Othermoonby Nina Berry
Dez has found the place where she belongs. With the otherkin. With Caleb. Or so she thought.
As the barriers between our world and Othersphere fall, a wall rises between Dez and Caleb, leaving her fiercest enemy her only friend.
And maybe something more.
Now Dez must make
Everyone has secrets. I had no idea mine would lead me into shadow.
Dez has found the place where she belongs. With the otherkin. With Caleb. Or so she thought.
As the barriers between our world and Othersphere fall, a wall rises between Dez and Caleb, leaving her fiercest enemy her only friend.
And maybe something more.
Now Dez must make a devastating choice: keep the love of her life, or save the otherkin from annihilation.
"Be prepared to lose some sleep. Otherkin is full of non-stop action and suspense, and you're not going to be able to put it down!" --Brigid Kemmerer, author of the Elemental Series
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By NINA BERRY
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Chapter OneThe night before we moved away, I couldn't sleep. Not bothering to turn on the light, I sat up in bed at three a.m. and put my earbuds in to blast the audiobook for The Tempest. Rain beat down on the jacaranda tree in our front yard. I resolutely gazed out at it to avoid seeing the walls of my room, which had been stripped of all my posters and photos, leaving nothing but uneven holes and sticky tape residue.
The man reading Shakespeare's play had a crisp English accent, but his voice didn't have the depth of Caleb's. No one's did. No one human, anyway.
Caleb. Thinking his name sent a stab of longing up from my heart to tighten my throat. We'd talked till midnight, but I hadn't laid eyes on him in weeks.
"Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air ..."
Something glinted in the corner of my eye. I caught sight of a gray van slipping into the rain-soaked fog down the street.
We'd stolen a van like that, a white one, from the Tribunal, my otherkin friends and I, after we burned their compound to the ground. But the Tribunal had other sites, other acolytes.
I tapped the headphones. Electronics and metal gadgets tended to break down around me. That last noise was more like a creaky floorboard in a horror movie or the rusty door to my medicine cabinet than Shakespeare. The iPod snapped on again.
"We are such stuff As dreams are made on ..."
A shape glided through the downpour outside. The gray van was back, but now the headlights were off. The downy hairs on the back of my neck stood up as it came to a stop across the street.
That didn't come from the headphones. I popped them out of my ears and rolled silently to my feet, senses alert with fear. For a moment the only illumination came from my iPod, the only sound the interrupted lines of Shakespeare coming faintly from the headphones.
Then, down the hall, light as a feather falling on grass, came a footstep. And another.
Someone had been in my bathroom at three a.m., opening and closing my medicine cabinet, and was now heading toward the living room.
It couldn't be my mother or Richard. I knew every variation of their footsteps, and neither one had any reason to search my nearly empty medicine cabinet.
I used all my training to move quietly to my bedroom door and turned the knob. I didn't want to wake my parents. Perhaps there was an innocent reason for the sounds. If not, I could deal with the Tribunal. And if I couldn't, better it be me that was taken or killed.
The hallway was dark and empty. I stilled and heard the footfalls again in the living room, moving faster now. Half-running down the hall, I kept my body out of sight as I peered around the doorframe.
To my night-sensitive eyes, the living room lay before me as clear as day, unfamiliar territory now that packing boxes and bubble-wrapped furniture dominated. The front door creaked open, and a hooded figure was silhouetted for a moment against the dim greenish streetlight before it stepped outside. Gray hood, gray camouflage, the slender waist and broad shoulders of a man. But why would he leave without trying to kidnap or kill ...?
"Desdemona?" Mom's sleepy voice came first, then the creak of her bedroom door opening. She had always had a motherly sense for when I was restless at night.
That was all it took. The gray figure took off, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Stay here, Mom!" I shouted, and ran. In a heartbeat, I had the door open and leaped down the front steps, blinking against the rain. The hard, heavy drops were icy cold and drenched me instantly.
The figure sprinted straight for the van, rounding the jacaranda tree. I was fast, inhumanly fast in short spurts, but he had too big a head start. Then his foot bumped hard against one of the tree's roots, and he sprawled facedown onto the grass.
"Thanks, tree," I said, lunging for him.
He rolled out of reach, brown eyes behind his muddied ski mask very wide, and scrambled to his feet. I knew those eyes. The sound of his breath coming hard and fast brought back a memory of a tall blond boy, his arm broken, his once angelic face sneering to hide just how lost he was. It was Caleb's half-brother.
