. Fabulous.” The Story Siren
“The YA paranormal genre has a flawless diamond among the gems with Blue Moon. I was moved to tears by a couple of scenes, especially near the end. Ms. Noel doesn't back away from emotion, instead she has the ability to reach into your chest and twist your heart.” Night Owl Romance
“One of the best books I've read this year . . . With immortal lovers, trustworthy friends, betraying fortune tellers, and freaky identical twins, what more could you ask for? Blue Moon has me begging for Shadowland! I can't wait for the next in the series.” The YA Book Blogger
“Mystery + romance + supernatural + drama = definite appeal to teens.” Orange Coast Magazine
“The Immortals Series is so unique; it's like a breath of fresh air…Noel knows how to pull you into her world with beautiful imagery and mesmerizing words. Blue Moon is a page turner that will keep you reading until the last page. Just when you think you have the plot figured out, Alyson throws in another twist making it impossible to put this book down.” 5 stars! Fantastic Book Reviews
“Evermore will thrill many teen fantasy-suspense readers, especially fans of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series … Noël creates a cast of recognizably diverse teens in a realistic high-school setting, along with just the right tension to make Ever's discovery of her own immortality--should she choose it--exciting and credible.” Booklist
“Beautiful main characters, tense budding romance, a dark secret, mysterious immortalswhat more could you ask from this modern gothic romance?” Justine Magazine
“When I got a copy of Evermore, I sat down to read it, intending to only read a chapter or two. Instead, I blazed through the first hundred pages before I knew it…and then I didn't want to put the book down. Except I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. So I picked it up the next morning and finished it. Now I can't wait till July for the second book to see what happens next.” Blog Critics Magazine
“Get ready for a wild ride that is filled with twisting paths and mystery, love and fantasy. . . The writing style, story, and characters are a bit like Meyer and Marr's popular books, but written with a new twist and voice. And after reading the book, you too will probably want your own Damen, even if it means making the ultimate sacrifice.” 5/5 stars! The Book Queen
“Readers who enjoy the works of PC Cast and Stephenie Meyer will love this outstanding paranormal teen-lit thriller.” Midwest Book Review
“I found myself unwilling to put the book down, even though I had to at some points, because I wanted to know what was going to happen…Ever was so real and her emotions were so believable that it was a little creepy. It's like Alyson Noël is actually a grieving, lovestruck teenager. She got Ever completely perfect. And by perfect, I mean delightfully flawed and deep.” The Frenetic Reader
“Evermore is a wonderful book that I believe would be a lovely addition to any library . . .Definitely a book that fans of Stephenie Meyer and Melissa Marr should add to their collections. Definitely engaging and will catch your attention the minute you open to the first page!” Mind of a Bibliophile
“Alyson Noël creates a great picture of each and every character in the book. I am a fan of the Twlight series and I recommend this book to those who like the series as well. It is a very quick read, with all the interesting twist and turns.” Flamingnet Book Reviews
“I loved this book. It really keeps your attention though out the story, because the puzzle gets pieced together bit by bit, but you don't know exactly what happened until the end. The only thing that disappoints me is that the second book won't be published for a while. I would definitely recommend this to my friends.” Portsmouth Teen Book Review
“This is the first installment of The Immortals series. Ms. Noël pens a well-detailed story that makes it easy for the reader to visualize both the characters and the world around them. Evermore has a familiar theme that attracts readers, but inside this book you'll find that the author has added some unique details that sets it apart.” Darque Reviews
“Evermore's suspense, eerie mystery, and strange magic were interestingly entertaining…I found Ever to be a character I could really respect…Recommended.” The Bookworm
“Evermore was a great way to lighten my reading load this winter and provided me with a creative, magical story that I really enjoyed. This is the first in a series for Noël and I think she may have a hit on her hands . . . Evermore has good and evil, likable characters, vivid descriptions and a good story.” Planet Books
“I fell into it easily, and loved the world Noël created . . . The fact that Ever had psychic powers was truly interesting. They flowed neatly through the book and I felt Ever's pain. .trust me, this book was really good. I couldn't put it down. Alyson Noël created an amazing new world, and after this book I am so curious to see where it heads because honestly, I have no idea.” Reading Keeps You Sane
“Ever is an easy character to like. I really felt for her because of all she lost and what she struggled with daily…Evermore was a really fast, engaging read with some great characters. It is the first in a series, so I'm eager to see if we will learn more about Ever, Damen and friends in the next one…it's sure to be a great read.” Ninja Reviews
“The writing here is clear, the story well-defined and narrator Ever has an engaging voice that teens should enjoy.” January Magazine
“Alyson Noël created a well-detailed story that makes it easy for the reader to visualize both the characters and the world around them. Evermore has a familiar theme that attracts readers, but inside this book you'll find that the author has added some unique details that sets it apart and will surprise you.” The Ravenous Reader
“Evermore is a fresh and original work that…branches out and explores new ground. Definitely recommended.” Cool Moms Rule!
