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Fury's Fire

Fury's Fire

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by Lisa Papademetriou

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At the end of Siren's Storm, the Sirens were defeated, and now the town of Walfang is once again a peaceful beach community.

Or is it? Gretchen and Will are still haunted by the memories of the night the Sirens were destroyed—Gretchen because she can't remember what happened and Will because he doesn't know how to tell Gretchen what he saw. He


At the end of Siren's Storm, the Sirens were defeated, and now the town of Walfang is once again a peaceful beach community.

Or is it? Gretchen and Will are still haunted by the memories of the night the Sirens were destroyed—Gretchen because she can't remember what happened and Will because he doesn't know how to tell Gretchen what he saw. He doesn't even understand what he saw, but he does know now that Gretchen is more than what she seems, more than a human girl. And at the same time, he is more in love with her than ever.

Gretchen knows there's something wrong, too. She feels like an alien in her own body, but she doesn't know why. And she feels a presence stalking her at every turn. Have the Sirens returned to Walfang? Or has some other force come to claim her?

Editorial Reviews

VOYA - Taryn Bush
In Siren's Storm (Random House, 2011/Voya August 2011) readers were introduced to Will and Gretchen, best friends and neighbors living in the seaside community of Wolfang, New York. Over the course of that novel, Will and Gretchen slowly discover the town's secrets and the connection between sirens and the strange events in Wolfang. They defeat the sirens in a battle. Fury's Fire picks up the story as Will and Gretchen begin their senior year of high school. Will is haunted by memories of the night they battled the sirens, but Gretchen cannot remember what happened. Will knows that Gretchen is more than human based on what he saw that night, but he does not know how to tell her. Gretchen fears the truth of why she feels like an alien in her own body. Strange things keep happening to her, and she does not know who to trust. Mixing mystery, romance, Greek mythology, and the supernatural, Fury's Fire is an intriguing read. A creepy atmosphere adds to the dark and suspenseful mood of the story. Fans of Greek mythology will enjoy this tale featuring mythological creatures in a believable contemporary setting. Reviewer: Taryn Bush
Kirkus Reviews
Will and Gretchen may have narrowly avoided being killed by Sirens, but they're not in safe waters yet in this lyrical, eerie fantasy. Gretchen doesn't remember the events of Siren's Storm (2011), but her best friend, Will, does. He remembers that Gretchen saved their lives by killing the murderous seekriegers--Sirens--with fire, a fire she created with the power of her mind. Since he's decided the best way to protect his childhood sweetheart is not to tell her of her deadly superpower, Gretchen can't understand what's going on. She's trying to focus on making a place for herself in a new school; meanwhile, she's having dreams of death by fire while fending off attacks from mad dogs and crazed muggers. The only people who can help Gretchen make sense of the world are two classmates: a boy who's had a nervous breakdown and a girl who's probably a witch. In this surreal, well-drawn Long Island town, the inexplicable fires and strange behaviors seem oddly fitting, and the dangerous trust games played by the protagonists meld right in with the dreamlike setting. Less grounded than the previous volume, which is perhaps fitting for a heroine who loses and must regain her sense of self. (Fantasy. 12-16)
Children's Literature - Elisabeth Greenberg
In book two of this series, Gretchen suffers from glimmerings of memory and obtrusive, possibly evil, spirit presences in her life. Her stalwart childhood friend Will tries to protect Gretchen from elusive memories of flashing fire that killed the unearthly seekriegers that sought them in a previous book as he carefully crafts a love relationship with her; meanwhile both Gretchen and Will grieve for the death of Will's brother Tim, nominally killed in a boating accident but actually dragged to the bottom of the sea by the seekriegers. Gretchen, newly arrived in her former summer town for the school year, makes friends with Mafer, a so-called "witch girl," who sometimes sees beyond reality and just "knows" things. Accident after accident happens to Gretchen: a fire explosion from a Bunsen burner in the school lab; an attack by a dog with yellow eyes, but his eyes aren't really yellow and his personality isn't aggressive; a mist that seems to envelop her and suck her in; a friend who has a fit and almost kills her and then Mafer who is possessed by the evil Circe. Mysteriously, whatever accidents happen to Gretchen, whether burns, knife slashes, or trauma are healed by the time she sees a doctor or nurse. As the evil seeking Gretchen escalates, she grows into her mythic powers and a new reality, being a deathless Fury in a human body. By book's end she is almost at peace, having banished her spirit enemy with the help of Tim and the other dead, but still wondering if she would be called to fight again in the remaining years of her five-hundred year life span. Life could almost be normal, but she has learned to mistrust the surface of any reality. This book will grip readers who enjoy the paranormal and mythic fantasy. Reviewer: Elisabeth Greenberg

Product Details

Random House Children's Books
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5.70(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range:
12 Years

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Chapter One

Ice begets ice and flame begets flame; Those that go down never rise up again. —Sailors’ proverb

An uneasy weight hung on Gretchen’s chest as she looked around the dim room. I was dreaming something—what was it? Gretchen’s mind cast about for a train of thought but clutched at emptiness. She couldn’t remember. She knew only that she was glad to be awake.

