Othersphereby Nina Berry
This new series is sure to be a hit! RT Book Reviews, 4 stars
I always wanted to know where I came from. Now that knowledge could destroy me.
Dez thought she knew who her mother was, who she was. Thought she had friends, a boy who loved her, and a school where she finally fit in.
But across the veil linking our world and the next lurks a/i>
This new series is sure to be a hit! RT Book Reviews, 4 stars
I always wanted to know where I came from. Now that knowledge could destroy me.
Dez thought she knew who her mother was, who she was. Thought she had friends, a boy who loved her, and a school where she finally fit in.
But across the veil linking our world and the next lurks a monster which can annihilate. . .or liberate her. Now she must confront it there with help from one boy who loves her and one who can't stand the sight of her.
Dez thought she understood her tiger form, her deepest self. But in this treacherous place, she'll have to choose between the two halves of her souland determine which world survives.
"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!"
The third and final installment of the Otherkin series reunites readers with Dez and the other shifters at Morfael's school for otherkin just six weeks after their bittersweet triumph over Ximon and the Tribunal (Othermoon, 2013). Despite a passionate new love, Dez can't seem to shake the feelings of guilt over Siku's tragic death and Caleb's disappearance. Torn between her love for two brothers and the desire to know with certainty who she truly is and where she belongs, Dez once again finds herself battling demons from the Othersphere and confronting newfound and sometimes difficult truths about her biological family. Of the three books in the series, this is by far the weakest. Steamy love scenes are few and far between. Intriguing relationships, like the burgeoning lesbian love affair between London and Amaris, are never explored in any sort of meaningful or satisfying manner. And after spending the two previous novels loving to hate the deliciously evil Ximon, readers anxious for one final, climactic confrontation with the leader of the Tribunal will be left disappointed. While fans of the series may be left longing for the novel that could have been, Dez's quest to belong remains an intriguing plotline, and there are enough action sequences and otherworldly adventures to keep readers from giving out halfway through. All things considered, it's a disappointing denouement. (Paranormal romance. 14 & up)
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By NINA BERRY
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I balanced carefully on the first step of the ladder, the folded wallpaper in one hand, and used the other to steady myself as I moved up. My eyes became level with the toes of Lazar's worn brown boots, pointing at me from the other side of the ladder.
"Hey, look," I said. "You under-pronate more on your left foot than your right." And I grinned up at him.
From the top of the ladder, his tousled golden head haloed by the skylight above, Lazar smiled down at me. "I love it when you talk dirty."
My cheeks got hot, and I ducked my head down to stare at my own feet and took another slow step up the ladder. The knees of Lazar's jeans came into view, both blotched with a Rorschach of wallpaper paste.
Even after nearly four weeks of us, well, dating, I guess you could call it, it still surprised me when Lazar said anything risqué. He was normally such a gentleman, one with even less dating experience than I had. His strict father had never allowed him to go out with anyone, so I still couldn't quite believe it whenever he said or did something suggestive.
I moved up again on the ladder, the walls narrowing around me, and my eyes came level with Lazar's thighs. I concentrated on making sure I didn't drop the wallpaper as I put my foot on the next rung. Hello, Lazar's belt buckle.
"In that case," I said, staring at the simple brass clasp and brown leather above his fly, "you're going to wish you knew what I'm thinking now."
His hips shifted slightly. "But I can imagine."
I took a hasty step up. My stomach had the jitters. It scared me sometimes, that I could feel anything for someone other than my ex-boyfriend, Caleb, gone who-knows-where for six weeks now. Scarier still was that any feeling could push through the overwhelming grief that overwhelmed us all. Siku had been killed six weeks ago today.
Time to change the subject. "It's still hard to believe that wallpaper can block wi-fi signals from getting out and infrared scans from getting in," I said. After we'd destroyed the particle accelerator built by Lazar's father, Ximon, Ximon and his remaining men had fled. At Lazar's urging, we'd plundered the abandoned facilities, taking whatever equipment we could that remained undamaged. This high-tech wallpaper had been one of our best finds, and once this skylight well was done, the whole school would be shielded.
Lazar's shirt rode up as he lifted his arms to check the primer on the wall beside the skylight, treating me to a glimpse of taut six-pack abs with twin vertical lines gliding alongside his hipbones.
I swayed slightly.
"You think I made it all up just to get you on this ladder with me?" Lazar placed a warm steady hand on my arm to help me to the next rung.