“I totally LOVE Alyson Noël's Evermore…Noël has delivered a deliciously fresh new series that will be the next new thing that has every teen and even adults everywhere hooked and waiting for more…This is a keeper and a book that you have to go out and buy right now because if you don't you will be missing out. People will be asking if you have been living under a rock if you don't give Evermore a try, and that is just not acceptable.” Talk About My Favorite Authors
Read an Excerpt
Damen reaches toward me, grasping my shoulder, hoping to slow me, to bring me back to him, but I keep moving forward, can't afford the delay. Not when we're so close, almost there.
The worry streaming off him like rain from a windshield, not dimming in the least when he picks up the pace, matches my stride, and laces his fingers with mine.
"We should head back. This can't be the place. Nothing about it looks remotely the same." His gaze travels the distance from the disturbing landscape to my face.
"You're right. Nothing about it is remotely the same." I hover at the perimeter, my breath coming too quick, my heart beginning to race. Taking a moment to survey my surroundings before I hazard a step forward again. One small stride followed by another, until my feet sink so deep into the mud-laden earth, the tops of them vanish completely. "I knew it," I whisper, the words barely audible, though I don't need to speak for Damen to hear me, it's just as easy to communicate telepathically. "It's exactly like the dream. It's..."
He looks at me. Waiting.
"Well, it's just as I expected." I glance to the side, my blue eyes meeting his dark ones, holding the look, wanting him to see what I see. "All of this, everything you see here, it's like... it's like it's all changed because of me."
He kneels beside me, fingers splayed on my back, running his palm in slow circles up and down the path of my spine. Wanting to soothe, to refute everything I just said, but choosing to swallow the words instead. No matter what he says–no matter how good and solid an argument he may wage–he knows better. Knows all too well that I will not be swayed.
I heard the old woman. He heard her too. Saw the way her finger pointed, the way her eyes stared accusingly–listened to the haunting tune of her creepy song with its cryptic lyrics and lingering melody.
The warning intended solely for me.
And now this.
I sigh as I gaze upon it–Haven's grave–so to speak. The spot where just a few weeks before I dug deep into the earth to bury her belongings–all that was left of her–the clothes she wore when I sent her soul into the Shadowland. A spot I held sacred, hallowed–now transmuted, transformed. The once rich earth turned to a wet, soggy mush with no sign of the flowers I'd manifested, no life of any kind. The air no longer shimmering, no longer glistening, virtually indistinguishable from the dark part of Summerland I'd stumbled upon earlier. So bleak, so foreboding in both its feel and appearance, Damen and I are the only creatures willing to venture anywhere near it.
The birds keeping to the perimeter–the carpet of nearby grass shrinking back on itself–providing all the evidence I need to know it's changed because of me.
Like fertilizer sprinkled onto a small patch of weeds–each immortal soul I've sent to the Shadowland has tainted and infected the Summerland. Creating its opposite, its shadow-self–an unwelcome yin to Summerland's yang. A place so dark, so dreary, and so contrary, magick and manifesting cannot exist.
"I don't like this." Damen's voice is edgy, as his eyes dart, eager to leave.
And while I don't like it either, while I'm just as ready to turn around and never look back, it's not quite as simple as that.
It's only been a few days since my last visit, and despite knowing that I did what I had to, that I was left with no choice but to kill Haven, my former best friend, I can't seem to keep myself from returning, from asking forgiveness–forgiveness for my actions as well as hers. And that short amount of time is all it took to go from light to dark–to grow murky, muddy, and barren–which means it's up to me to do something to stop it from spreading even further.
