Traitor's Son: The Raven Duet Book #2

( 2 )


In Trickster's Girl, when Kesla's journey comes to an end, she passes the pouch and the quest on to someone else. She picks Jason, a native boy she thinks will be able to finish the job. But in fact, a family feud has cut Jason off from his traditional roots, and he is even more doubtful and resistant than Kesla was. But Raven, now a beautiful girl, is quite persuasive and manages to convince Jason this is something not only that he can do, but that he must if he wants to heal ...

See more details below
$15.49 price
(Save 8%)$16.99 List Price
Other sellers (Hardcover)
  • All (21) from $1.99   
  • New (8) from $4.40   
  • Used (13) from $1.99   
Traitor's Son: The Raven Duet Book #2

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$11.49 price
(Save 23%)$14.99 List Price
Note: Visit our Teens Store.


In Trickster's Girl, when Kesla's journey comes to an end, she passes the pouch and the quest on to someone else. She picks Jason, a native boy she thinks will be able to finish the job. But in fact, a family feud has cut Jason off from his traditional roots, and he is even more doubtful and resistant than Kesla was. But Raven, now a beautiful girl, is quite persuasive and manages to convince Jason this is something not only that he can do, but that he must if he wants to heal his family and the earth.

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Nonstop action, family strife, Pacific Northwest Native mythology and a likable hero combine in an unbeatable combination for fans of the fantastic."—Kirkus

"Readers of the first volume in the Raven Duet will enjoy this second and concluding one."—Booklist

"The juxtaposition of magic with science is fascinating, and the waking dreams into the spirit world will keep readers riveted."—School Library Journal

VOYA - Jane Murphy
The protagonist, Jason, is a young Alaskan boy who is swept up in a suspenseful story that crosses between realms of reality and the world of shamans and shape-shifters. An attractive, mysterious native girl morphs into a raven throughout the story. There is some mild, primarily imagined, sexuality throughout the story. A mysterious powdery substance is at the center of the tale, so teens who have experimented with hallucinogens will be intrigued by the story. The ongoing clash of cultures old and new, the antagonistic relationship between natives and white men, complete with the history of localized racism, are all prevalent throughout the book. The backdrop of the Alaskan landscape adds some adventure to the book as well, and the clash of modern technology with the dream world is reminiscent of the works of Carlos Castaneda. This work of fantasy will appeal to older teens and possibly adults; it borrows heavily from the work of Castaneda. This title stands alone. It could become a screenplay or graphic novel as well. Medium to large public libraries will want to add this book to their teen fantasy collections. Reviewer: Jane Murphy
Kirkus Reviews
The second in the Raven Duet (Trickster's Girl, 2011) continues the tale of Raven the Trickster and the human partner in his quest to save Earth's ecology from the destruction unleashed by eco-terrorists. Sixteen-year-old, car-crazy Jase Mintok is picking up a client for his father's law firm when he catches the medicine pouch tossed by Kelsa Phillips over the Canada/Alaska border. Almost immediately, he becomes the target of Raven's enemies, attacked on the trip from the Canadian border to Anchorage. Raven presents himself here as a teenage girl--seductive, controlling and thoroughly irritating--and the developing relationship between her and Jase is awfully good fun. Alaskan geography is very much a part of this story: Its topology is crucial to the final conflict, which takes place on another plane of existence that mirrors the Alaskan forest. Tension mounts steadily as Jase comes closer to filling Raven's quest. The exciting climax resolves Raven's needs and helps Jase settle a serious family conflict. Although the two parts of the duet are complete in themselves, readers will be better off tackling these books in order. Nonstop action, family strife, Pacific Northwest Native mythology and a likable hero combine in an unbeatable combination for fans of the fantastic. (Fantasy. 12 & up)
School Library Journal
Gr 6–10—In this companion to Trickster's Girl (Houghton Harcourt, 2011), Raven works with a different human to try to fix the world's ecosystem. Bioterrorists have poisoned trees, causing a ripple effect throughout this technologically advanced world, and now beings like Raven, the Otter Woman, and Bear are fighting over how best to save the planet. If Raven is able to prove that humans can repair part of the damaged magical ley lines that keep everything balanced, then she and the others will be able to step in and finish restoring the Earth. Otter Woman, however, wants nothing more than to see Raven and her pet human, Jase, fail. By invading his dreams, and then holding his grandmother hostage in the spirit world, she hopes to scare Jase into giving up the magical dust that will help him heal the world. If Jase has any hope of succeeding, he must embrace his Native Alaskan tribal heritage, previously denied to him, and repair not only the rifts on the planet, but also within his own family. With a strong, but not overwhelming environmental message, Bell blends an advanced technological society with a traditional tribal one. The juxtaposition of magic with science is fascinating, and the waking dreams into the spirit world will keep readers riveted. It does help to have read Trickster's Girl first.—Jessica Miller, New Britain Public Library, CT
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780547196213
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 3/20/2012
  • Series: Raven Duet Series, #2
  • Pages: 256
  • Age range: 12 years
  • Lexile: 840L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.80 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Hilari Bell is the author of many science fiction and fantasy novels for children and teens. She lives in Denver, Colorado.