"I wouldn't put it past you." My head moved past the top of the ladder, eyes now at the level of his chest. When I glimpsed it this way, up close, in a simple blue T-shirt, I couldn't help thinking of Caleb. Although, Caleb's T-shirt would have been black. The half-brothers were so different in many ways, one blond, the other dark. Lazar was polite, reserved, more innocent and yet more wounded than the sophisticated, reckless Caleb, who had been all over the world and hadn't endured life with their abusive, manipulative father, Ximon.
But they did have the same shoulders and strong arms corded with lean muscle, and the same strong chin, high cheekbones, and thick, expressive eyebrows, even if their coloring was different.
And they had the same taste in girls. At least in one girl.
I rose another step, trying not to stare at the cords of muscle on either side of Lazar's long neck, or just above that, his lips, a bit fuller than Caleb's.
Stop comparing him to Caleb all the time. He's his own person.
"Can you blame me?" His eyes, caramel brown where Caleb's were black, sparkled with mischief. Then he bent down and kissed me.
He kissed more softly than Caleb, more gently. I leaned into him, the top of the ladder pressing against my chest, the wallpaper still in one hand.
He put his other hand on my ribs, next to my breast, and lifted me bodily up to stand on the next rung so that we were almost the same height. My lips opened beneath his.
There was something irresistible about Lazar's neck. I put my free palm over the vulnerable spot at the back where his hairline ended and slid my fingers up into his thick, silky hair.
He pulled me closer, his hand sliding up inside my T-shirt, fingers tracing the upper edges of my demi-bra. My nerves sparked, whole body flushed with heat. There was nothing but warm skin under my fingers, the taste of Lazar's sweet mouth, and his hand trailing fire.
The ladder rocked.
"Whoa!" We broke apart. I dropped the folded square of off-white wallpaper. It wafted down to land against a leg of the ladder.
Lazar put one steadying hand on the wall, and reality came rushing back in. When we did that, when he scooped me up and pressed me against him, I forgot about the hole in my heart left by Siku's death, and the achingly painful wound caused by Caleb was anaesthetized.
"My fault," he said, descending the ladder with light quick steps and stooping to pick up the paper.
"Mine, too." I mimicked him, flitting down the ladder and jumping down next to him, one hand on his shoulder.
He dropped the wallpaper and grabbed me, something dangerous in his eyes. I gasped, and he stopped my mouth with a kiss more urgent than any other we'd shared. His belt buckle scraped against my abdomen and he pressed my body against the length of his. I could feel every hard muscle on his frame. His hand supporting my lower back skated lower, lingered over my curves there, and then descended more to grip in and around my back inside thigh.
I writhed, held fast. A moan escaped me. He kept his hand there and lifted me up, off the ground, guiding my leg around his waist. The other leg wrapped around, too, my feet locking together behind his back as my hands pulled his T-shirt up so I could slide my hand over his smooth bare back.
My hip pocket buzzed. For a wild minute, I though Lazar was somehow making that happen. Then it buzzed again, and I realized. It was my phone.
"Ignore it," he said and bit my shoulder lightly. I shuddered.
The phone buzzed again, and through the heated red fog in my brain, I remembered one thing, one reason not to ignore my phone. A reason I couldn't reveal to Lazar.
"I'm sorry," I said, unwrapping my legs from around him and pulling away reluctantly. "I have to get it if it's my mom."
He lowered me, but his hand loitered a long moment, caressing, before I tugged myself away. His blond hair was pushed to one side from my hands, his eyes bright and hot.
The phone stopped buzzing. I looked down. It was the alert I'd been waiting for. Why did it have to happen now?
"I have to call her back," I said. A lie. "I'm so sorry."
His eyebrows angled in puzzlement. "For being such a good kisser?"
I laughed, more out of unrelieved tension and desire than anything else. "Well, my ability there is kind of criminal."
He laughed, running a hand through his hair, and nodded.
"Just sorry to, you know ..." I looked down. "To not be moving things along faster. I want to, but ..."
"Between us?" He put his hands on my arms, rubbing them lightly. "I know. I'm sorry for pushing."
"No, no, no." I leaned my forehead against his chest. He smelled like incense and amber, mixed with a little wallpaper paste. "I like it. Just please keep being patient with me."
"The past couple of months have been full of troubles," he said. "The psalms say at such a time to search your heart and be silent." He smiled, the dimple showing in his cheek. "I haven't allowed you much time for that."
I shook my head. "You've been great. Sorry, but I really need to ..."
He exhaled, shaking his head in amused resignation, and waved me away. "Go. I got this." And he started back up the ladder with the wallpaper strip.
I backed up, checking my phone to confirm. It wasn't a call; it was an alert I'd set up. Amaris had just received a Skype call from an unidentified number. The first time anyone had called her since Caleb had left.