From getting any worse.
"What exactly did you see in the dream?" Damen's voice softens as his eyes pore over me.
I take a deep breath and sink my heels deeper, the pockets of my old worn jeans dipping into the mud, but not really caring. I can manifest a clean, new pair just as soon as we're out of here. My clothes are the least of my concerns in the face of all this.
"It's not a new dream." I turn and meet his gaze, seeing the flash of surprise that crosses his face. "I've had it before. A long time ago. Just before you decided to leave me on my own, so I could decide between you and Jude." He swallows hard, flinches ever so slightly at the unpleasant memory, which makes me feel bad, it wasn't the point I was trying to make. "Back then, I was sure Riley had sent it. I mean, she appeared in it, and she seemed so vibrant and... alive." I shake my head. "And, well, maybe it was her, maybe it was just wishful thinking, a result of my missing her. But, just after she'd gotten my attention, I realized it was you she wanted me to see. You were the point of the dream."
His eyes widen. "And..." he prompts, jaw tightening, poised for the worst.
"And... it's like you were trapped in this tall, glass, rectangular prison, and you were fighting like hell to escape. But no mater how hard you fought, you couldn't break free. Even though I tried to help, tried to get your attention so we could work together, it's like... like you couldn't see me. I was right there on the other side, with only the glass between us, and yet, I may as well have been invisible to you–you had no sense of my presence. Couldn't see what was right there in front of you..."
He nods. Nods in a way that tells me his logical side, the side that likes tidy explanations and easy solutions, is raring to take over. "Classic dreamscape scenario," he says, brow slanted with relief. "Seriously. Sounds to me like you think I'm not paying you enough attention–that I don't really listen–or maybe even–"
But before he can go any further, I cut it right there. "Trust me, it wasn't the kind of dream that can be found in some Dream Interpretation One-oh-one book. In tonight's dream, just like the dream I had before, when you realized you couldn't fight it, when you realized you were trapped forever, well, you gave up. You just dropped your fists, closed your eyes, and slipped away. Slipped into the Shadowland."
He swallows hard, tries to take it in stride, but it's no use. He's clearly as shaken as I was when I dreamed it.
"And then, just after that, everything disappeared. And by everything I mean you, the glass prison, the stage–all of it. The only thing left was this gloomy, damp patch of earth, a lot like the one we're in now." I rub my lips together, seeing the scene so clearly in my head it's as though I'm immersed in it. "But that last part was new. I mean, it wasn't in the original dream. Still, the second I woke I knew that not only were the two dreams connected, but that they were connected to this place as well. I knew I had to come here. Had to see for myself. See if I was right. I'm just sorry I dragged you along for the ride."
My eyes graze over him, taking in his bed-ruffled hair, the soft, wrinkled T-shirt, the worn-in jeans–clothes gathered in a hurry, in haste, just seconds before I manifested the golden veil of light that led us both here. Feeling his strong, capable arms sliding around me, the warmth of them reminding me of just a few hours earlier when we slid between the sheets, tucked our bodies tightly together, and settled in for the night.
Back when our only immediate concern was that of Sabine and how she would handle the second week in a row that I'd failed to go home.
How she'd handle the fact that I took her at her word when she warned me not to come back until I sought the kind of help she's convinced that I need.
And while I've no doubt I need help, especially in light of all that's before me, unfortunately it's not the kind of help Sabine meant. It's not the kind of help that can be found in a prescription, a psychiatrist's couch, or even the latest self-help book.
It requires something much greater than that.
We linger, the two of us gazing upon Haven's grave. Damen's thoughts carefully melding with mine, reminding me that no matter the consequences, no matter what lies ahead, he's there for me. I had no choice but to do what I did.
By killing Haven, I saved Miles. Saved myself. She couldn't handle the power, pushed every last limit. My making her immortal brought out a whole new side of her–one that we didn't expect.
