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The Fallen Prince
     

The Fallen Prince

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by Shea Berkley
 

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There is a magical realm that exists alongside the human realm, but it wasn't always so. The firsts are beings who were created to nurture the land. The world was split into two realms, and the firsts were allowed to redeem themselves. Sadly, the majority continued with their self-indulgent behavior to the point where one of their own, a king, became so obsessed

Overview

There is a magical realm that exists alongside the human realm, but it wasn't always so. The firsts are beings who were created to nurture the land. The world was split into two realms, and the firsts were allowed to redeem themselves. Sadly, the majority continued with their self-indulgent behavior to the point where one of their own, a king, became so obsessed with power, he was secretly banished by the court in hopes his absence would calm the masses. But a spark of madness was ignited and not even the lost king's absence could curtail what he set in motion.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781620612255
Publisher:
Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date:
02/05/2013
Series:
Keepers of Life Series , #2
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
330
Sales rank:
817,802
File size:
2 MB
Age Range:
12 - 18 Years

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The Fallen Prince

A Keepers of Life Novel


By Shea Berkley, Stacy Abrams, Kaleen Harding

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2013 Shea Berkley
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62061-225-5



CHAPTER 1

Part One

Be aware. The rumbling of lies can sound like truth.


Disappearing

Dinner is over, and I slouch onto the porch swing. I should be one damaged piece of flesh. Thanks to Kera and the healing power she stole from Navar, there are only a few, faint visible scars on my skin, scars that could've appeared from a skateboarding accident or a rough game of football. No one would know I've been skewered and sliced by an angry mob of mythological creatures. That I have to go back, that I have to tell Kera I have to go back ...

Outwardly, I'm normal, but something's changed within me. I keep chasing after what's different, but it stays one heartbeat ahead. If I think too long about it, my head aches.

Maybe the odd feeling is the reawakening of life. Of being out of the ICU at Mercy Hospital and back home. Back where everyone stares at me.

Today's newspaper lies abandoned on the porch swing next to me. I see the headline dashed across the front page: One dead. One missing. Where is Jason Delgato? The article asks if the two events that happened in less than a week are related. The reporter even suggests Jason had something to do with Pop's death, and that's why he ran. Guilt rips through me. I know what really happened, and Jason's family needs to know. Soon.

I angrily kick out, dragging my sneakers across the porch floor as I swing back. The night air cools my skin. I feel hotter than usual, like I've buried something that wants to come out. I'm so not me right now. I don't know what to think or how to feel. I'm lost — something I've never been before. Ignored, yes. Unloved, absolutely. But lost? Never.

The heat crawls from the pit of my stomach along my ribs and down my right bicep. I hold out my arm and rub at it. The sensation of heat continues to prickle down into my palm.

A flame bursts to life.

The swing stutters to a stop. What the ...?

The reddish-orange flame spits and bites and curls into itself. I snap my fist closed, snuffing it out.

My chest rises and falls, an erratic movement that squeezes air out more than lets it in. I can't look away from my hand, like it's suddenly not my own, like some mad scientist has interchanged my hand for some high-tech flaming one.

I'm not normal. I never have been, but this is crazy strange.

I get hold of myself and slow my breathing. The center of my palm itches. Is it burned? Scarred? Is the fire just waiting for oxygen to snap back to life? I crack my fingers open and peer beneath. Nothing. My fist tightens in panic. Did I imagine it?

No way. I'm not delusional. That's Mom's specialty. She's the one who acts like she's in some drama-laced, badly acted indie film about life on the edge. Breakdowns are her specialty. The more I think about her, and what she's done, the more the heat builds in my belly.

I unfold my fist and the fire reappears. I can feel the air heat around it.

"It can't be real," I say even as I watch the flame flicker and roil, expecting to feel the burn of pain. Nothing.

I died once ... sort of. More like, was given a time-out for being an idiot. I've been given another chance, and it seems like I'm going down the same crazy road I did last time.

If this is real, I can control it. Bend it. Shape it.

I tell the flame to crawl along my finger to the tip. It does. I stare at the dancing light. Wow, pretty freakin' awesome.