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt


Raven felt the change in the catalyst the moment the pouch left the girl’s hand, so sharply that he feared she’d died. She’d put so much of herself into it, her sudden absence from the song/scent that drifted along the magical currents of this world was shocking . . . but it wasn’t death he sensed. She still existed, the medicine bag existed, but she was no longer part of it.

What was happening?

If he’d had enough energy to change, he’d have hurtled himself into the wind and raced to see what was going on. But fighting off that last attack had drained him completely. All he could do was to open himself, trying to feel every change in the catalyst’s signature.

If he hadn’t known the medicine pouch before it had bonded to her, he couldn’t have found it at all—so at least his enemies probably couldn’t find it either.

Because he was so focused, so rawly open to the contents of that small pouch, he felt the moment when another’s hand closed over it. A human, not one of his kind. That much he could tell even from this distance. But this human’s signature was different from the girl’s, dull and dense, with none of the bright connectedness that had drawn him to her.

This one might be difficult. This one might be impossible. Most humans were. But he had to try.

If he quit now, this world would not survive.

Chapter 1

Jase sat in the small park near the border station’s pedestrian gate, wondering if his father’s client would let him speed on the way back to Anchorage.

Driving the most ’treme car ever made, he’d found there were three kinds of clients. The sane ones, who were dying to see what a vintage Tesla could do. The stodgy ones, who wanted to creep along observing all the traffic laws. And the liars, who happily urged Jase to make good time and then ratted him out to his father afterward.

Jase could usually tell the sane from the stodgy, but liars were harder. He was contemplating his dismal record at spotting them when the first shots sounded. And until the screaming started, Jase didn’t even recognize the rattling bangs as gunfire.

He jumped to his feet, staring in astonishment as people ran from the line of cars parked on the Canadian side of the checkpoint. The people who’d been loitering in the park on that side of the steel-ribbed fence scrambled to shelter behind planters, or tried to cram themselves behind the big "Welcome to Alaska" sign.

The sign on Jase’s side said "Welcome to Canada." Should he get behind it? It looked pretty flim—

More shots decided that question, and Jase lunged for the nearest tree. Diving for cover wasn’t as easy as it looked on d-vid. The hard-packed ground was dotted with gravel, and his palms stung. His knees felt like they were bleeding, even through the fabric of the suit the firm made him wear to pick up clients. And the tree wasn’t very big.

Should he try to make a break for better shelter? None of the shots were coming his way, but it sounded like a war had broken out on the Canadian side. Jase hoped, with a sinking dread, that none of the screaming people had been hit. The thought of someone in pain, maybe even dying, made his stomach twist.

Something scuffed across the ground behind him, and Jase looked around. More people were hiding in the park on the Canadian side, but there wasn’t as much screaming now, even though the shots continued, accompanied by the breathy turbine sound of revved motors. It didn’t quite sound like cars, though, more like the bulky hum you got from a big electric bike. Hogs? A drug gang? But dealers, of all people, would have enough sense to dump their stuff before they tried to pass—

Something hit the tree above his head with a loud pop, and Jase flattened himself against the trunk—no doubt getting sap all over his suit, but better sap than bullet holes!

Something rattled through the branches and fell beside him. Not a live grenade, which had been his first panicked thought, but a fist-sized stone. There was a gunfight going on just a few hundred yards across the border, and someone was throwing rocks at him?

Jase lifted his head cautiously. He saw the girl on the other side of the fence even before she started waving, because she was the only one who wasn’t looking in the direction of the shots. Her dark hair was cut in ragged wedges—her frizzy curls didn’t work nearly as well with the current style as his straight black hair. She stared at Jase for a long moment, then turned her attention to something in her hands. Was she tying string?

She wore biker leathers but didn’t seem to be part of the battle, which sounded like it was trailing off. She looked up again, making sure she had his attention before she straightened and threw something small over the top of the twelve foot fence. It lit about five feet from Jase, with a soft thump. Not a stone this time.

It was clearly intended for him, so Jase scrambled out to retrieve it, snatching it up and scrambling back a lot more quickly when another burst of shooting broke out. This time the shots sounded farther off; the nasal whine of the bikes was definitely moving away.

Jase looked down at the object in his hand. It was a medicine pouch, with half the beads falling off and leather that looked really old. Museum-piece old. Why would biker drug girl give him this?