But that's where Damen and I differ. I'm more inclined to believe what Miles said just shortly after I'd spared him from her. That there was nothing new or surprising about Haven's dark side, it'd always been there, she exhibited signs all along. But, as her friends, we fought to ignore it–chose to look past it, to see only the light. And when I looked into her eyes that night, saw the way they gleamed with victory when she tossed Roman's shirt–my last remaining hope of getting the antidote that will allow Damen and me to be together–into the flames, well, there was no doubt in my mind that her dark side had completely extinguished the better part of her.
And as far as Drina's death is concerned, well, it was either kill or be killed. It's as simple as that. Roman's the unfortunate one–but still an accident pure and simple. A misunderstanding of the most tragic kind, I'm sure of that now. I know in my heart that Jude's disastrous interference was an act he committed solely in my best interest. His intentions were good.
I saw it unfold in his head.
We rise to our feet, slowly, solemnly, all too aware that the answers we seek won't be found here, that our best bet is to start at the Great Halls of Learning and see where that leads. And we're just about to go there, when we hear it. The tune that causes us to freeze:
From the mud it shall rise
Lifting upward toward vast dreamy skies
Just as you–you–you shall rise too...
Damen grasps my hand tighter, pulls me closer, as we turn to face her together. Taking in the long wisps of hair that, having escaped the confines of the braid that trails down her back, float freely around her crumpled, ancient face, making for an eerie silvery halo effect, while her rheumy, cataract-clumped eyes settle on mine.
From the deep and dark depths
It struggles toward the light
Desiring only one thing
The truth of its being
But will you let it?
Will you let it rise and blossom and grow?
Or will you damn it to the depths?
Will you banish its worn and weary soul?
She repeats the tune, emphasizing the end of each verse. Her voice rising as she sings, "Rise–skies–too–depths–light–thing–truth–being–it–grow–depth–soul–soul–soul–" repeating the last part again and again, her eyes moving over me, analyzing, observing, even though they appear to be sightless, as her gnarled, bumpy old hands lift before her–cupping, rising–her fingers slowly unfolding as a spray of ash spews forth from her palms.
Damen's grip tightens, flashing her a harsh meaningful glare as he warns, "Stay back." Maneuvering in front of me, when he adds, "Stop right there. Don't come any closer." His voice level, sure, containing an underlying threat that's impossible to miss.
But if she heard, she pays him no notice. Her feet keep moving, shuffling forward, while her eyes keep staring and her lips continue to utter the tune. Stopping just shy of us, poised right at the very edge of the perimeter–the place where the grass ends and the mud begins–her voice suddenly changing, lowering, when she says, "We've been waiting for you." She bows low before me, bending with a surprising amount of agility and grace for someone so aged, so... antiquated.
"So you've said," I reply, much to Damen's dismay.
Don't engage her! he mentally warns. Just follow my lead. I'll get us out of here.
Words I'm sure she overheard when her gaze switches to him. The sun-bleached blue of her clumpy old irises practically rolling in their sockets when she says, "Damen."
The sound of it causing him to stiffen, as he mentally and physically prepares for just about anything–anything except what comes next.
"Damen. Augustus. Notte. Esposito. You're the reason." Her wispy hair lifts and twirls in a manifested breeze that swirls all around. "And Adelina, the cure." She presses her palms together as her gaze pleads with mine.
I glance between them, unable to decide which is more disturbing: the fact that she knows his name–his full name, including one I've never heard before, along with one pronounced in a way I've never heard before, or the way Damen's face blanched and his body stilled the moment she blamed him.
Not to mention, who the heck is Adelina?
But the replies that swirl through his mind die long before they can reach his lips, halted by the lilt of her voice, saying, "Eight. Eight. Thirteen. Oh. Eight. It's the key. The key that you need."
I glance between the two of them, noting the way his eyes narrow, his jaw grinds, muttering a string of undecipherable words under his breath as he grips my hand tighter and attempts to heave us both out of the mud, away from her.
But despite his warning me not to look back, I do anyway. Glancing over my shoulder and staring right into those rheumy old eyes, her skin so fragile, so translucent, it appears to be lit from within, her lips softly yielding as she sings, "Eight–eight–thirteen–oh–eight. That's the beginning. The beginning of the end. Only you can unlock it. Only you–you–you–Adelina..."
The words lingering, haunting, taunting–chasing us all the way out of Summerland.
All the way back to the earth plane.