I hadn't been spying on Amaris. Well, sort of. I was keeping tabs on her calls because I knew that if Caleb got in touch with anyone, it would be his beloved half-sister.
Okay, so monitoring her phone calls is an invasive violation. I felt bad about it. But compared to all the other terrible things I'd done recently, this barely registered.
I looked up at Lazar, now back at the top of the ladder, holding up the strip of wallpaper, aligning it just so. He trusted me, and I was about to violate that. I nearly put the phone away then. I wanted to shake the legs of the ladder and bring him back down to finish what we'd started.
I just need to know Caleb's okay. Then I'll be able to move forward.
"See you later," I said.
He grinned down at me. "Shirker."
"Workaholic." I smiled back, not quite as broadly, and left, straightening my T-shirt as I moved with practiced quiet out of the boys' dorm into the hallway. A sliver of light reflected off the whitewashed walls from the half-closed door of the main computer room. We had monitors and wi-fi throughout the school now, thanks to Lazar, but I sensed movement in the computer room. Sliding into the darkest corner of the hall, I stilled and waited.
Within a minute, Amaris darted out of the computer room, completely unaware of me, and dashed up the steps, doing her best to be quiet. She had her heavy winter coat in hand. She was sneaking out of school, and that could only be for one reason: to see Caleb.
It was wrong to secretly follow her. That fact alone should have stopped me, but it didn't.
She'll never know, I told myself as I padded up the stairs after her. If she did find out about it, Amaris would forgive me.
Caleb wouldn't. But Caleb still hadn't forgiven me for going behind his back to meet up with his hated half-brother, Lazar. Twice.
And because of me, Siku was dead. If I hadn't fallen for Ximon's trap ... Stop it! Don't think about that now, or you'll get clumsy and she'll hear you.
Besides, I hadn't seen Caleb in six weeks, and no one else had heard from him since. It was making me more than a little crazy. Any chance to learn more had to be taken. Just a glimpse of him was all I needed, the knowledge that he was alive and well would sustain me through this, the worst time of my life.
I could hear Arnaldo's voice in the dining area, giving his two younger brothers a lesson in shifter history—the jaguarshifter kings of ancient Central America—so I avoided that area and went straight to the front door of the school, grabbing my own coat off the hooks there. I slipped out in time to see Amaris zip up her coat and head for the garage.
I lurked behind some trees next to the hill the garage was concealed under until she backed the SUV out and turned it around. Then I walked in myself, ignoring Raynard's red pickup truck, and headed right for the ancient motorcycle.
The SUV was moving away pretty quickly now. The motorcycle's engine sputtered and nearly died before I remembered and put one foot to the ground, focusing on sending all my anxiety down into the earth. Technology had a tendency to stop working around me, particularly when I got emotional. Wearing the Shadow Blade around my waist all the time had helped with that a lot, and I was wearing it now. But I'd also gotten better at directing my feelings into something natural like soil or wood so that my anti-tech vibrations didn't destroy the metal I was touching. I'd also improved at using it to deliberately sabotage technology, but this was not one of those times.
Tonight I was particularly tense. Amaris was sneaking out to see Caleb because he wanted to avoid me. I wasn't sure how it would feel to see him again, knowing he hated me. I couldn't let him see me, or he'd despise me all the more for invading his sister's private life.
I had a nice boyfriend now. True, he reminded me of my first boyfriend because they were half-brothers, but that shouldn't matter. I really should let Caleb go.
The red lights of the SUV got smaller as it disappeared down a hill, leaving only tire tracks in the snow.
And what if Lazar finds out?
I pushed that thought into an imaginary Dumpster and kicked the bike into first gear, carefully coordinating the throttle and clutch. Ice-covered tree branches brushed my face as I lifted my feet from the ground and puttered forward. I couldn't follow too closely, or else even Amaris, with her ordinary human ears, would hear the noisy old machine's engine.
I let the SUV's taillights disappear before I sped up, teeth clenched so I wouldn't bite my tongue as the threadbare tires of the bike clomped and bounced over the unpaved road. I got close enough to see Amaris turn right when she got to the main road, heading south.
Once on the graded asphalt, I could go a little faster. The wind buffeted my ears and forced me to squint into the cold. It was late February up in Nevada's Spring Mountains. Old piles of snow rimed with dirty ice lined the road. In the spare light of the stars, the frosty evergreens spread over the peaks like a chilly green-black cloak.
I'd followed Caleb like this not long ago, when he had sneaked away from the first location of the school to meet Amaris. That was before I'd known they were brother and sister. Perhaps it was fitting that I was making the same trek now behind Amaris to meet Caleb. Maybe this trip would also lead to a life-altering revelation.
