The Thirteen Hallows [NOOK Book]

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A new adult novel from Michael Scott and Colette Freedman...  The Hallows. Ancient artifacts imbued with a primal and deadly power. But are they protectors of this world, or the keys to its destruction?
 
A gruesome murder in London reveals a sinister plot to uncover a two-thousand-year-old secret.
 
For decades, the Keepers guarded these Hallows, ...
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Overview


A new adult novel from Michael Scott and Colette Freedman...  The Hallows. Ancient artifacts imbued with a primal and deadly power. But are they protectors of this world, or the keys to its destruction?
 
A gruesome murder in London reveals a sinister plot to uncover a two-thousand-year-old secret.
 
For decades, the Keepers guarded these Hallows, keeping them safe and hidden and apart from each other. But now the Keepers are being brutally murdered, their prizes stolen, the ancient objects bathed in their blood. Now, only a few remain.

With her dying breath, one of the Keepers convinces Sarah Miller, a practical stranger, to deliver her Hallow—a broken sword with devastating powers—to her American nephew, Owen.  
The duo quickly become suspects in a series of murders as they are chased by both the police and the sadistic Dark Man and his nubile mistress.
 
As Sarah and Owen search for the surviving Keepers, they unravel the deadly secret the Keepers were charged to protect. The mystery leads Sarah and Owen on a cat-and-mouse chase through England and Wales, and history itself, as they discover that the sword may be the only thing standing between the world… and a horror beyond imagining.  

The Thirteen Hallows is the beginning of a spellbinding new saga, a thrilling tale of ancient magic and modern times by a New York Times bestselling author and an award-winning playwright.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Scott (The Alchemyst) and Freedman blend magic, folklore, mystery, and history in this zippy fantastical thriller. Sarah Miller is a discontented 22-year-old Londoner in a dead-end job who lives with and supports her widowed mother. When she comes to the aid of an elderly woman getting mugged, she becomes hopelessly entangled in a murderous conspiracy. A criminal mastermind known as the Dark Man is gathering together the 13 Hallows, sacred ancient objects of immense power, and ritualistically killing those who protect them. The woman Miller saved was one of the last Hallowed Keepers. Armed only with a broken sword, Miller must stay alive long enough to somehow stop the Dark Man from completing his apocalyptic plan. Relentless pacing and a richly detailed story line replete with historical references and bombshell revelations give this fantasy tremendous mainstream crossover potential. (Dec.)
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"Relentless pacing and a richly detailed story line replete with historical references and bombshell revelations give this fantasy tremendous mainstream crossover potential." —Publishers Weekly

"This tale is fast-paced… Filled with twists and a vile villain, readers will enjoy touring London with Sarah and Owen as their guides." —Baryon Magazine

Library Journal
The Hallows of Britain: 13 ancient treasures that can do great good or great evil. Someone is gathering them, evidently not intent on doing good, and only a group of young people can save the day. Okay, echoes of Harry Potter and Scott's own beloved Nicholas Flamel series, but this novel is intended for adults. Could be lots of fun.
Kirkus Reviews
Fantasy from bestselling author Scott (The Warlock, 2011, etc.) and playwright Freedman (Sister Cities, 2009, etc.). Let's eavesdrop on a parallel universe, where a literary agent is having a phone conference with a couple of co-authors: "…Sure, Potter has Hallows, but…Okay, so yours are magical whatzits that defend the realm against whatever, Dark Lords, demons, aliens…right…We need a number…Thirteen? Great! And they're protecting Britain or the world or whatever…No, no, everybody does Irish…Welsh, wonderful! I get it, the Hallows have huge long unpronounceable titles in Welsh, they'll lap it up. Go on…The keepers of the Hallows are all clueless old doddery types, and the agents of the bad guys are slaughtering them, lots of blood, gore, mayhem? Love it! We need some sex, though…Bad guy, bad girl, and they have to screw to get mystical visions and stuff, psychic powers… Brilliant! And the good guys? That's always a problem…I know, I know, well, we can work something out later. So how do you bring in the Americans, that's the big payoff…Yeah, right, everybody English or Welsh has relatives in America…uhuh…So, these Hallows, what…Ancient, mystical chess sets and chalices and like that…cool…and they need to be bathed in blood to be activated…perfect! Wait, wait, thirteen McGuffins is way too many. What if one of them is the master control or suchlike? But it can't be something wimpy like a chalice, you can't whack bad guys with…of course, a sword!..." It's just fiction, folks, manufactured rather than crafted; still, it could have been a lot worse.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429984492
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 12/6/2011
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 71,214
  • File size: 800 KB