I roll it along each joint like a coin trick at a magic show. I bounce it back and forth between my palms. Sparks fly and flutter to the porch, where a few singe the wood. I call it back to my finger and burn my name into the armrest of the swing. The heat is so strong, I accidently burn through the wood. The hole smolders around the edges, the perfect beginning to a porch fire.

I stare at my hand. Glowing while I used my magic was bad enough, but being lit on fire is a whole new level of weird. I shake my hand, but instead of putting out the fire, a fireball spits toward the yard where the impact creates a basketball-sized hole. Another fireball hits the railing. Flames sputter and grow along the wood. I jump up and snuff out the flames with my bare hands. Smoke curls and slowly disappears. Grandpa's gonna be pissed when he sees that.

A flicker reappears in my palm. I sag back onto the swing and glare at my hand. Like I don't have enough problems. Why this? Why now?

The screen door bangs shut and I freeze. Kera stands outside the door, her long legs sprouting out of a pair of cut-off jean shorts, her shirt a flowing wisp of fabric that skims her hip bones. Her eyes lock on my hand and the flame dancing there. Hesitantly, she steps closer until she's within reach. I can see the fire's reflection in her horrified eyes.

"It doesn't burn," I say.

She doesn't say anything, only grasps my hand and rolls my fingers closed. The flame quietly dies.

"It's weird, I know, but that doesn't mean something's wrong."

"No, Dylan. Something is wrong." A strange look enters her eyes, like she no longer knows who I am.

I've never known Kera to be afraid. Her strength is what gave me hope when I couldn't go on. She was the only one who cared for me back then, and right now I need her to see me, not dwell on the weird shit that's going on. "It's okay. It's just a little fire."

"You can pretend all you want, but something is not right about us."

I stand and take her stiff body into my arms. She left her realm, her family and friends, her entire world and everything that's ever made sense to her, to be with me. It's something I never thought she'd do. I've got to stop thinking of me and be there for her.

"There's nothing wrong with us," I say. "We're good. It's just the power. Neither of us is used to it yet."

She struggles free and backs away. "That isn't it. In Teag, there is a sickness that can cause a first's power to surge. It lies dormant for years, but under the right circumstances, it flares to life. My father and everyone else would lock themselves away when it did. They live in fear of it because the surge is primeval. In some, it causes pain. In others, they cause pain to those around them."

"This," I say, nodding to my hand, "it doesn't hurt. I'm not in pain, Kera, and I'm not going to hurt you or anyone else."

"Everyone says that. There are stories. Bad stories ..."

"What has that got to do with us? We took this magic. It wasn't brought on by someone sneezing in our faces. We just need to get used to what we have. Instead of ignoring it, sooner or later you're going to have to accept what's been given to you."

"You're right." She rubs her forehead. "I'm not communicating this well. You say it's a blessing. I'm not so sure. There's something more going on inside us, like an infection, but we're not sick; we're changed. Really changed. I've wanted to be like everyone else for so long, and here it is finally inside me ... but I hesitate in using it. We took it. It's not ours. It's stolen magic, and stolen magic —"

She suddenly stops and focuses on my hand. Her look of horror morphs into one of fear, and it's directed straight at me. She turns and heads for the woods, a ghost of a shadow in the fading light.

"Kera," I yell, but she doesn't stop. "Damn it, Kera! Stop!"

What the hell is wrong with her? She just said she got what she's always wanted. Why is she acting like it's the worst thing ever? No, like I'm the worst thing ever.

The screen door slams again and Grandpa stops next to me. His hand falls on my shoulder. "What's all the yelling about?"

His hand feels heavy, restraining. Controlling. I'm not one of his war buddies he can boss around. I've got things under control. I shrug his hand off. "I don't know, she just left."

That she didn't stop when I called irritates me far more than it should, but I can't help it. She should listen to me. Bad stuff happens because she doesn't listen. I take off after her amid Grandpa's call to leave well enough alone. Anger bubbles up inside me, and I flip him off before I slam the back gate open and head for the woods.

I should've known using the bird was a bad idea. Grandpa's not one to let an insult lie. Being a cop, and a kick-ass war veteran, he expects to be shown some respect. And he should. He's earned it. But I'm not in the mood to humor anyone, and now I'm getting chased down by a guy who knows how to kill a man with his bare hands without the use of any magic. That scares even me.

