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Immortal Beloved (Immortal Beloved Series #1)

Immortal Beloved (Immortal Beloved Series #1)

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by Cate Tiernan

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Nastasya has spent the last century living as a spoiled, drugged-out party girl. She feels nothing and cares for no one. But when she witnesses her best friend, a Dark Immortal, torture a human, she realizes something's got to change. She seeks refuge at a rehab for wayward immortals, where she meets the gorgeous, undeniably sexy Reyn, who seems inexplicably linked


Nastasya has spent the last century living as a spoiled, drugged-out party girl. She feels nothing and cares for no one. But when she witnesses her best friend, a Dark Immortal, torture a human, she realizes something's got to change. She seeks refuge at a rehab for wayward immortals, where she meets the gorgeous, undeniably sexy Reyn, who seems inexplicably linked to her past.

Nastasya finally begins to deal with life, and even feels safe—until the night she learns that someone wants her dead.

Cate Tiernan, author of the popular Sweep series, returns with an engaging story of a timeless struggle and inescapable romance, the first book in a stunning new fantasy trilogy.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Born in 1551, Nastasya is immortal, wealthy, and at the end of her rope. After centuries of hedonism, one casually cruel moment in present-day London shatters her composure and leaves her grasping at the slimmest of chances to save her sense of humanity. That chance takes the form of River’s Edge, a farm and retreat in the heart of Massachusetts, where a varied group of immortals seek to regain the immediacy and emotion of life fully lived. It’s not an easy fit for Nastasya, and as she learns about her companions, the ghosts of her long and dark past rise vividly to haunt her. Tiernan (the Sweep series) gives Nastasya a strong, distinctive voice and wonderfully realized perspective on the joys and horrors of history (“I was in Paris on July 14, 1789. You never forget the sight of a human head on a pike”). First in a projected trilogy, the story necessarily leaves many questions open, but achieves a satisfying arc. As Nastasya admits, “I wanted to see how it came out.” Readers will, too. Ages 12–up. (Sept.)
VOYA - Lori Cambareri Pruyne
As immortal party girl Nastasya watches her best friend brutally torture a hapless mortal, she realizes that, although she's been alive nearly five centuries, she's done nothing with her life. She has no talents, no callings—no joy. Fearing what she may become if she continues this existence of selfish pleasure and gathering darkness, she flees to seek help at a kind of halfway house for immortals. There she finds a fragile (if excruciatingly boring) peace and begins to come to terms with her heritage and her past. However, danger is never far. One of the other residents, Reyn, a drop-dead gorgeous blond who resembles a Viking god, has a sinister connection to the darkest, most buried horror in her past. Even more disturbing, it soon becomes clear that someone wants Nastasya dead. Strong characterization powers this fast-paced novel. Nastasya's development as a character is a little uneven, but her edgy, sarcastic voice, combined with her spunky attitude and raw, sincere emotions, makes her one to whom it is easy to become attached. Flashbacks are powerfully utilized to incorporate past events into the novel's time line, and revelations about Nastasya's life are parceled out slowly but consistently in a manner that builds and sustains suspense. Several major plot lines remain unresolved, but those unanswered questions leave readers eagerly awaiting the rest of the trilogy. Humor overlies serious issues of identity and personal responsibility explored within the story, and readers who enjoy character-driven works of romantic fantasy will flock to this book. Reviewer: Lori Cambareri Pruyne
School Library Journal
Gr 10 Up—This is both a fantasy about immortals and a contemporary story of an adolescent seeking to know herself. Questions about identity and morality plague Nastasya, an immortal. A heavy-drinking party girl, she speaks as a 21th-century teen, though she was born in 1551. Her connections with friends who flagrantly exploit their magic powers, flippantly causing death and pain to others, have finally set her on a quest for guidance. She looks for River, a calm, intelligent, and patient mentor who heads a retreat in Massachusetts called River's Edge. It is for immortals who seek self-knowledge. Independent Nastasya has trouble following the precepts of the group, but she perseveres because she desperately needs to get beyond the pain of her childhood and the brutal destruction of her family centuries earlier. The other students at River's school are all working through their own personal difficulties, and each character is interestingly drawn. Among them is Reyn, a handsome Nordic fellow whom Nastasya tries to ignore at first because he reminds her of the raiders who murdered her family. The truth of their dark past together becomes a background for their developing connection and strong mutual attraction. Intrigue, humor, pathos, and underlying wisdom combine to make a fascinating read. The open ending naturally leaves readers wondering what will happen next. Suggest this to fans of Frewin Jones's The Immortal Realm (HarperTeen, 2009) and Alyson Noel's Blue Moon (St. Martin's Griffin, 2009).—Renee Steinberg, formerly at Fieldstone Middle School, Montvale, NJ
Kirkus Reviews
Despite the title, romance plays a relatively small role in this tale of compassion, rehabilitation and magick. After four centuries careening from party to party with her band of elite immortals, reckless, callous, smart-mouthed Nastasya runs away to a rural farm that serves as a sort of rehab. There she begins to confront her painful past, understand her magickal gifts and untangle her confusing knot of feelings for Reyn, another immortal staying at the farm. Despite her age, Nastasya's cynical, defiant narration is awash in contemporary slang, pop-culture references and an inventive array of curses (including a few unfortunate slurs such as "lame" and "retarded"). Clearly, historical realism is not the goal of this novel, in which eternally youthful beings gallivant from Revolutionary Paris to 1960s San Francisco with seemingly limitless wealth and freedom. What Tiernan creates instead is an easy-to-swallow story of an emotionally immature woman healing from childhood trauma. The ending is anticlimactic, but more action is sure to follow in the trilogy's next two volumes. (Paranormal romance. 12 & up)