"Lazar," I said.
He pulled off the soggy ski mask as I moved between him and the van. Beneath it his wavy blond hair was already dark with rain, curling against his forehead. Droplets raced down his temples and aquiline nose, collecting on his lips as they tightened in a familiar way. The gray trousers clung to his lean hips and thighs, and the wet gray shirt outlined the taut definition in his shoulders and chest. His breath misted briefly in the rain as it came fast and even. A muscle in his jaw clenched as he stared at me, and for a moment he looked so much like Caleb that my heart skipped a beat.
Then he spoke, and his voice, harsher, more guarded than Caleb's, broke the spell. "Desdemona. Let me go." It was a warning, not a plea.
I glanced over my shoulder. Behind me, steam rose from the van's exhaust pipe, but no one emerged. Maybe they hadn't seen us in the darkness and the deluge. But that didn't explain why Lazar hadn't summoned them on the communicator every member of the Tribunal wore on every mission.
His slightly tip-tilted eyes, with their thick, rain-spiked lashes, were the same size and shape as Caleb's, but with rich brown irises rather than black. His gaze flicked up and down my body.
Water ran down my face, plastering my T-shirt to my skin, and I realized I was only wearing that and my underwear, my usual bedtime apparel. My cheeks grew so hot under his stare that I was suddenly grateful for the icy rain. A month ago that would've been enough to send me running for safety. Now I ignored the blush and stood my ground. Who cares? Let him look. And if I have to shift, it means fewer clothes to shred.
"What were you doing in my house?" I demanded.
He lifted his eyes to my face, a tiny smile playing around his mouth. I realized I'd never seen him genuinely amused before. It lit up his dark eyes and carved dimples into his cheeks, highlighting his high cheekbones and strong chin. "I'd love to stand here all night discussing my activities with a beautiful half-naked girl," he said. "But I don't think my father would approve."
His tone made me want to smack that look off his pretty, pretty face. Focus, Dez. Lazar was an objurer, which meant that his voice, like Caleb's, was a powerful instrument, able to persuade, anger, or paralyze in just a few words. Objurers were specially trained by the Tribunal to manipulate the minds and bodies of shifters like me. Every word he spoke was a potential threat.
"Still Daddy's little boy," I said, and was glad to see his smirk drop away. "It doesn't look like you took anything, but maybe you planted something. Is there a bomb in my house, Lazar?"
He considered me, eyes narrowing. Then, almost imperceptibly, he shook his head.
I frowned. The gesture seemed oddly sincere. But it couldn't be. Was he trying to throw me off, delay me?
"If we wanted you dead," he said, "you would be."
"Your father tried a couple of times and failed," I said. "How is Ximon, Lazar? Does he beat you now that your sister isn't available?"
"Amaris." His voice softened when he said his sister's name. Something in his face changed.
A weird stab of pity hit my gut. Lazar's estrangement from his sister had been sudden and violent. Amaris had chosen to come with us, her supposed enemies, rather than live under her father's thumb and marry a man she hated. Lazar had wavered for a heartbeat, but ultimately he'd chosen to leave her with us and escape with Ximon. When I imagined how it felt to be raised by such a monster, all I could feel was sympathy.
"She's doing well," I said, even as I wondered whether reassuring him was a good idea. "She says she misses you. Though I can't imagine why."
His face hardened. "Let me go. Don't make me call the others."
"Go ahead." I bared my teeth, fingers curling like claws. "Call them, and I'll kill you all."
"Desdemona?" My mother stood on the porch, arms crossed to keep her robe closed. "Are you okay?
I startled, turning my head toward her. Lazar seized the moment and ran down the middle of Kenneth Avenue, away from me, leaving the Tribunal's van behind.
"I'm fine, Mom!" I shouted. "Get Richard out of the house!"
The van's tires made wet sucking noises as they began to roll, following Lazar. So they weren't here to hurt Mom and Richard, which meant I could tear after Lazar. I bolted down the sidewalk, outpacing the skidding van, and kept my ears peeled to make sure it didn't head back toward my parents.
Ahead of me, Lazar raced flat out, cutting left into the park. Behind me, the van was gaining. No time to waste. I'd never shifted while running full speed before. But I needed to find out what Lazar had been up to in my bathroom, and I'd never catch him this way.