There's only one thing to do. I speed up. If a guy has powers, he should use them, and I race away from Grandpa, following the scent of summer with an underlying aroma of burned sugar, a sure sign of Kera's sorrow and fear. That she might be afraid of me, of what I can do, doesn't sit well. It doesn't matter how fast I run, I can't seem to catch her. I pause in a clearing and reach out with my senses. Her trail has suddenly gone cold. I call, yelling her name over and over. She doesn't answer. It's like Mom all over again. One minute you're talking, the next she disappears without an explanation. Why am I always the one getting left behind?

The heat I felt on the swing swirls in my belly and crawls under my skin. My new power rockets through me so easily, driving up my frustration and anger. In no time, fire erupts, engulfing my whole body. I'm a walking torch. The ground beneath my feet sizzles and smokes. This isn't good. I know it, but I can't stop. This isn't me.

This uncontrollable monster that I've become since finding out I'm a first isn't me.

A sudden whack, and a burst of pain explodes in my head. I crumple to my knees before I pass out. When I claw my way back to consciousness, I'm bobbing upside down through the forest. The ugly work boots. The worn jeans. I know who's carrying me. Grandpa has me slung over his shoulder. I struggle to be free, but he slams his meaty palm on my backside. "Settle down. You, son, are a problem no one around here can afford to ignore."

I'm a problem? Great. I get how being dumped unexpectedly on their porch without them knowing I existed would test their hospitality. And when they found out I wasn't even human, well ... that would give anyone second thoughts. Deep down, I knew it was only a matter of time before the newness of having me around wore off and he'd want me gone, but honestly, I didn't think it would happen this soon. Did Grandma feel the same?

"What do you mean?" I say, my throat raw, my voice thick.

"Don't tell me you don't remember."

I don't. The pain in my head is killing me. I gingerly touch the back of my head and the lump that's there. "Did you hit me?"

"Damn straight, I did. You were mad as hell and burning a hole in the ground. I'm not overexaggerating when I say you could've burned down another stretch of forest with that trick. I'm putting the law down right here, right now. Fire is off-limits. Do you hear me?"

"What are you talking about?"

Grandpa stops and dumps me on my feet, steadying me so I won't fall. I spy the house through the trees. The old man has nearly carried me all the way home. I'm impressed and a little surprised. I take a good look at him.

A deep scowl digs into his face. "Your imitation of the burning man ... you don't remember doing that?"

"No."

"Kera running off. You following. Me following you because —"

"I flipped you the bird." I'm an idiot. A flaming hotheaded idiot.

"So you remember now."

"Sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not like that. I never get mad."

"Well, you do now, and I'm not too keen on the new you."

"Trust me. Neither am I." The woods are silent and I don't like what that implies. "Did you see Kera?"

"Nope. We'll see her when she wants to be seen."

That kind of blind faith freaks me out. I've got to let go and believe he's right.

Whatever Kera was trying to tell me, I think I understand a bit of it. "Ever since I went to Teag, things are different. Inside me. And now there's this fire. It showed up out of the blue."

Grandpa grabs my arm and pulls up my T-shirt sleeve to reveal the glowing silver brand. The death mark Sidon the Torturer gave me. Grandpa's fingers brush it, and he pulls away. "Still hot. Whatever's going on, it's not natural. But that doesn't mean you give in to your emotions like a spoiled brat."

He's right, but I don't like hearing it. I push down my sleeve, disturbed to see it glowing. It's never done that before. In fact, it's glowing so brightly now, it singes the material of my sleeve. I pull the fabric back up.

Grandpa's voice turns rough. "What's going on with that?"

"I don't know." The whole thing is smoking. I rub it, and when I do, the ground beneath our feet rumbles, shaking pine needles from the nearby trees, then stops.

Grandpa assesses the nearby damage and looks back at me, at my hand hovering over the glowing mark. "Tell me you didn't do that."

"No." At least I don't think I did. I take a deep breath and let it slowly out. The glow of my silver brand is fading, and I feel calm now.