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Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
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Immortal Beloved Series , #1
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5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.30(d)
Age Range:
12 - 18 Years

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Immortal Beloved

By Tiernan, Cate

Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2010 Tiernan, Cate
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780316035927


Last night my whole world came tumbling down. Now I’m running scared.

Have you ever been going along, living your life, living in your reality, and then suddenly something happens that rips your world right in two? You see something or hear something, and suddenly everything you are, everything you’re doing, shatters into a thousand shards of sharp, bitter realization.

It happened to me last night.

I was in London. With friends, as usual. We were going out, as usual.

“No, no, turn here!” Boz leaned forward and jabbed the cabbie on the shoulder. “Here!”

The cabbie, his huge, broad shoulders barely encased in a sweatshirt and plaid vest, turned around and gave Boz a look that would have made a normal person sit back and be very quiet.

But Boz was by no means a normal person: He was prettier than most, louder than most, funner than most, and, God knew, dumber than most. We’d just come from a dance club where a knife fight had suddenly broken out. These two crazy girls had been pulling hair and screaming like fishwives, and then one of them had pulled out a knife. My gang had wanted to stay and watch—they loved stuff like that—but, you know, if you’ve seen one knife fight, you’ve seen them all. I’d dragged them all away, and we’d stumbled out into the night, luckily grabbing a cab before the cold made us sober up.

“Here! Right here in the middle of the block, my good man!” Boz said, earning himself a murderous look that made me feel grateful all over again for gun control in Merrie Olde England.

“My good man?” Cicely snickered next to me. The six of us were packed into the back of this big black cab. There could have been more, but we’d found that six wasted immortals were all the back of a London cab could hold, and that was only if no one puked.

“Yes, Jeeves,” Cicely went on brightly. “Stop here.”

The cabbie slammed his foot on the brakes, and we all shot forward. Boz and Katy hit their heads on the glass partition between us and the driver. Stratton, Innocencio, and I all catapulted off our seats, landing in an ungraceful, giggling heap on the dirty cab floor.

“Hey!” Boz said, rubbing his forehead.

Innocencio found me under the tangle of arms and legs. “You okay, Nas?”

I nodded, still laughing.

“Get t’ hell outta my cab!” our driver spat. He lurched out of the front seat, came around, and yanked our door open. My back was against the door, and I immediately fell out into the gutter, hitting my head on the stone curb.