Meet the Author

Michael Scott

MICHAEL SCOTT is an authority on mythology and folklore, and the author of the New York Times bestselling series The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel.  He lives in Dublin, Ireland. COLETTE FREEDMAN is an award-winning, internationally produced playwright.
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1
 
 
A woman died.
She was sixty-six years old, in good health, active, a nonsmoker who rarely drank. She had simply gone to sleep and never woken up. Her family and friends mourned, a funeral was arranged, flowers were ordered, a service organized.
Viola Jillian was thrilled.
She had never met the woman, never even known of her existence until she had heard of her death. But she was glad she’d died. Viola was vaguely embarrassed by the emotion but selfish enough not to be too embarrassed. After all, the woman’s death presented her with an amazing opportunity. And opportunity, as she kept reminding herself, didn’t come calling too often, and when it did, you had to grasp it with both hands. This was her opportunity. The buxom brunette with the Elizabeth Taylor eyes had spent the last few weeks in the ensemble cast of Drury Lane’s reprisal of Oliver! The woman who had died was the lead’s mother, and now the producers had informed Viola that she was going to play Nancy the following evening.
The young woman had immediately gone to sympathize with the distraught Nancy, but only after she had shifted her publicist-almost-boyfriend into high gear to ensure that there would be sufficient press in the audience for her debut. This was her chance, and she was determined to make the most of it.
Viola Jillian had always wanted to be a star.
Usually on Sundays, Viola would grab a few drinks with some of the other girls in the cast, but she wanted to be well rested for her proper West End star turn. Viola knew her theater history: Every great star was discovered by accident. And she knew, deep in her selfish heart, that she was a great star. She fantasized that she would be discovered. She had the talent, the looks, and the drive. And she wanted to move beyond the stage and start acting in films. She had already played small parts in the British soap operas EastEnders and Coronation Street, but she was tired of always playing second fiddle, or even fifth or sixth fiddle, and was afraid that she was becoming typecast. She was nearly twenty-four; she didn’t have much time left. Let the others drink all night in the Ku Bar, she was heading home to bed.
It was a spectacular fall night, cloudless and balmy, when she left the bar early, and she decided she’d walk to her nearby Soho flat.
She’d not gone more than two hundred yards when Viola felt the skin on the back of her neck tingle. She’d been a dancer all her life, and every dancer had experienced the same sensation, usually when someone in the audience was focusing on them.
Viola knew that someone was watching her.
At eleven thirty P.M., the London streets were filled with Sunday night carousers. Viola pulled her bag closer to her chest and picked up her pace, walking briskly down Shaftesbury Avenue. There had been a series of violent muggings lately, and she did not plan to fall victim to one of them. Her flat was less than ten minutes away. She kept glancing behind at every corner, but she could see no one, although the tingle at the back of her neck remained. Viola hurried up the less crowded Dean Street and was half running by the time she reached the almost empty Carlisle Place.
It was only when she reached the safety of her building and had closed the door behind her that Viola relaxed. She made a mental note to talk to her shrink about her growing anxiety attacks. For an actress she led a fairly vanilla life, and the chance of someone like her ever getting hurt was practically nil. She laughed at her ridiculous fear as she hummed one of Nancy’s signature songs. Standing in the hallway, she checked through the day’s mail, throwing away a few overdue bills and keeping a coupon for Anthropologie, which had recently opened on Regent Street. Her mind shifted to far more practical matters as she wondered if she could convince the wardrobe mistress to alter Nancy’s red dress in order to show a bit of extra cleavage and accentuate her two best features.
It was when she started up the stairs that she heard the muffled cry in 1C. Mrs. Clay’s flat.
Not usually one to get involved in other people’s business, especially when the other person was a septuagenarian who constantly complained that Viola made too much noise, she began to climb the stairs. Then there was the faint tinkle of breaking glass. Viola stopped, then turned back down the stairs: Something was wrong.
Standing outside the old woman’s door, she pressed her face against the cool wood, closing her eyes and listening. But the only sound she could make out from within was a faint rasping, like the sound of labored breathing.
She knocked quietly, conscious that she did not want to wake the other neighbors. When there was no response, she pressed her finger to the lighted bell. Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture blared on the other side of the door. For a moment she thought it might be the bell she was hearing before she realized it was probably the classical radio station, the only station Mrs. Clay listened to—usually very early in the morning.
Still no response.
She pressed the bell again and realized that the music sounded unnaturally loud. She’d never heard any sounds from the old woman’s flat this late in the evening. Viola suddenly wondered if Mrs. Clay had suffered a heart attack. She looked the picture of health and was extremely spry for her age. “Good country air,” she had once told Viola as she chastised her for smoking, a habit she’d picked up at drama school. “When I was a girl, I lived in the country. That kind of air nourishes you for life.”