Suddenly my brand flares, and the previous rumble seems tame compared to the deep shakes that toss us off our feet. Grandpa finds his footing, grabs the back of my shirt and yanks me to my feet. "Move it!" he yells.

I barely get ten feet away when the ground opens up and a fleshy pink spike spins its way out of the ground. Covered in loose dirt and as long as a city bus, it slips its body forward. A flap near the base of the spike flips up to reveal a huge eye. Blue as the sky, the eye looks around until it falls on me. The spike cracks open and spits forth more than a dozen bloodred tongues. Grandpa lets go of me and we split apart, each diving out of the way as the tongues snap toward us.

The house is so close. If I could just make it there and get my sword, I could do some real damage to this thing. Even as I think it, I see Kera racing toward us, my sword in her hand and a look of panic on her face. Grandma, Leo, the only friend I have besides Kera, and Leo's dad, Reggie, are right behind her.

The creature's head turns my way, its tongues lashing the air and scouring deep grooves into the tree trunks as it does. Grandpa grabs a long, thin, pointed tree branch and chucks it Spartan-style at the creature's eye. A glasslike film closes over the eye at the last second and the branch bounces away. I bend fully grown trees and slam them on its wriggling back, but a thick armor lies under the dirt clinging to its body.

"Forget what I said before," Grandpa yells. "Fire up, son."

I call fire to my palm and spit a thin stream at the monster. Not even a scorch mark appears. I try several more times with the same results. What the hell is wrong with me that when I need to bring the heat, nothing happens?

Kera throws my sword, tip over hilt, and it lands in the dirt at my feet. I pick it up and it flames to life. I spin free of one of the tongues, whirl around, and sear the tongue off. The creature lets out a mournful scream. I may have hurt it, but I've also ticked it off.

Reggie reaches Grandpa and chucks him a huge pump-action shotgun that holds ten rounds and a box of slugs. They each lock their bullets in their chambers, point, and fire. The gunshots split the air, again and again as they circle the monster, trying to find a weak spot, but its armor is too thick.

One of the tongues wraps around Leo's left arm. He stabs a sturdy kitchen knife into the tough flesh of the tongue and slips free. Yet his skin is red where the tongue had been, like he's been attacked by a jellyfish, and he doubles over in pain. Reggie is beside his son in an instant. His back is to the monster, a big mistake. I speed their way, and just as a tongue is about to grab him, I slash it clean through. Reggie whips around, his shotgun primed and aimed at me. There's a flash of indecision, no thanks for saving his life, only wondering if he should end mine. I don't stay close, and I, refocus on the monster. Another tongue lashes out and lifts Grandpa into the air. He fires his shotgun and shatters the monster's eye shield.

The multi-tongued glorified worm opens its mouth wide as it brings Grandpa close. Somehow Grandpa reloads and empties his rounds into the monster. "I'm out of ammo," he yells and tomahawks the gun into the monster's gaping maw.

Grandma screams and a look of horror clouds her face. She thinks he'll die, but I won't let that happen.

A rush of anger starts to burn in my gut. I run and jump, cutting through the base of several tongues, praying one of them holds Grandpa. Another unearthly cry rips the air and Grandpa is quickly slammed to the ground and rolls, cradling his arm as if it's been broken. Grandma rushes to him and helps him hobble free of the fight.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from The Fallen Prince by Shea Berkley, Stacy Abrams, Kaleen Harding. Copyright © 2013 Shea Berkley. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Meet the Author

Shea Berkley started out writing nonfiction (not so fun) and quickly moved into fiction (totally fun), and knew she'd found her calling. (Her family was thrilled she'd found friends to play with even if they weren't technically real.) She lives in Albuquerque, NM.