“Ow! Ow!” The gutter was wet—it’d been raining, of course. The pain, the cold, and the wet barely penetrated my consciousness—knife fight aside, the evening of heavy festivities had wrapped me in a warm cocoon of hazy well-being.

“Out!” the cabbie said again, grabbing my shoulders and hauling me out of the way. He dumped me on the sidewalk and reached in for Incy.

Okay, hello, anger and a trickle of consciousness. I frowned, rubbing my shoulders, sitting up. We were a block away from the Dungeon, yet another horribly seedy underground bar where we hung out. And only this short block away, the street was dark and deserted, empty lots alternating with burned-out crack houses, giving the street a missing-tooth appearance.

“All right, hands off!” Innocencio said, landing on the sidewalk next to me. His face was cold with fury, and he looked more awake than I’d thought.

“You lot!” the cabbie snarled. “I don’t want your kind in my cab! Rich kids, think you’re better than everyone else!” He leaned into the cab, grabbing Katy’s coat collar while Boz scrambled out on his own.

“Uh—gonna be sick,” Katy said, half in, half out of the cab. Boz jumped out of the way just as Katy’s system purged itself of an evening’s worth of Jameson whiskey—right on the cabbie’s shoes.

“Goddamn it!” the cabbie roared, shaking his feet in disgust.

Boz and I giggled—we couldn’t help it. Mean Mr. Taxi Driver.

The cabbie grabbed Katy’s arms, intending to haul her to the sidewalk, and suddenly Incy muttered something and snapped his hand open.

I had a split second to think, Huh, and then the cab driver staggered as if struck with an axe. Katy went slack in his hands and he crumpled, his spine curving almost in half. He pitched backward, landing heavily on the sidewalk, his face white, eyes wide open.

A wave of nausea and fatigue overcame me—maybe I’d had more to drink than I thought. “Incy, what’d you do?” I asked, bemused, as I got to my feet. “Did you use magick on him?” I gave a little laugh—the idea was kind of ridiculous. I leaned against the lamppost, holding my face up to the chilly mist. A few deep breaths and I felt better.

Katy blinked blearily, and Boz chuckled.

Innocencio stood up, frowning at his new D & G boots, now flecked with rain.

Stratton and Cicely got out of the other side of the cab and joined us. They looked down at the cabbie, lying frozen on the wet pavement, and shook their heads.

“Very nice,” Stratton said to Incy. “Very impressive, Mr. Magician. You can let the poor sod up now.”

We were all looking at each other and at the cabbie. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen anyone use magick like this. Yeah, maybe to get a good table at a restaurant or to catch that last train in the Underground…

“I don’t think so, Strat,” said Innocencio, his face still tight. “I don’t think he’s a very nice man.”

Stratton and I met eyes. I tapped Innocencio on the shoulder. He and I had been partners in crime for almost a century, and we knew each other very, very well, but this cold rage was something I hadn’t seen too much of. “Right, leave him, then. He’ll be fine in a few minutes, yeah? Let’s go—I’m thirsty. And I guess Katy is now, too.”

Katy made a face. “Ugh.”

“Yeah, let’s go,” said Cicely. “They have a band tonight, and I want to dance.”

“By the time he comes to, we’ll be long gone.” I tugged on Incy’s sleeve.

“Hang on,” said Incy.

“Leave him,” I repeated. I felt a little bad about just leaving the cabbie in the chilly, sprinkling rain, but he’d be okay once the spell wore off.

Innocencio shrugged off my hand, surprising me. As I watched, he snapped both of his hands open at the cabbie, his lips moving. I didn’t hear what he said.

With a loud, horrible cracking sound, the cabbie bucked upward, once, his mouth opening in a scream he was unable to voice.

Again I felt a wave of nausea, saw a gray film pass over my eyes. I blinked several times, reaching out for Cicely’s arm. She chuckled as I staggered, obviously blaming drink. A few moments later my vision cleared, and I straightened up, staring at Incy, at the cabbie. “Now what? What’d you do?”

“Oh, Incy,” Stratton said, shaking his head. “Tsk, tsk. Bit unnecessary, surely? Well, let’s get going, then.” He set off down the sidewalk toward the Dungeon, closing his warm coat against the chill.