Viola rang the bell again, pressing hard, the tip of her finger white against the plastic button. Perhaps Mrs. Clay could not hear the chimes over the now obnoxiously loud music. When she got no response, Viola fished into her hobo bag and pulled out her key ring. The old woman had given her a key to the apartment “in case of an emergency” months ago.
Sorting through the bundle of keys, she finally found the right one, then shoved it into the lock and pushed open the door. The smells hit her as soon as she stepped into the flat: a sharp metallic odor, harsh and unpleasant, mingling with the stench of feces. Viola recoiled, bile rising, pressing her hand to her mouth as she reached for the light switch. She flicked it up, but nothing happened. Leaving the door open to shed light into the tiny hallway, she walked forward … and realized that the carpet beneath her feet was squelching, sodden and sticky with a liquid that was too viscous to be water. What was she standing in? She decided she didn’t want to know; whatever it was, it would wash off. She hoped.
“Mrs. Clay … Mrs. Clay?” she said, shouting to be heard over the overture. “Beatrice? It’s Viola Jillian. Is everything all right?”
There was no reply.
The old woman had probably gone and had a heart attack or something, and now Viola was going to have to go and get an ambulance and probably spend all night in the hospital. She’d look like shit in the morning.
Viola pushed open the door into the sitting room. And stopped. The stench was stronger here, acrid urine stinging her eyes. By the reflected light, she could see that the room had been destroyed. The beautiful music continued to play, a mocking counterpoint to the desecration around it. Every item of furniture lay overturned, the arms of the fireside chairs had been snapped off, the back of the rose floral sofa was broken in two, stuffing hanging in long ribbons from the slashed cushions, drawers pulled from the cabinet, the contents emptied, pictures torn from the walls, frames warped as if they had been twisted. An antique Victorian mirror lay on the floor, radiating spider cracks from a deep indentation in the middle of the glass as if it had been trodden on. Mrs. Clay’s extensive collection of glass figurines were now ground into the carpet.
A burglary.
Viola breathed deeply, trying to remain calm. The flat had been burgled. But where was Mrs. Clay? Picking her way through the devastation, glass crunching underfoot, she prayed that the old woman hadn’t been here when it happened; yet she knew instinctively that she had. Beatrice Clay rarely left her apartment at night. “Too dangerous,” she’d said.
Books scraped as she pushed against the bedroom door, opening it wide enough to slap at the light switch, but again, nothing happened. In the faint glow of the light from the hall, she could see that this room had also been torn apart and that the bed was piled high with dark clothes and blankets.
“Beatrice? It’s me, Viola.”
The bundle of clothes on the bed shifted and moved, and she heard shallow breathing. Viola darted across the room and saw the top of the old woman’s head. Clutching the first blanket, she yanked it back, and it came away in her hand, warm and wet and dripping. The woman in the bed convulsed. The bastards had probably tied her up. Viola was reaching for another blanket when the bedroom door creaked and swung inward, throwing light onto the bed.
Beatrice Clay’s throat had been cut, but not before her body had been terribly mutilated. But despite her appalling injuries, she was still alive, mouth and eyes wide in soundless agony, breathing a harsh rattle.
The young woman’s scream caught at the back of her throat.
A shadow fell across the bed.
Sick with terror, Viola turned to face the shape that filled the doorway. Light ran off damp naked flesh. She could see that it was a tall, muscular man, but with the light coming from behind him, his features were in shadow. He lifted his left arm, and the light reflected liquid running down the length of the spear he clutched. The man stepped into the room, and she could smell his odor now: the rich meaty muskiness of sweat and copper blood.
“Please…,” she whispered.
Black light trembled on the blade of the weapon. “Behold the Spear of the Dolorous Blow.” Then, obscenely, he began to conduct the nerve-wracking 1812 Overture with the deadly weapon, and as the overture reached its climactic conclusion, his shoulder shifted and rolled and the light darted toward her.
There was no pain.
Viola felt a sudden coldness beneath her breast, then the warmth that flowed outward to embrace her. Liquid trickled across her stomach. She tried to speak, but she couldn’t find the breath to shape the words. She was aware of light in the room now, cold blue and green flames sparking, writhing along the leaf-shaped blade of the spear.
She had been stabbed—dear Jesus, she had been stabbed.
The lines of fire coiling around the shaft of the spear rose to illuminate the flesh of the hand holding the weapon. As Viola fell to her knees, both hands pressed against the gaping wound in her chest, she noticed that the man was disturbingly handsome and tall.
So tall.
Tall, dark, and handsome.
Viola tried to concentrate, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her or if the newborn pain was clouding her judgment.
The spear rose, serpents of cold fire splashing onto the head of her attacker, illuminating his face. When she saw his eyes, the woman realized she would not be playing Nancy in tomorrow’s performance.
Viola Jillian would never be a star.