Or maybe I was a crazy person with a propensity for stalking people.
Before long, Amaris turned the SUV downhill onto Kyle Canyon Road, and we swooped out of the mountains into the spare beauty of the desert at night. The landscape flattened out in a hurry, and the trees vanished in favor of low scrub and a lot of dirt and sand. It was very dark before moonrise, but my acute night vision made it easy to keep tabs on the lights from the SUV without using the motorcycle's headlight.
A glow up ahead resolved itself into lights around a building, and Amaris stepped on the brakes to slow down, about to turn into the complex. I remembered the place from the many times we'd driven past—a modest but attractive resort catering to hikers and snowboarders spending a weekend in the Spring Mountains, away from the hustle of Las Vegas, but still equipped with slots in the lobby and the bar.
The SUV pulled into the far end of a half-empty parking lot, away from the cluster of trucks and family vans closer to the main entrance to the resort. Warm light spilled from wide glass windows there, and music with a driving beat announced a party. Figures were bouncing around, dancing, and a woman in a long white dress twirled into view, held by a man in a black suit. A wedding reception. It must be Saturday night. Weeknights and weekends blended into one when you studied at Morfael's school for otherkin.
I drove onto the groomed dirt alongside the parking lot and came to a stop. The SUV's lights went dark, but Amaris did not emerge. She had to be waiting for Caleb, which meant I would wait, too. I killed the bike's engine and climbed off to walk it farther away from the arc of the resort's light so I could sit in deeper darkness.
My eyes went to the bright windows and the celebration ongoing behind them. The bride was petite, with a curly cap of dark hair, and the groom towered over her. They were laughing and stepping on each other's feet, until he leaned down and swept her up in his arms, to dance with her that way.
I heard calls of "Good-bye!" and an older woman emerged from the double doors at the front of the resort, buttoning up her coat. An early departer heading home.
A long black car rumbled into the parking lot, and Amaris's SUV flashed its lights twice. Alertness pulled me up straighter. The vehicle looked vintage, an old-time muscle car from the 70s, and exactly like something Caleb would steal for himself if he had to. Before we'd met, Caleb had made his way by taking whatever he needed whenever he needed it. He'd probably gone back to those old habits in order to stay alive now.
I crouched and inched closer to Amaris's SUV as the muscle car approached it. The car's windows were darkened, but I zeroed in on the driver and peered closer. Thank you, cat-shifter night vision. I discerned a familiar brooding silhouette, the strong nose, the square jaw, the unruly black hair, and my heart rumbled with a guilty ache along with the car's engine. It was Caleb.
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This is the final book in the Otherkin trilogy, and I'm sad to say that this was actually my least favorite of the three. I was pretty excited to start yet another adventure with all the shape-shifters, but I just did not enjoy the plot of the book! I felt like it dragged on too much, and I just didn't care for the plot that much compared to the characters themselves. If you've read my reviews of the first two, you would already know how much I really love the characters here. Dez, the tiger shifter, is a great protagonist, though she kind of annoyed me at some points here. I think another reason for not enjoying this book as much is because there wasn't much of the shape shifters all together. I loved reading about their adventures together, and them not spending much time together here bothered me. To be honest, I actually hated the plot. It felt boring for me, and there wasn't much humor in the book. I felt like it was all too serious. I wanted more friendship, more romance, and more humor. All I ended up getting was just too much action. I guess there was just a problem with the balance here. The world building was great as always, and we really did learn a lot of Dez in this final installment. I also really wanted to slap November here. She pissed me off so much, and I actually remember her being nice in the two previous books. I was a bit sad to see the series over, but I was glad it still ended in a good way. Overall, the Otherkin trilogy was a great trilogy full of friendship, romance, and action. The writing is great, and the world building is constructed very well. If you are a fan of paranormal, fantasy, and romance, I really do recommend this trilogy as it contains a mix of all three! I really did hope that I would have enjoyed the last book a bit more, but I still really enjoyed this trilogy. I will definitely be looking out for Nina Berry's future books!