“Incy—what’d you do?” I repeated.

Incy shrugged. “Sod deserved it.”

Katy, still a little green around the gills, stared dully at the cab driver, then at Innocencio. She coughed and shook her head, then headed off with Stratton. I let go of Cicely and she shrugged, taking Boz’s arm. They followed the others, and soon their footsteps faded into the darkness.

“Incy,” I said, taken aback that the others were just leaving. “Incy—did you—break his back, with magick? Where’d you learn how to do something like that? No—you didn’t. Right?”

Incy looked at me then, a half-amused expression on his unearthly, darkly handsome face. His black curls were flecked with tiny diamonds of rain, glittering in the lamplight.

“Darling. You saw what he was like,” he said.

I looked at him, then at the cabbie, still motionless, his face a rictus of pain and terror. “You broke his back?” I repeated, suddenly quite sober and horribly present. My brain skittered around the thought as if it were a hot spark to avoid. “You used magick to—good lord. Okay, well, go ahead and fix him, then,” I said. “I want a drink, but I’ll wait.” I couldn’t help the cabbie myself. I had no idea where Incy had learned a spell like that, and no idea how to counteract it, undo it, whatever. For the most part, I shied away from magick, the magick immortals are born with, that comes naturally to us. It was too much trouble, and it usually made me physically ill. The last time I’d dabbled in it, I’d at most made someone walk into a door or spill coffee on herself. And that had been ages ago. Nothing like this.

Innocencio ignored me and looked down at the cab driver. “Right, mate,” he said in a low voice. The cab driver’s eyes, now wild with shock and pain, focused on his with difficulty.

“That’s what happens when you’re rude to my friends, see? I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

The cab driver couldn’t even grunt, and I realized he was under a nul-vox spell. An actual nul-vox spell—I’d only maybe seen that just once or twice before, in hundreds of years. Much less—

“Come on, undo it,” I said impatiently. I’d never seen Incy like this, do something like this. “You taught him a lesson. The others are waiting for us. Just undo it so we can go.”

Incy rolled his shoulders, shrugged, and took my hand in a hard, painful grip. “Can’t undo it, my love,” he said, and raised my hand to his lips to kiss. He pulled me with him toward the Dungeon, and I looked back at the cabbie over my shoulder.

“Can’t undo it? You broke his back for good?” I stared at Incy, my best friend for the past century. He grinned down at me, his beautiful angel’s face haloed by the streetlamp.

“In for a penny, in for a pound,” he said gaily.

I gaped. “What next, putting Stratton through a wood chipper?” My voice was rising as the increasing mist wet my face. Incy laughed, kissed my hair, and marched me forward. In those moments I’d seen something different in his eyes—more than just uncaring indifference, more than a casual need for revenge. Incy had enjoyed breaking that man’s back, had enjoyed seeing someone writhing in pain and fear. It had been exciting for him.

My brain whirled. Should I call 999? Was it already too late for that cabbie? Was he going to die, already dying? I leaned away from Incy, turning back, but within seconds I felt the vibrations of the deep bass drums of some band, throbbing up through the ground, through my shoes. The Dungeon seemed like another world, another reality, beckoning me to it, lulling me with its noise, letting me leave the appalling shock of the paralyzed cabbie outside. I wanted so badly just to succumb to it.

“Incy—but—you have to—”

Incy just shot me an amused look, and a minute later we were going down a steep flight of stairs slick with rain. I was split by indecision as Incy raised his fist and pounded on the red-painted door. I suddenly felt as though we’d gone down the steps to hell and were waiting for admittance. A small slit in the door opened, and Guvnor, the bouncer, nodded at us. The door opened and an enormous swell of music throbbed out at us and drew us in, into the darkness lit by burning cigarette tips, the hundreds of voices competing with the screaming band, the smell of liquor coiling sweetly into every breath I took.

The cabbie, outside—this felt like my last chance. My last chance to take action, to act like a person who gave a crap, like a normal person.

“Nasty!” I was enveloped in a huge, slightly unbalanced hug. “I love your hair!” my friend Mal shouted as loud as she could into my ear. “Come dance!” She put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me into the dark, low-ceilinged room.