It was that moment before sunrise when the sky has begun to turn gray and the world is filled with shadows. The room was still, but the yellow curtains near her bureau fluttered slightly, and fear skittered down her spine with quick spider steps. “Who’s there?” Gretchen asked.

There was a sound like a sigh, and Gretchen’s chest tightened in fear. Something was there. By the window. A dark presence. She could almost make out the shape of a man behind the yellow cloth.

Her voice tightened in her throat; she couldn’t scream. Someone was in her room. Gretchen’s mind reeled, searching for an answer. It was Kirk. Crazy Kirk Worstler—the sophomore who babbled incoherently about seekriegers and angels—had come to kill her. He had stolen into her room once before, to give her a painting. It was a picture of mermaids, a coded message that only he could decipher. . . .

“Kirk?” she whispered. Her voice sounded loud in the still and silent room.

Gretchen sat up. “Kirk?” she said again. She blinked, and the light shifted. The dimness of the gray lifted, like fog burning away in the sun. Suddenly, everything looked different, and she could see clearly.

There was nothing there.

The curtains sagged, and Gretchen understood her mistake. The folds fell at odd angles, suggesting a human form. But the presence she sensed earlier had disappeared completely.

“Dream cobwebs,” Gretchen said aloud. That’s what her father, Johnny Ellis, called it when you woke up and still had traces of your nightmares clinging to your mind. She pushed back her covers and swung her legs over the side of her bed, and something tore at her ankle.

Gretchen screamed, jumping backward as her cat, Bananas, tumbled from beneath the bedskirt. The feline rolled onto her back playfully, then sat up and curled her tail around her feet, as if nothing had happened and she had no idea why Gretchen was acting so dramatic.

“Cat—” Gretchen started.

Bananas just looked at her, then nonchalantly began to groom her paw.

“Licking my flesh from your claws?” Gretchen asked, rubbing the scratch on her foot. It wasn’t bad, really, but it did itch. As if she was offended by the question, the orange and white cat turned and strutted out the half-open door.

As the striped tail disappeared, Gretchen again glanced toward the window. It was just a dream, she told herself.

The light shone through the curtains now, and she could see the shape of the tree beyond the window. There was nothing left of the dark presence . . . nothing but the feeling of dread that still sat in Gretchen’s chest.

Gretchen yanked off her nightgown and pulled on a pair of red running shorts. She tugged on her sports bra and then ducked into an ancient T‑shirt advertising the Old Mill, a cafe in one of the neighboring towns. When she’d lived in Manhattan, Gretchen used to run along the reservoir in Central Park. It was near her Upper East Side apartment, and Gretchen enjoyed running beside the water . . . and the fact that an enormous chain-link fence surrounded the reservoir. She could see it, but she couldn’t fall in. Gretchen didn’t like water.

Gretchen had never run much at the summer house. There were no sidewalks along the street by her house, so it wasn’t really convenient. But now that she and her father were going to be living here full-time, she would have to find a way. Running was what kept her head clear in the cold months. And even though it was only the end of September, the mornings were already turning chilly.

“What are you doing here?” Gretchen asked as she tramped into the kitchen. Her father was sitting at the Formica table, sipping from a cup of coffee and halfheartedly skimming the New York Times.

“I live here, remember?” Johnny said. He smiled at her, but it was a smile like a heavy weight—as if it was an effort to make it happen.

“Don’t pretend like you’re some kind of early riser.” Gretchen reached for a banana. “It’s six-thirty.”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Gretchen frowned. “That’s not good.”

Johnny shrugged. “It happens.” He took another long pull of coffee. “I’ll feel better once everything arrives.”

He meant the things from their Manhattan apartment. Once Johnny had given up the lease, it had taken only two hours for the building manager to find a new tenant. They had been replaced in true New York City style—immediately and without mercy. “When do the movers get here?” Gretchen asked.


Gretchen nodded. She would feel better once her things had arrived, too. Even though she would miss living in Manhattan, she was ready to close that chapter of her life, to write The End above it instead of having the pages go on and on with no clear purpose. Besides, she thought, we need the money.

When her mother had moved out, she had kept custody of most of the funds. Yvonne was an heiress and knew about investments; Johnny had never been in charge of the finances before. So, for a few years, things went on exactly as they had before: Manhattan private school, expensive rent for the apartment, trips abroad. Then, quite suddenly, Johnny realized that they were out of money. A few bad investments and several years of living beyond their means had left them in terrible debt. As a result, they were abandoning the apartment and living in what Gretchen liked to think of as “the ancestral home”—the old farmhouse her grandfather had bought more than half a century ago, which Johnny had inherited, and which he owned free and clear.

Meet the Author

LISA PAPADEMETRIOU started working in children's publishing as an intern at The Horn Book Magazine and The Horn Book Guide, while still a junior at Vassar College. Upon graduation, she moved to Guatemala City and taught high school English in a bilingual school. When she returned to the United States, she accepted a job as an editorial assistant at Scholastic, Inc., and has since worked in an editorial capacity at 17th Street Productions, HarperCollins Publishers, and Disney Press. She has written over 30 books for young readers.

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