I kept sprinting as I sent my mind down into the darkness that always roiled at my core, blacker than a night sky without stars.
I asked. A blazing answer of power poured forth, shooting up my spine, along every limb. Then my feet were feet no longer, but great striped paws. My clothes ripped and fell away as I gathered my back legs to leap forward thirty feet per stride. It felt so good to stretch and run. The rain bounced off my coat, no longer a nuisance. Darkness was my time to hunt, and every sound, every scent, every current of air bent to my will.
I laid my tufted ears back, shook my whiskers, and roared.
At the sound, Lazar pelted across the grass even faster. But my great galloping bounds ate up the ground between us. He ran past my favorite tree, the lightning tree, and I heard another engine rev. My ears flicked forward. The gray van was still behind us, keeping to the road, but ahead, alongside the park, another van waited, engines on, but headlights off.
Damn it. The Tribunal was thorough.
Just three more leaps, and I'd have Lazar between my paws once more. The side door of the van up ahead slid open. A figure in gray aimed a rifle at me and fired.
I zigged left, putting the lightning tree between me and the gun. Something thunked into the trunk, and I smelled the silver-laced tranquilizer the Tribunal used on shifters. So they weren't trying to kill me. Yet.
No time to wonder why. Lazar was steps from the van. I gathered all the power in my back legs and jumped.
Lazar ducked into the van as I left the ground, while the man with the rifle followed my arc with his gun and pulled the trigger. But I was going faster, farther than he reckoned, and the dart zoomed harmlessly beneath me.
I went farther than even I had wanted. I'd asked my body for all it had without thinking enough about accuracy, and instead of launching myself into the van, I arced completely over it to land on the other side. In my astonishment, I stumbled slightly as I hit pavement, then rolled, coming to my feet.
I looked up to see Lazar staring at me through the rain-smeared window of the van, eyes wide in amazement. Then the tires spun hard, and the vehicle took off. I lashed my tail and sent them off with a roar that made the raindrops fly.
The van vanished into the mist. Still energized with anger, I turned and ran at the lightning tree, jumping onto its rough, familiar trunk, digging in my claws to climb higher. The tree was closely linked to Othersphere, vibrating with shadow, and it drew me like the scent of blood. Better the neighbors saw a naked girl than a tiger in the treetops. But I didn't want to shift back to my human form just yet.
Being a tiger felt so right, so perfect, especially near the lightning tree. A current of power seemed to flow from deep within it up through my paws. I was atop the world now, invincible, at one with all, yet more myself than ever.
As I watched Lazar's van screech toward the freeway, I felt as if I could leap onto it even now and tear its roof off with one swipe.
"Desdemona!" I turned to see our sedan headed toward me, Richard at the wheel, my mom in the passenger seat, her head out the window, yelling.
So much for Tiger Queen rules the world. I climbed down and then dropped to the ground as Mom got out of the car, clutching a thick terry-cloth robe, and ran on her tiptoes across the squelchy grass to me.
"Are you all right?" She patted my neck as I butted my head into her waist, automatically marking her as mine. "What the hell were they doing? Richard couldn't find anything different about the house. They didn't take anything we could see, and left nothing behind."
She draped the robe over my long back. It was drenched already, as was she, but when I shifted back to my human form, at least I had something to cover me up.
"It was Lazar," I said, pushing long damp strands of hair from my face.
"Caleb's brother?" She blinked back water drops, one hand massaging her stomach, looking faintly sick.
I nodded. "I have no idea why he was here. And he seemed kind of ... I don't know. Different."
Mom's eyelids fluttered more rapidly. She looked pale, even considering the greenish light of the street lamp. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"I ... something's wrong," she managed to say, staggering a few steps to lean against the lightning tree. Then she clutched her stomach with both hands and doubled over.
"Mom? Did they do something to you? Richard!" I screamed at the car.
Mom gasped. "I feel this way in dreams, sometimes...." Then, as if the texture would sustain her, she ran her hands up the bumpy bark of the tree, tilting her head back to stare up into its branches, her eyes glassy.
Then she curled her fingers into the tree, and I saw long, shiny claws cut into the wood. Thunder boomed deafeningly as lightning flared just a few feet away, knocking me flat on my back. A smell of ozone cut the air.
But my mother still stood by the tree, looking somehow taller than usual. Her hair, which should have been brown and limp with rain, looked long and red. Another bolt of lightning shot up between her feet, illuminating yellow-green eyes that were usually hazel.