I hesitated only a second.

And just like that, I let myself leave the outside world behind, let myself disappear into the noise and the smoke. I was horrified, and if you knew the usual high jinks I myself was often up to, those words would have more weight for you. I split away from Incy, not sure what to think. He’d just done what I thought was probably the very worst thing I’d ever seen him do. Worse than that incident with that mayor’s horse, back in the forties. Worse than that poor girl who’d actually wanted to marry him, in the 1970s. That had been such a disaster. I’d managed to explain away those situations to myself, made them make sense. This one I was having a harder time with.

With a last, beautiful grin at me, Incy headed off to prowl the crowd that was already sending out tendrils of interest, from both males and females. Incy was irresistible, a seductive magnet, and most people, human and immortal alike, were helpless under the charm that hid a side that was, suddenly, so much darker than I’d realized.

Twenty minutes later, I was making out heavily on a sticky couch with Mal’s friend Jase, who was cheerful and drunk and adorable. I wanted to sink into him, be someone else, be the person Jase was seeing on the outside. He wasn’t immortal, didn’t know I was, but he was a welcome distraction that I threw myself into with nervous urgency. People talked and smoked and drank all around us while I ran my hands under his shirt and he wound his legs around me. His fingers pushed into my short black hair, and with a sudden shock I felt an unexpected warm breeze on my neck.

I was already reeling back, grabbing for my scarf, quickly rewinding it around me when I heard Incy say, “Nas? What’s that on the back of your neck?”

I looked over my shoulder at Incy standing by the end of the couch, a drink in one hand, a long cigarette glowing in the other. His eyes were black holes, glittering at me in the darkness.

My heart was beating hard. Don’t overreact, Nasty. “Nothing.” I shrugged and collapsed on Jase, and he reached up for me again.

“Nas?” Incy’s voice was quiet but determined. “You know, I don’t remember ever seeing the back of your neck, come to think of it.”

I forced a small laugh and looked up even as Jase tried to kiss me again. “Don’t be daft, of course you have. Now clear off. Busy here.”

“Is it a tattoo?”

I tugged my scarf tighter around my neck. “Yes. It says, If you can read this sign, you’re too bloody close. Now clear off!”

Incy laughed, to my relief, and moved away. The last I saw of him, a beautiful, slinky girl in satin was coiling around him like a snake.

And I just didn’t let myself think about the cab driver again. When the thought, the vision, intruded, I squeezed my eyes shut and had another drink. But the next morning it all came back to me: the cabbie’s face, the agony written there. He would never walk, never drive again, because Innocencio had snapped his spine and left him on a rainy London street, worse than dead.

And I had done nothing, nothing. I had walked away.

The good thing about being immortal is that you can’t literally drink yourself to death, as frat boys can. The bad thing about being immortal is that you can’t literally drink yourself to death, so you wake up the next morning, or maybe the day after that, and you feel everything you would be spared feeling if only you’d been lucky enough to die.

It was sort of light outside when I finally pried my eyes open for more than a few seconds. I blearily scanned the room and saw a window. The light coming in was pale and pink-tinged, which meant dusk or dawn. One or the other. Or perhaps the neighborhood was on fire. Always a possibility.

I knew it would be bad, trying to sit up, so I took it slowly, moving one small part of me at a time. Last was my head, which I raised cautiously a few inches off the mattress. The washed-out yellow roses of the bare mattress slowly clarified and resolved. Mattress, no sheet. Window with light. Dark painted brick walls, like a factory or something.

I turned my head slowly to see another sleeping body, a guy with spiky green hair, a thick silver chain around his neck, a writhing dragon tattoo covering most of his back. Um, Jeff? Jason? Jack? Something with a J, I was almost certain.

I achieved a semi-upright state several minutes later, then immediately hurled my guts up as my body attempted to rid itself of the toxins I’d ingested the night before.

I didn’t make it to the toilet. Sorry, Jeff.