 
Copyright © 2011 by Michael Scott and Colette Freedman
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Interviews & Essays

Writing is a solitary occupation.

The common perception is that writing attracts loners, people who are comfortable in their own company, happy to work alone for many months or several years or on a single project. That perception however is not entirely correct. It is true that while an individual creates the work, the rest of the process - editing, production, publication, promotion - is the work of a huge team of people. The most successful writers are those who are collaborative and it should not come as too much of a surprise to discover that many writers love to collaborate. And because modern technology has made the world incredibly small, collaboration has become a lot easier.

In 1873, long before the creation of the Internet, Mark Twain and Charles Dudley Warner collaborated on the novel The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today. The two men were neighbors and good friends and over dinner one evening, had been challenged by their wives to write something together. Twain wrote the first eleven chapters, Warner the next twelve and the remaining chapters were collaborative. The entire novel was written in three months and the results were somewhat mixed. Twain was a vastly superior writer to Warner and the two voices are clearly distinguishable throughout the text.

It is a wonderful image to think of Mark Twain gathering up his manuscript and heading off to see Warner, or a messenger arriving with a bundle of pages for Twain to edit. Of course nowadays, writers no longer need to be neighbors to collaborate. They needn't even be friends...although that does help. They simply must have a common goal, an ability to work well together - which primarily means an ability to communicate.

Readers are always fascinated by the mechanics of collaboration - the rules. But of course, there are no rules. For us, the tools of collaboration are email, Google Docs, Skype and Google Voice. Skype and Google voice have enabled us, two quite different writers who live either 5163 miles or 8309.04 km (depending on which one of us you're asking) apart, to remain in touch on a daily basis.

Unlike Twain and Warner, whose work was ravaged simply because the critics believed their voices didn't mix, we work to ensure that we present a singular voice; the reader should not be able to tell where one stops and the other starts. And, at the end of the book neither one of us should be able to tell who did what - although, it has to be said that there are certain words that either of us use which can identify a piece as "ours."