"Mom?" I said, suddenly not sure who stood before me.
"The storm." It came out of her like a growl. Her voice, normally sweet and slightly high-pitched, now sounded like she'd spent her life drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes.
She swiveled her head to me with an odd, unnatural suddenness, like a marionette. "I came in the midst of the eternal storm that I might speak to you, my daughter."
"Who ...?" I started to say. Richard was getting out of the car. He'd be here any second. "What's going on?"
"I can only speak to you briefly here and now." Lightning stabbed up at the sky all around her, raising the hairs on my arms, and haloing her head like a crown. Thunder shook the ground.
Richard came to a pounding halt beside me, one arm up to shield his eyes from the terrible brightness. "My God, my God, Caroline!"
"Even I, who rule here, may not long endure this tempest," she said, in that dusky voice that cut through the crackling and rumbling. "But you must learn who you are."
My mouth went dry. "Who are you?" It came out as a whisper, a gasp.
A bolt of lightning bigger than the tree itself thrust up from the ground where she stood. The deafening boom knocked Richard to his knees.
Mom screamed in agony, draining every ounce of blood from my heart. Then she cried out something as more lightning danced around her, but I couldn't hear through the explosions. I caught just a word here or there, like the voice on my malfunctioning iPod. "Never ... belong ... Amba!"
Then the lightning was gone, and the thunder and the claws, leaving nothing but my tiny, wet mother leaning against an old oak tree in her bathrobe. She crumpled into the mud and lay still.
Chapter TwoAccording to the doctor in the ER, Mom's tests showed that she'd had a seizure but would suffer no long-term effects. Her MRI showed activity in what he called "some unusual areas" of her brain. We took her home later in the morning armed with pointless anti-seizure meds and a mandate to keep her hydrated.
Richard and I didn't say much to each other as we made her comfortable in bed, but we both knew this wasn't a case of dehydration or a sudden onset of epilepsy.
It was all my fault. I'd brought her to the lightning tree. Somehow her proximity to it or to me had triggered something from Othersphere. Something that called me "my daughter" and used the word "Amba." Both my teacher Morfael and my enemy Ximon had used that word when referring to me.
I didn't allow myself to think too much just yet about who or what had been speaking through Mom. She had adopted me when I was nearly two years old from a Russian orphanage. No one knew who my biological parents were, and no tiger-shifters had been heard from in over twenty years. The remaining otherkin whispered that they'd all been wiped out by the Tribunal, that I was the last of my kind.
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Dez and the others involved in ending the Ximon’s plans in Otherkin have all had their homes broken in to. They discover that every one of them is missing something that contains their DNA. Deciding that this can not be good and Ximon must be up to something again Dez and gang head out to the new school. Choices are made, secrets are kept and Dez might have to sacrifice her love for saving the world. An enemy is helping her and her friends and family don’t understand, leaving her isolated from the group. Facing obstacles at every turn, Dez must rely on her inner-strength to make sure they all survive, even when it might cost her everything she holds dear. I honestly can’t say more about the storyline without giving something essential away and I much rather you discover this brilliant story for your self. I will say that this was an action packed, mystery, adventure that you should positively read. I really loved the characters and enjoyed their interaction and emotional depth. I was a little lost in the beginning, I did not read Otherkin, so I did have to play some catch up. That being said, I will undoubtedly be back reading this series because it’s definitely a YA series that I want to follow. This ARC copy of Othermoon was given to me by Netgalley and Kensington Publishing Corp. - K-Teen in exchange for an honest review. Publish Date January 29, 2013.