Feeling hollow and shaky and wishing immortality wasn’t so incredibly literal, I saw I was still wearing all my clothes, which meant either the J-man or I, or both, had been too wasted to further our… acquaintance last night. Just as well. Reflexively I felt for my scarf and found it still knotted tight around my throat. I relaxed a bit, then remembered Incy standing over me, asking me about the mark on the back of my neck. I couldn’t believe that had happened on the same night as the cabbie. I swallowed, grimacing, and decided to think about that later.

My leather jacket and one of my beautiful green lizard-skin ankle boots were inexplicably missing, so I took the boot I could find and crept out, not that an earthquake would have woken Jay up then. I was pretty sure he was still alive—his chest seemed to be going up and down. I vaguely remembered having two drinks to each one of his.

I stepped over a couple more sleeping bodies on my way out. This was a big, bare warehouselike building, probably on the outskirts of town. My shoulder and butt felt bruised, and all of my muscles were sore as I limped down the industrial brick steps. Outside it was really cold, the wind whipping bits of trash up the deserted street.

At least it wasn’t raining, I thought, and then it all flowed back into my brain, against my will: the night before, everything we’d done, the rain, the knife fight, falling on the sidewalk, Incy breaking that cabbie’s spine, me almost losing my scarf in that club, in front of everyone. My stomach roiled again and I stopped for a moment, sucking in a cold breath as I ran through the details, dismay creeping over me anew. Where had Innocencio learned that magick? As far as I knew, he hadn’t made a point of knowing any, and in the last century of our hanging out, I’d never seen him do much, certainly not anything that big, that dark. No friends in our immediate circle had honed their skills with magick. I leaned against the graffitied cinder-block wall of the warehouse while I pushed my bare foot into my one boot.

The cold air filled my nose and made it start running, and suddenly the morning was horribly bright, horribly clear. Incy had done something awful last night with powerful magick, out of the blue. And I had done something just as awful, though not with magick. I’d watched Incy break that guy’s spine, and then I had just… walked away. I’d walked away and gone dancing in a club. What was wrong with me? How could I have done that? Had someone found the cabbie during the night? Someone had, surely. Even though that neighborhood was mostly deserted. Even though it had been very late. And raining. Still, someone must have happened on him, taken him to the hospital. Right?

And on top of that, Incy had actually seen the mark on the back of my neck. And might well remember it. How ironic. I’d been obsessive about keeping my neck covered at all times for the last 449 years, and all at once, one night, that effort had been shot. Would Incy know the significance of what he’d seen? How could he? No one did. No one who was still alive. So why did I feel so afraid?

And all of these horrible, fevered thoughts bring us back to the beginning:

Last night my whole world came tumbling down. Now I’m running scared.


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Meet the Author

Cate Tiernan was born and raised in New Orleans. She is also the author of Penguin Speak's vastly successful (and recently reissued) Sweep series. She currently lives in Durham, North Carolina with her husband and children. Her website is www.catetiernan.org.