Some writers like to step out into the void with a blank screen and only the vaguest idea of the story. Collaboration is different. Both writers need the roadmap. The first step in the collaboration is to plot out the entire book, creating a detailed chapter by chapter outline. For this project, the outline was set up Google Docs, which enables us to talk and edit it at the same time. (And, as an aside, there is nothing odder than watching your words change and alter on a screen as someone half a world away edits!)

Once the outline is finished, we begin working on the first draft. Here, the eight-hour time difference between LA and Dublin works to our advantage as drafts are written and emailed for the other to work on when they awaken. In this case, Michael started chapter one, sent it to Colette, who edited and reworked the piece, then wrote chapter two and sent it back. Michael then polished chapter two and wrote the next chapter.

Once the first draft of the novel is completed, the real work begins. Separately, we read the work straight through and prepare a set of notes for one another. Often the notes are identical. They're the easy fixes. Occasionally, when our notes are radically different, the discussions can become somewhat more animated. But the arguments are always about the work, and trying to improve it. Writing with a collaborator is a matter of trust and there is no place for ego.

And when it is done - it should be a better book than either of us could have created on our own. And if the collaborators are still friends - then it has been successful! —from Michael Scott & Colette Freedman

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  • Posted November 2, 2011

    Highly recommend

    I just raced through an ARC of The Thirteen Hallows. I was fascinated by the mythology and enjoyed the roller coaster ride the authors took me on. I had heard of the hallows from Harry Potter; however, Scott and Freedman's Hallows were far more comprehensive and made me want to discover even more. I loved how Sarah and Owen raced through London to try to stop the killers...and were always just one step ahead of the police and the evil Vyvienne and Saurin. As the book went on, the chapters got shorter and shorter... almost propelling me towards the end. This is a fast and furious read with terrific villains and a 'unique' portrayal of a young Jesus. I highly recommend this cross of horror and fantasy.

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 1, 2011

    A fast fun ride reminiscent of The DaVinci Code

    This review is from an ARC (Advanced Reader Copy) I received. I loved this book. It is a wonderfully paced, interesting story filled with compelling mythology. Yes, there is a great deal of violence in this book, but it's a horror/fantasy book so there is bound to be violence. Frankly, I really appreciate how the authors didn't sugar coat the murders. This is clearly not a YA book as the sex and violence put it in an adult category. I particularly liked the elements of dark magic and thought it was a nice layer, which played against the plight of the protagonists Sarah and Owen as they tried to find the mystery behind the Thirteen Hallows. It's definitely a cat and mouse chase and, despite the somewhat inept cops, who were always 'just' minutes behind, I was riveted. This book reminded me a little of The DaVinci Code as the combination of nonstop action and unraveling the mystery of the ancients secrets leaves little 'down time'. The entire time I was reading, I thought this would make a cool film. A fast, fun, engaging read. Definite page-turner.

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 16, 2011

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    "THE THIRTEEN HALLOWS" (GMTA REVIEW)

    Book Title: "The Thirteen Hallows"
    Author: Michael Scott & Colette Freedman
    Published By: Tor Forge
    Age Recommended: 18 +
    Reviewed By: Kitty Bullard
    Raven Rating: 5

    Review: This book completely knocked me for a loop. By far one of the best modern fantasy books for adults I have ever read. The story revolves around the Keepers of the Thirteen Hallows, all of which are elderly having guarded these Hallows for generations after they were passed down from son to son and daughter to daughter, and so on. The Hallows are the most prized possessions of Great Britain and have seen much history in various fashion. They are potent and if brought together could cause untold damage to the world. There is just enough history mixed in with the modern world in this book to keep you interested in finding out exactly how these Hallows were used and how they came to be. The background of these objects is astounding and are linked to some of history's most notable people and you'll never believe just how far back the history of the Hallows goes.

    This book may sound like something a child could read, but do NOT be fooled. This book is for adults and has scenes in it that should not be read by the faint of heart. The adventure to keep these Hallows safe and not allow them to fall into the wrong hands is one you will not soon forget. Murder is the hub of this novel and it's not what you'd expect at all.