In Berry’s follow up to Otherkin we are instantly thrown back into the action. The Tribunal have broken into each of the shifters homes, not to kill them, but to still their hairbrushes. Right away Dez is on alert and with the strange incidents happening with her mother, she knows that they need to assemble at the school and figure out what is going on. Dez has grown into her shifter abilities but as a result she has become even more stubborn. I have a feeling that is a natural trait with all tiger shifters and maybe that is the reason that most shifters are not fans of tigers. Dez does continue to make mistakes but in her head they are for the good of the people she loves. Her love of Caleb becomes blurred when Caleb’s half-brother and Tribunal baddie, Lazar, steps back into the picture. This time Lazar wants to help the shifters. He supposedly has seen the light and wants nothing to do with his father. Instead he wants help from the shifters to escape the Tribunal but the other shifters except for his sister, Amaris who has already escaped and is helping the shifters, don’t believe him and think it is a trick. I think if it wasn’t for Caleb’s sudden jealous streak there would not be a love triangle. Unfortunately, as with most YA books, there is one now but it doesn’t deter from the main part of the storyline. I did find myself seeing Lazar as not the enemy but as a tortured soul who is truly looking for a way out from under his father’s tyrannical rule. The only part that was hard for me to accept was how easy Dez trusted Lazar who previously tried to kill Dez and her family. At times the action does read a bit heavy but all in all Berry does an excellent job in keeping the action rolling page after page. With each new revelation I was riveted to the pages wondering what will happen next. (ARC provided by publisher in exchange for an honest review)
Othermoon is the second book of the Otherkin trilogy. Dez, the main protagonist, is a shapeshifter. In here, the characters shift into different animals, depending on what group they belong to. One of the major reasons I love this series is because I'm a huge fan of animals, and it's always interesting to read about them in detail. Othermoon starts off exactly where where Otherkin stops. The best thing is that Nina Berry does remind us about what happened in Othermoon, and that's definitely a bonus for people who have a short term memory, like me. The tribunal break into each of the other kin's houses, and take a piece of object. Wanting to figure out why that is. the other kin decide to meet. That's where we get to reunite with the other amazing other kin; London, November, Siku, and Arnaldo. Let's not forget the objurers; Caleb, and his sister, Amaris.Another thing I really love about this trilogy are the characters! It's not only concentrated in one or two, but the whole group. In this book, we did get to learn more about Arnaldo's family, and Siku, November, and even London. What's also very interesting, was Lazar. The bad boy from the Tribunal. Many shocking things happen, and we also learn so many things about Lazar, that I kind of prefer him more to Caleb now. *sorry* The action in this book is kick butt. Though I do have to admit, sometimes it was a bit too detailed, that I had to skim through it and get to the exciting part. As usual, the writing style is great, Nina berry always making us want to read more and never wanting to put the book down.Overall, I really did enjoy Otherkin. The characters were absolutely great to read about, there was a new twist to the romance that made it 10x exciting, and the action was totally awesome! I definitely cannot wait to read the third, and final book in the trilogy. For now, I'm most excited to see about where the romance will be headed, because the cliffhanger is killing me. I really do recommend this trilogy to all paranormal readers out there!
Couldn't put it down. First 2 books were so good I didn't leep much for a couple days. Was exstatic when I found out there was a third book. Can't wait to get my hands on it!
Love these books!!!!!
I thought this was alright. Dez and her friends can't get away from the Tribunal. An unlikely ally helps them to bring down a major plan the Tribunal was planning on executing. While there was plenty action, there was also plenty of drama. I was getting a little tired of Dez's self-righteousness. I could see a little bit of her side of things, but most of the time it was just plain irritating. The whole issue with her and Caleb too. Ugh. This is why I hate insta-love, because there is always insta-problems. It just seemed like the story wanted to revolve around that. Blech. Other than that, I thought the story wasn't too bad.
In 'Othermoon', Dez is at it again with new obstacles to face and more mysteries she must solve about herself and her new world. This was a solid sequel in a wonderful YA fantasy series that keeps the reader coming back for more. The characters continued to be interesting and well written with realistic personalities. Dez's character continues to grow and change throughout this book, and I really enjoyed watching her coming into her power and place with the Otherkin. There's definitely more romance in this book than the first, but I feel that it only added to the story and made things more interesting - it didn't detract from the main plot of the book at all, but intertwined with it. I continued to enjoy reading as much as I could about the Otherkin and their world. The author writes about them with such vivid descriptions and detailed histories that I get completely sucked into the story from the start. The plot for this book was definitely as interesting as the first, but contained more action and romance - which definitely kept me reading as fast as I could to see what was going to happen. The pace was fast but not rushed, and the writing was again incredibly well done. Very highly recommended for fans of shifter series and fans of YA fantasy/paranormal fiction. Disclosure: I received a copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.
It was a good sequel but i did't like the ending at all...thanks a lot Nina Berry..
Entertaining and it holds your interest. I look forward to more books in this series.
This book has it all. A budding romance continued from book one, mystery, violence, hate, distrust, fun, and mystery. This is turning into a great series, it's young adult, but, I love it and I'm anything but young
Does this have anything tondo with tigers?