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Immortal Beloved 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 112 reviews.
RebeccaNaomi More than 1 year ago
I read the Sweep series when I was in middle school and I really enjoyed them. Although I must admit that I pretend that Night's Child does not exist. Ick. So I really liked those books and then I heard about this book. I got really excited. The moment I started to read it I was interested. Then I found out it was a trilogy and I was ecstatic. Finally I saw the publication date for the second book and my world crumbled. It is going to be out in September. This year sure but in September. Do you realise that it is January right now? I do. I have so many ideas about what the next book could be about but I am not sure which one it will be. The book follows an immortal named Nastasya who realises that her friends are not what she thought that they were. She becomes afraid when she sees her friend do something that horrifies her. She remembers a woman that offered her the chance to stay with her anytime she wanted. She does not know why but she feels as if she will not be safe unless she stays there. At River's Ending she finds out that not everyone wants here there. She finds herself being threatened by someone as she tries to get through what needs to be done. I really liked Nastasya. She was immature at times but I feel as if that really sold her for me. I would have been really disappointed if she was this worldly immortal that sprouted these philosophical sayings. It becomes apparent very quickly in the story that her drinking and partying are ways in order to pretend that she can hide from her past. There are more reasons why I really like her but I am better at describing them right after I read or a few days after. Just know that she is an interesting character that kept me from wanting to put down the book. I had a love/hate relationship with Reyn. There were places where I saw what other reviewers saw: That Nastasya would make a good couple but then there were points where I felt that Reyn just needed a little smack over the head. Sometimes a big one. What I really disliked about the book was that it was not long enough. I want to know what happens next. The ending is not a cliffhanger, if anything it happens just after they tie up a plot line. I just really wish that the trilogy could have been finished before I found it. Can't but must wait for the next installment
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story is very well written. It keeps you guessing and you're pleasently surprised at each turn. I would defintely reccommend this book to anyone who loves reading. I can't wait to read the next book in this wonderfull series.
teawulfe More than 1 year ago
Cate Tiernan's books tend to be the type I can't put down. Easy reads that can still make you contemplate your personal boundaries between right and wrong, good and evil. She's excellent at making you wonder what happens later. and thinking about the book for months. Not all of her characters are likable all the time but they're very human and easy to see yourself in some of them. The Romances are not over as over-the-top or insane as many teen fantasy relationships can be, but at the same time, they feel more realistic and emotional because of it. Overall a very interesting and fun read, leaving the reader counting the day to the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
After reading the sweep series many years ago (sometimes over and over again)..I thought it would be hard to get into another Cate Tiernan book. Initially, I thought it was right. Even though the synopsis of the book sounded great, I was skeptical because I started thinking I wasn't going to like it. After a while, I was proved wrong. The book really picks up and makes you want to read more. I enjoyed immortal beloved and can't wait till the 2nd book comes out!
CiciBear26 More than 1 year ago
Another great Cate Tiernan novel! The first in a new trilogy, Immortal Beloved is just awesome. I've read almost all of Cate's book, and this is, by far, the best one yet! I absolutely loved the concept of this book...Okay. It wasn't an 'original' idea, but it has a definite twist that other Immortal books lack...I'm not sure what it is, but it makes the book great! Nastasya (cool name, right?) was cool. I liked how she thought, and how her dry humor kept me smiling. She'd relate to things that aren't even being spoken of, and those 'thoughts' made each page interesting! I liked Reyn (rain, reign, rein?) he was...different. It was so weird to find out who is was (not till late in the book) and I was literally thinking, "Ohmygod, no way!' in a totally teenager-like way that deeply disappointed me. If you've read the Sweep series, then you should be familiar with all the magick that takes place in the book. I kept thinking about previous characters, the circles, and all that Wiccan stuff, so it was pretty interesting to realize that Cate kept this book a little bit in her previously made world. All in all, this book is sure to captivate. It may not look all too exciting (such a dull cover...) but it really is! I'm definitely awaiting the sequel; I hope it comes out soon!
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TheThoughtSpot More than 1 year ago
Immortal Beloved by Cate Tiernan begins with a group of immortal friends painting the town and Nas questions everything about herself and her friends. Nas wants to improve her immortal life. She has several identities and passports, so she chooses one and leaves her friends behind to travel to Massachusetts, where River, another immortal, lives. I love the main character's snark and her reluctant humor. Nas learns a bit about her heritage and her knowledge continues to grow along with her abilities, thanks to River and the other immortals Nas is now living with. River runs a sort of rehabilitation center for immortals to help them heal and make good choices. The immortals have all lived long enough that each of them has suffered tragedy in one form or another and struggles to deal with the memories. The support helps Nas heal while she works on the farm and at her minimum wage job at a local pharmacy where she grows to care about and help regular people. Great book and I am looking forward to reading the second book in this series, Darkness Falls.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I finished Immortal Beloved in a day and loved every second of it. The minute I turned the last page I started having withdrawals. It's going to be a rough wait for book two to be delivered.