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The Fallen Prince 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
TheThoughtSpot More than 1 year ago
Thanks to Entangled Publishing and NetGalley for the arc of The Fallen Prince by Shea Berkley! The story begins with Dylan struggling to control his newly found powers, while Kera tries to fit into the human world. The realm seems to be seeping into the human world and Kera is captured and taken back to Teag. Dylan and his friends go to Teag to rescue Kera. The dialogue surrounding Bodog and Wyatt made me chuckle, actually all interactions with Bodog made me chuckle - very fun! "Right now, the only normal one of us seems to be Bodog, and he's lit himself up like Casper the friendly ghost." Full of action and adventure and I love the snark in this book: "How'd you get out? " "I used magic." "I tried and it didn't work." "Me, too." "I'm better at it." Shea Berkley is a creative author and the dark souls she conjured up are ominously creepy. I love this book!
Brooke-The-Cover-Contessa More than 1 year ago
I want to thank the author Shea Berkley and Entangled Publishing for providing me with an ARC copy of this book to read and give an honest review. Receiving this book for free has in no way influenced my opinion or review. Blurb from Goodreads: There is a magical realm that exists alongside the human realm, but it wasn’t always so. The firsts are beings who were created to nurture the land. The world was split into two realms, and the firsts were allowed to redeem themselves. Sadly, the majority continued with their self-indulgent behavior to the point where one of their own, a king, became so obsessed with power, he was secretly banished by the court in hopes his absence would calm the masses. But a spark of madness was ignited and not even the lost king's absence could curtail what he set in motion. So when I read the first book in this series, I really wasn't sure what to expect. I loved the cover the first time I saw it and it had been on my TBR for a while. So when I was contacted by Entangled to read the second book for a blog tour, well, I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to jump in. And I'm so glad I did. Certainly the covers draw my attention. I love books that are told from the male POV. Although, we also get Kera's POV through third person in this book (as we did in the first). I did find it odd that the author used two different voices in this way, but it really didn't affect my overall enjoyment of the story. And I love how the hoody is incorporated into the covers of these books. It reminds me of the first time we are introduced to Dylan in The Marked Son when he's in his mother's car, slouched down with the hoody pulled up over his head! This book picks up a few days after the end of the first book. Dylan is no longer in Teag and Kera is staying with him and his grandparents. But turmoil is constant in Teag and Dylan feels the pull to be there to defend it. Dylan continues to be an awesome main character. I love his passion more than anything else. And he has such commitment to do things that he knows need to be done. And Dylan's new found powers are building, and he needs to figure out how to control them. You can feel his struggle to fit into the human world. He feels pulled between what he has known all his life, and the land that calls to him, Teag. He has several moments of self doubt and pitying during this book. But I think it goes along with his personality in general: having never fit in anywhere, never having had friends, parents who abandoned him. Kera remains a bit mysterious during this book. She has secrets she keeps from Dylan. I get that she doesn't want to put him in harm's way, but at the same time I feel badly that she doesn't feel she can trust him to keep himself safe. She fears for her world, but also fears for Dylan and what the "war" between their two worlds could possibly mean.  As with her first book, Berkley does a phenomenal job with creating her secondary characters. I love how she introduces humor through them. It breaks up the action and drama that could possibly monopolize the story and make it out of control. And she introduces more characters to us that really fit in well with the story and make the story line that much more interesting. We also revisit characters from the first book who were not quite developed at that time, but now we're truly seeing who they are.There are too many characters to list, but believe me, you will see that there is rhyme and reason for each and every one of them to be part of this storyline. And she does a great job making them realistic and relatable. And holy moly can Berkley write. She starts the book off with a bang and it doesn't slow down. I didn't want to put the book down, but a girl's gotta get her beauty rest! I read it so fast, I didn't even have time to add it to Goodreads and give updates! Her descriptions are spot on. She gives us action, which makes your heart pound. She gives us romance, which makes you sigh. She has funny characters that literally make you laugh out loud. And she has dark characters that make you fear for the good guys. Berkley was able to pull every emotion I can possibly think of out of me. She makes it fast paced, exciting, and fun. I really enjoyed the storyline. This book has an arc that is complete. I am not a huge fan of cliff hangers, especially when there is a long wait between books. The story takes us through the battle and then delivers us an ending that is plausible and realistic. And, while there is certainly room for another book, I don't feel like it left me so out in left field that I am annoyed. And the story is full of surprises that you really do not see coming. And something that really stands out for me is that her characters form a band of misfits that come together to fight for what they know is right. I am really looking forward to The Bastard King. It cannot come out fast enough for me! 5/5 stars!