    If this book is destined to become a series, I'm in all the way. The collaboration of Michael Scott and Colette Freedman is astonishing and amazing, nothing short of perfection. Get this book! You will not regret it and if you enjoy it even half as much as I did you'll be clamoring for more!

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2011

    Highly Recommend for Adults

    Having read other books by Michael Scott, I came to this book expecting the world of mythology to collide with the modern world...and I wasn't disappointed. Although this is a fast paced thriller full of plot twists and turns, it is also a cleverly crafted fantasy, creating a view into a world that lurks just beneath the surface of our every day existence. When the heroine of the story, Sarah, who is a work-a-day bank clerk, is pulled unwillingly into this fantastic world, I understood her disbelief and felt her pain and frustration as she watched this murky world encroach on her well ordered life. When she discovered the meaning of the Hallows and sought to keep them safe I was pulled into the fantastic world with her, and couldn't put the book down until I finished it in the wee hours of the morning. This is not a book for the faint of heart, and definitely not a book for children. However, I would highly recommend it for anyone who enjoys a thriller where things are not always black and white, but where good is vindicated in the end.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 10, 2011

    Loved it!

    I read this book in one night as I could not put it down. Now I only did not have to put it down but have to wait patiently for the sequel. It is very tightly written by two masterful writers and it is also very suspenseful.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2012

    Good Read!

    Initially, I expected a slower novel with a more complex story line. What we get is quite the opposite. The story is fast paced and easy to follow.

    The authors slowly reveal character details and the meaning of the "hallows" and the "keepers" as the heroes are constantly chased for the objects they posess. The protagonists (Sarah and Owen) keep one step ahead of the villains (Vyvienne and Ahriman) and the police.

    Will definitely purchase the follow-up. Enjoyable read.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 11, 2011

    Percy Jackson for Adults

    I'm a mythology junkie and loved the depth of historical references in this fast-paced thriller. I may be forgetting some obvious examples, but I feel like Scott & Freedman have developed a new genre here - R-rated YA fiction. All the fantasy elements we love in Percy Jackson mixed with gory violence and hot sex. Definitely adult fiction. I sped through the book so fast I was relieved to find the set-up for a sequel in the well-crafted finale to this fun read.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2011

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    Fantasy Comes to Life

    When I received this book for review I started by showing it to my son and making the ooohing and aaahing sounds he detests. Come one, this is Michael Scott, author of one of his favorite series (The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel), he was bound to be jealous. Then I read the first 20 pages and felt bad for my actions because this is NOT a kid¿s book. So, no, my son won¿t be picking this one up. I¿m not familiar with Freedman (the other author), but Scott has a way with making fantasy come to life in our own world. This was no exception. While the book steered into violence, sometimes mixed with sex, I felt that it was too much and unnecessary, particularly the sex portion. I¿m all for the character having a good romp in the sack, but it has to be justified. The sex in this book was mostly done for a specific reason (no¿not the ones you are thinking of), but it¿s never explained why it was so ¿ which made it feel gratuitous to me. The violence was often harsh as well and again, over the top.

    Having read the synopsis of the book I was unaware that this book was based around demons and religion. The religion aspect isn¿t a huge part and doesn¿t come full frontal until the end, but the demons are a big aspect of the story. Still, the story didn¿t seem far fetched, so long as you let it take you with it. There are a number of characters that enter the story, both bad and good, and all of them fit their niches perfectly. My favorite character wasn¿t around nearly enough and I hope that in the continuation of the series he will get to shine a bit more.

    Reviewed by Jessica for Book Sake.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 5, 2013

    The graphic description of torture caused me to throw the book i

    The graphic description of torture caused me to throw the book in the trash 1/3 of the way through. The story still intrigues me and I would love to read a cleaner copy.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 2, 2013

    I picked up on "fantasy" and the Michael Scott who wro

    I picked up on "fantasy" and the Michael Scott who wrote the Alchemyst series, and had high hopes. I should paid more attention to the Kirkus review and read others here. This is HORROR first and foremost, and after about the 4th brutal, sickening murder I renewed my determination not to read horror. There is way too much of this in the real world, and it is no escape for me to read "inventive variations" on the same.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2012

    Not what i was expecting

    I read th Nicholas Flamel series and was expecting another mythical adventure...not an unecessary graphic depiction of sex throughout the novel that almost made it literary pornography. It really took away from the story for me because i don't like that sort of thing, and I wasn' t expecting it from this author.