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I have to say, this book has made it to my top. . . Five. This book is my third fav. That should tell you alot.
Dazzlamb More than 1 year ago
Nastasya is an immortal and has lived a long life in excess and ignorance. In the past hundreds of years she hasn't been the best version of herself. When one of her so-called dark friends harms a human, Nastasya decides to leave her gang of dangerous immortals and with them all destructiveness and misery behind her. IMMORTAL BELOVED discusses what it means to have a never-ending life ahead of you and what it is you should do with it. On her quest for change Nastasya meets an immortal who offers shelter to all the lost immortal souls looking for a new start. So she finds a home in River's mansion. It has a kind of boarding school feel about it because of all the avid students buzzing around. Immortals can take lessons and have to do chores. With the help of others Nastasya is now learning to master a normal life. And with that things start to fall into a monotone pattern without prospect of any serious action. Between complaining about chores and slowly discovering her heritage Nastasya develops a crush on fellow immortal Reyn. Theirs isn't a love story of the exciting but more of the repellent kind. So this romance didn't exactly fit my idea of sexy. 3,5/5 ***/* IMMORTAL BELOVED – A reform school presenting us with a new somber spin on immortality. IMMORTAL BELOVED was appealing in a way because of all the possibilities immortality had to offer. When I pick up a novel with immortals in it I'm mostly interested in hearing more about their pasts and Nastasya's visions of the past are one important part of her story now. Visit River's remote reform school for immortals with a dark atmospheric feel about it but don't expect all too much fun in the end.
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bkwrm29 More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. I wasn’t totally sure about the plot until I actually read it and saw how well the story was put together. The plot had some really unique elements that really made the book incredible. It was amazing to see how the story line came together and I loved every twist and turn that this book tried to throw at me. The farther in the book I got, the more I wanted to find out everything that was going to happen. This book seemed to promise romance, and mystery, with a hint of adventure and it didn’t disappoint. The flow of the book was great and the story never seemed rushed or dragged out. This book was just really good. Nastasya was an interesting character because she was really hard to like at first. She was the definition of pretty rich girl who was determined to throw her life away. She was rude and almost heartless it seemed like in the beginning of the book. Then there were hints of her kindness and inner depth that kept me reading. I ended up really appreciating her character and how she became what she is. She was the perfect lead for this book and I enjoyed reading from her perspective. It was really hard to know what characters were trying to kill Nastasya. I wasn’t sure which characters she should trust and it ended up keeping me captivated to the very end. It seemed like so many characters had a reason to not like Nastasya and want her gone that I was having trouble pin pointing the ones who were going to cause major trouble. By the end of the book some characters were brought to life but not all and I loved how it ended. Overall this book was such a great read and I ended up reading the whole series. Luckily for me this wasn’t one of those series that seemed to go back and forth a lot and seemed to end badly with each book. Every book was great and left me wanting more. I can’t wait to read more by this author.
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I freaking love this
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I love all of Cate's series Bale Fire , Sweep & now Immortal Beloved
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Openbooksociety_dot_com More than 1 year ago
Review brought to you by Shae I was not sure what to expect going into this book. I had forgotten I read the Sweep series also by Cate, so I thought her writing would be new to me. The beginning of the book just jumped right in to action and drama. I was a little confused by what was going on. That did not last long though because the story got really boring for me. I eventually had to put the book down and I read a different book. I decided to give this one more chance and started reading again. Around page 160 it really picked up. At least that is where I got sucked in to the story. Then I started recognizing the way the story was flowing. Also, the way magic was described, and a lot of the processes they used making magic. That’s when I remembered I had read the Sweep series, which I really loved, so I put more of an effort in to liking the book. Well it worked, I got into the story, and it really started reading smoothly for me. I love the back stories of all the Immortals. That was one of my favorite things about this book. I really appreciate all the details of the back stories. Little by little Nastasya’s back story comes out. The pieces come together. Nastasya’s flashbacks are interesting too, helps tie the story together. I love the relationship between Nastasya and Reyn. It really should be a forbidden attraction. The way they come together though, doesn’t make it feel as bad as it should be. I knew the whole time who the “villain” was and was silently screaming to myself, that Nastasya never guessed this person, or kept eliminating them when she was trying to figure out who was out to get her. All in all this is a really good book. It’s a great opener for what I expect to be a great series. It’s a little rocky and confusing at first, but it is worth it! This review and more at openbooksociety dot com