terferj More than 1 year ago
This one picks up not long after the first book. They defeated one evil only to get another. Both Dylan and Kera have come upon new powers. Kera never really had her own but now does and Dylan has to learn to control his or everyone could be in danger. But it's totally a kick-ass power to have. Uh-oh the wall between the human and the first realm is deteriorating letting creatures cross over. One of the crazy creatures takes Kera to a place nobody wants to be in. With the help of his friends old and new they embark on the journey to save her. They realize that things in Teag are not how they left them. Someone that is supposed to gone is wrecking havoc and they have to rely on the help of someone who shouldn't be trusted. I like that surprise, I didn't expect that. I liked this book. I thought it was a great addition to the series and I look forward to the next book to see how things go for our gang of misfits. :) *I received this from Netgalley for a review*
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book; a must read!
AuthorLady08 More than 1 year ago
The Premise: Dylan finally feels like he has it all. He's back home in the human realm with his beautiful girlfriend, loving grandparents, and some crazy powers over the elements. But Dylan's temper is climbing out of control, and along with the bursts of rage come new powers he wasn't expecting. Kera has these new powers, too. She's seen them before and knows what they can do if kept unchecked…and it’s not pretty. Plus, going back to her home realm, Teag, would hasten the process. Kera is determined to keep her one true love, Dylan, safe on Earth, but when the barrier between the human realm and Teag weakens, allowing monster-like creatures to pass over, Kera becomes desperate to protect her home. When Kera is kidnapped and imprisoned in a corner of her world that no one has ever escaped from alive, can Dylan overcome his unbridled powers—and himself—to save her? My Thoughts: Before reading The Fallen Prince, I read the first book in the series, The Marked Son, mainly to get a feel for the flow of the story and the series itself. I'm not usually a YA or Teen reader ... mostly given my grandmotherly age! I was very impressed with the both the storyline and quality of the writing. However, I was worried I wouldn't be able to do the review justice so, today, I am turning the review reins over to my 14 year old grandson, Dawson. When I asked him if he'd like to help me review the book, his response was "Wow, Grandma, how did you get the book early? I've been waiting for this every since I read The Marked Son." - Talk about scoring big grandma points! Dawson's Thoughts: The Fallen Prince is even better than the first book in the series. Dylan is a teen we can all relate to, wanting to do his best and live happily with his family, friends and especially his girlfriend, Kera. His new powers make him vulnerable and his temper sometimes gets the best of him. When Kera must choose between staying with Dylan on Earth and saving her own native world, it's not a decision she wants to make. Yet, she's honor bound to care for her home and the people in it. The action, especially Dylan's attempt to rescue Kera, was very well written and packed full of excitement. The best way to sum up my impression of the book is to ask: How much longer will we have to wait for the next book?
Kelly_LastBite More than 1 year ago
One day, a couple years ago, I sat by the pool on my vacation, burning to a crisp in the sun as I completely devoured an ARC I’d been sent to read. The book, The Marked Son, was the first book in a brand new series from an author I’d never even heard of before. Now, I think the fact I allowed myself to fry pretty much says it all, but I really couldn’t put the novel down and when I did finally finish it, I was totally left wanting more. Well, it took a while, almost two full years, but I finally got more. And I must say; the second installment, The Fallen Prince, was just as enjoyable to me as the first had been; hence my 4 out of 5 star rating. Despite the long break between books, I was easily able to fall right back into the wondrous and magical world Ms. Berkley created. From endearing characters to a very entertaining storyline filled with action, suspense, romance, and tons of surprises, this book has everything I look for in a book to read. I must say, my favorite aspect of this book was the fact that even though most of the book is spent in perilous situations in the midst of a war, it was still funny. I’ve found sometimes, in the midst of all the seriousness, it’s tough to bring comedy into the mix, but Ms. Berkley did a wonderful and very realistic job of doing it. Overall, I thought The Fallen Prince was very much worth the wait and like after reading the first; I’m now excitedly awaiting