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  • Posted January 12, 2012

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    fascinating fantasy

    Reviewed by Alice D. for Readers Favorite

    The Horn of Bran, the Mantle of Arthur, the Chessboard of Gwenddolau, the Knife of the Horseman, The Crimson Cloak of Feathers, and Dyrnwyn, the Sword That is Broken are, at story's ending, the only ones remaining of the original Thirteen Hallows, ancient powerful artifacts that go back two thousand years and must be kept separate from each other. At the beginning of "Thirteen Hallows", a group of children evacuated to Madoc, Wales, from England during World War II are elderly, not expecting the horrific deaths they begin to suffer, one by one, as the individual Hallows each one has possessed since that time in Madoc are stolen from them. The old man with the long white beard had entranced them back then with his folklore and he had given them each a particular Hallow to keep. One of those "Keepers", Judith Walker, is rescued on the streets of London by twenty-two year old Sarah Miller and before dying, gives Sarah a bag containing Dyrnwyd with instructions to get the ancient broken sword to her American nephew, Owen, now living in England. And so begins this tale of otherworldly powers of both evil and protection from evil.

    "The Thirteen Hallows" is an extremely well-written and fascinating fantasy that creates effects and forces outside normal human experience as well as totally believable scenes of gore and dismemberment. Ambrose,the Dark Man, and his sidekick Vyvienne,Robert Elliot and his druggie skin-heads are memorable characters, to say the least. Main characters Sarah Miller and Owen Walker will carry the reader through this novel's pages and beyond, to the next book in this series that should not be missed.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 6, 2012

    Highly Recommend

    I love this book. Not one to read this genre often, I was so engrossed.
    The fast pace, mythology and juicy characters kept me turning page after page. Totally satisfying! I am ready for the next one.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 1, 2011

    Hope this book is good

    This author is amazing so i hope this book is too

    1 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2013

    Great Read

    I was surprised that free Friday Nook Book would be such a great book. The characters became real and I pictured their faces as I read. I don't like spoiler alerts, but if you like syfi mystery with characters who really come to life, READ THIS BOOK. If you don't, but still like intrigue and adventure, READ THIS BOOK.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2013

    Jason

    Waits

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2013

    an ancient battle between good and evil

    Ok, so many killed this book. Of course, people would be shocked by the use of the sex and violence. However, you have to understand what is being unleashed here, demons which are fueled by the energy of pain and misery. The energy that helps them to connect into the realm of the Astral has to be highly charged. Sex and violence are too highly emotional states which could sensibly bring them to this plane. Only thing which bothered me is the relationship between Sarah and Owen. I did not feel as if they were connected via emotionally. Sure they had sex but it seemed as casual as having breakfast or going for a walk. I will probably read the next book but I won't be eagerly awaiting as if I couldn't wait for the next installment.

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  • Posted June 4, 2013

    Not what I was expecting. I bought the name Michael Scott after

    Not what I was expecting. I bought the name Michael Scott after reading the Nicholas Flammel series. I too tossed this out about a third of the way through. And I almost never stop reading a book. The graphic description of brutal murders and sex games just isn't my idea of an enjoyable read. Although there are those out there that like sex and graphic horrid details.
    I also found the plot as far a I read much more predictable than his usual fare.
    The sex and brutality added nothing to the story line.
    Lesson learned: read all the reviews. I would not have wasted my money if I had. I won't go looking for Michael Scott books again. This was a

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2013

    Truly one of the best books I have ever read!

    Truly one of the best books I have ever read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2012

    Harry Potter

    I havn't read the book but i would like to say that i am a bit suprised that the book title uses a major element of the harry potter and the deathly hallows like the in some of his other novels.
    I am still sure that this book is good.

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