I truly enjoyed reading this trilogy, I found Nina's writing style to be intriguing and even had moments where I would sit back and try to imagine what a world would be like where the powers that were described in this story would be like outside of a fictional title. The method in which she gave the reader glimpses into Othersphere, first by the appearance of her mother at the Lightning Tree at the end of the first book, to showing the veined moon and a parallel glimpse into Othersphere at the conclusion of the second book, helped the reader make the transition into this other realm that is explained in a little more depth in this concluding title. As a Teen fiction type of book, it held onto the type of style that is commonly found in many other Teen titles I've found. There's angst, a little inter fighting between comrades, a slight nod to a love story, in this case a tug-o-war between two males and the main character. And though there are romantic moments and situations that become suggestive, Nina never crosses a line that would push a Teen title into an Adult title in terms of sexual content. Even the violence, though conflict is the norm for the beings described in this story is commonplace, it still remains very PG-13 I found. My only regret, which is for the 4 star rating instead of 5, is how little we came to know the true villain of the story. His appearance is very strong and effective, but I personally felt as if perhaps his presence could not have been used a little more, if even slightly softer throughout the series. Not to take away from the threat of the Tribunal, but to give readers something to question about, reasons for why and how things are happening, leading up to the final confrontation of the last book. But, all in all, I found it to be a very enjoyable read and would certainly recommend it to anyone who wants to broaden their own fictional reading base some.
I thought it was alright. Most of the time it just seemed like the story revolved around boy troubles. Frustrating at times on how she handles things when it came to that. When it wasn't focusing on that, the story was good. I liked how the author described all of Othersphere and the creatures that lived there. The ending seemed rushed. All the action happened in the last bit of the story which was a bummer. Overall I thought the series was okay. I didn't hate it nor loved it.
Othersphere (Otherkin #3) by Nina Berry Tiger shifter Desdemona Grey, aka Dez, faces a lot of challenges in Otherspher. She still has feeling for her ex-boyfriend Caleb, who left in the previous book and came back in book three. She is now dating his brother Lazar. They need to face the boys' dad, Ximon and the Tribunal, in their quest against shifters. To top things off, she needs to deal with her biological parents Orgoli & Khutulun agendas. Othersphere is the last book in the Otherkin Trilogy. I admit I skipped over books one and two. I seem to be doing this more and more even though I hate reading books out of sequence. Anyway, I had no problem following the book. Nina Berry does a great job of recapping necessary past events. I would appreciate this, even if I did read the other two books because when waiting six months to a year between books one needs a reminder. Heck, I have read books back to back and sometimes still needed a reminder of things that happened. Othersphere was a great story. There is a ton of action and subplots. Nina Berry keeps you guessing at what is going to happen next. The detail and creativity that Nina Berry put into the development of Othershere are noteworthy. It is an amazing world. I was easily able to visualize her creation. The characters are well developed. I especially enjoyed the love triangle between Dez, Caleb, and Lazar. You could easily understand what she sees in both the brothers and felt for the characters and what they experienced. I definitely enjoyed the story and would go back to read the previous books as well as seek out future Nina Berry novels. ARC provided publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
'Othersphere' is the final installment in the Otherkin trilogy and a magnificent ending to Dez's story. I was immediately sucked back into the world that the author created as soon as I started reading this book, and I didn't come up for air until I was finished. There's a ton happening in this book, but it flows very well together and doesn't overwhelm or confuse the reader. Dez continues to be a great leading lady - realistic but with flaws such as self doubt. I really loved her as the main character in this series - she's definitely a strong female lead that makes a great heroine. The other characters were well written too, all with distinctive personalities along with their own strengths and weaknesses. By the end of the series I felt like I knew each of the major characters on a personal level - which made me all the more invested in the outcome of the story. The plot in this final book was fantastic - it was full of action, fantasy, adventure, and romance, but it also deals with more serious issues like loyalty, love, family, and accepting who you really are. It sends a great message underneath all the shifter action. The writing was nothing less than wonderful, which isn't always the case with the last book in a series. I've found that some books in a series get increasingly worse - whether it be the plot, the writing, or both - as the end draws near, but this series is an exception. Every book in this trilogy was exceptionally well written and engages the reader in the world that the author creates. This final book has it's own plot with obstacles, romance, and the final outcome, but it also ties up loose ends for the series and doesn't leave the reader hanging with unanswered questions. It was a great ending to an awesome series that I highly recommend to everyone who enjoys YA fiction, especially fantasy and paranormal. Disclosure: I received a copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.
With all great series, there is excitement but a little sorrow at their conclusion. Othersphere was a resplendent ending to a glorious adventure. Of course, I was left still wanting more. Berry kept me on the edge of my seat with the romantic tension while giving me a resolution that I could support. Perfect closure to a perfectly spectacular series. Marvelous revelations are exposed. Splendid and unexpected twist and turns highlight this non-stop, suspense filled story line. Thank you Ms. Berry for this phenomenal trip into the world of the Otherkin. I received this ARC copy of Othersphere from Kensington Books - K-Teen in exchange for a honest review. This book is set for publication December 31, 2013.