the next installment in the series, The Bastard King. Disclaimer: This book was supplied to me for review as an ARC by the publisher and everything I have said is of my own honest opinion. I have not been paid to review this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book takes off shortly after the end of the first book, The Marked Son. Dylan and Kera are in the human realm, avoiding returning to Teag as many don't want Dylan to return. Lately, Kera has been acting strange and suddenly run off leaving Dylan wondering whats wrong. His connection with Kera usually allows them to know how the other is feeling, but lately its been weaker. One afternoon, she does just that, but Dylan chases after her, but has lost her in the woods while he begins to get "hot under the collar" and the next thing he knows he's a walking torch. He's a danger to everyone if he can't control his anger which seems to make the new power grow and show itself. His dreams are haunted by a man he knows all too well to him, but unsure of his true intentions. He is left with a mind full of "what ifs" and thinking things aren't what they seem. If that isn't bad enough a giant pink spiky worm/snake pops out of the ground... Things are going from bad to worse ans they realize the creature is armor plated and human weapons can't get past it's armor. Good thing for Dylan and his new power, the creature has already had a hold of his grandfather, but when it goes for his Grandpa that sets Dylan off. He holds his sword in hand, and it erupts in flames and he lunges for the tongue reaching out slicing it off. This only makes it MAD and Dylan and Kera work hard to get rid of this creature form Teag. This sets everything else into motion. Kera ends up visiting to Teag only to find thing are not as they should be. Some of her friends believe she has abandoned her people and that they aren't any better off than before. There is an evil loose that is reeking havoc all over, and with a new leader, who is turning their world to ashes. Her friends show her whats going on when shrill cries send them running into a scene straight out of a human horror movie. They help save the people, but the danger isn't fully gone. This evil is hungry and it seeks to take over. They fend them off with the help of Kera's new magic. She reluctantly returns to the human world to try and iron things over. More creatures are coming into the human world, causing havoc, one was sent after and captures Kera sending her back into Teag, but not into a good part. As she learns where she has been sent and tries to find shelter she's lured into a deadly trap. Lulled into a false sense of security and snared by a dark creature in The Unknown. She succumbs to a dream where she is visited by the same man haunting Dylan, he offers to help her, but her dreams grow darker in nature and she realizes the horror of what is truly happening. Everyone must fight to save both the human and magic realms before the evil leeches out and ruins both worlds, but can Dylan learn to use his powers and accept his birthright as the ruler of Teag, save Kera and restore peace or will this new enemy be more powerful then Dylan and send Teag and eventually the human world into darkness? You have got to read this adventure to find out!! I have been anticipating The Fallen Prince for a LONG time, ever since Shea published The Marked Son I knew things were only ramping up. Dylan and Kera together have to harness new, untamed dark powers, stronger then any they've faced yet. Along they way the encounter new dangers, new allies and an unforeseen evils being let loose. Shea builds up the adventure again with more creatures, more mysteries and more danger. The fallen Prince doesn't disappoint in this continuation! I gladly give this story 5 stars for getting me hooked again and I'm (again) anxiously awaiting the third story, The Bastard King.
DiiMI More than 1 year ago
Not long ago, Dylan didn't even know there was a possibility of another realm alongside that of the human realm. Now he has been to Teag and is thankful to be back with his family in this realm. But he hasn't come home the same. He now has some amazing powers, a beautiful girlfriend with her own powers, and fierce bouts of temper that are growing wildly out of control. With each "tantrum" Dylan gains even more power. Now what? Is this normal? The Fallen Prince by Shea Berkley is a non-stop journey into the world of fantasy where you must suspend your belief in what you can see and open your mind to what could be! The veil between the two worlds is thinning, monsters are escaping and Kera fears for the world she left behind. When kera is put in mortal danger, it is up to Dylan to save her, but is he able? Can he control himself long enough to reach the woman he loves? Even with his new found abilities, is he strong enough? Shea Berkley can write! Her attention to detail and sense of being in the moment with each character has brought this fantasy to life! She is not afraid to make the villains evil and dark, but she doesn't coddle her heroes, either. In our world, at any given moment, there are millions of things going on, in Shea Berkley's world, it is the same! Pay attention to the details and enjoy this fast-paced tale! and, please-pick up and read Book One first, you'll want to be up to speed! A review copy was provided by NetGalley and Entangled Teen in exchange for my honest review.