Did he look like someone she was meeting? Or was this package so hot she was desperate to get rid of it?

She was now crouched behind a planter, ignoring him, which was probably wise. The cameras on top of the wall were in constant motion. They might have missed her throw, if she’d timed it right, but the more she ignored him the more likely it was the customs cops would do the same. And if that pouch held what he thought it did . . . he should turn it over to the customs officers, immediately.

He knew he should. But not all illegal drugs were harmful, and even the ones that didn’t nuke your brain were worth a lot of money. Maybe a year’s worth of car payments, despite the pouch being so . . .

Had any of those bullets hit his car?


Jase ran his hands over the midnight blue carbon fiber curves. He didn’t see any bullet holes, but the showers he’d driven through earlier had left dust splatters that might conceal damage. He had just made certain that his car hadn’t been shot, when a voice behind him said, "Jason Mintok? I’m Lloyd Hillyard."

The client! Jase spun and saw a gray-haired man in a suit that looked a lot less rumpled and dirt-stained than his.

"I’m sorry! I was waiting by the gate, with my sign and everything, when . . . Hey, you were on that side! What happened over there?"

The older man’s smile looked tired. "I don’t know much. We were sitting in line when a lot of shooting started, and both my driver and I lay down on our seats. A few minutes later lots of bikes whizzed past us, and then it was over. I heard some speculation about drug gangs, but I don’t really know anything. The customs agent who checked me through seemed pretty upset, though."

"Did they get them? The bikers?" If they’d been arrested, would they talk about the girl and her medicine pouch? He really should have given it to the customs officers. A little late for that, now.

"I suppose they’ll catch them somewhere down the road, but they’re long gone at this point. The agents over there seemed more concerned with keeping everyone calm, and making sure no one needed medical attention."

The agents on Jase’s side of the border had done the same—though glancing around Jase saw one man, probably a plainclothes cop, who wasn’t reassuring people or managing the traffic that had begun to flow through the scanner tunnels again.

It was the man’s eyes that gave him away, a cold flat gaze that inspected everyone, and then dismissed the person when he didn’t find what he sought. He had the strong-boned features of a pureblood Native, and if that sleek leather jacket was as expensive as it looked, he made more money than Jase thought cops could make.

The intent gaze found Jase, who promptly looked away. This was definitely not the time to try to explain that some girl he’d never seen before—honest, officer—had thrown him a packet of contraband.

"Are you ready to leave, sir? We’re already running late, if you want to reach a town in time for dinner."

This man looked like a stodgy, nonspeeding client.

"So we won’t reach Anchorage tonight?"

"Not unless you want to get in at one in the morning." The cop was coming toward them. Jase punched the button that opened the roof, then darted around to open the passenger door. "We’ve got a ten-hour drive to the city. But you’ll make that Sunday afternoon meeting with no trouble, I promise."

The client got in, then fell the last six inches to the seat, unaccustomed to sports cars.

"It’s the low center of gravity that lets it handle so well," Jase told him apologetically. He was so accustomed to getting in and out of the Tesla that he forgot that other people weren’t.

He put the top back up and started the car, swinging out onto the road. The plainclothes cop stood gazing after him, but he didn’t shout or wave for Jase to stop. A clean getaway. Jase tried not to feel like a criminal. It wasn’t his fault that biker girl had chosen him as her accomplice. And if that cop hadn’t looked so scary, he might have come forward and explained that. Maybe.

Mr. Hillyard was looking at the thumbtack logo on the steering wheel.

"A Tesla? With tires?"

"The mark fourteen is the last Tesla Roadster made with tires," Jase told him, beginning to relax as they left the border behind. "All the later models are pure maglev. This one’s just maglev boosted. It takes a bigger charge, but that’s because it can use more power! It’s got 375-pound feet of torque, and . . ."

Mr. Hillyard’s eyes had glazed over.

"It’s already a classic," Jase said, changing direction. "My dad says by the time I’m ready to settle down and sell it, it will be worth twice what I paid."

Not that he intended to sell it, no matter how much its value appreciated. If Jase ever got that grown-up, he wouldn’t recognize himself.

The client settled into the passenger seat, which was already conforming to accommodate him, and pulled the safety web over his chest. The magnetic locks clicked into place.

"By the time you want to sell it. This is your car?"

"Well, it really belongs to my dad’s law firm. But I’m buying it from them as fast as I can. And before they agreed to hire me they made me take several driving-safety courses. I’m very safe. Really."

Jase set his teeth against the impulse to babble. If the client asked, Jase would have to admit he was sixteen and had only had his license for six months. But if he didn’t ask . . .

Mr. Hillyard stretched out his legs. "Roomier than it looks. So where will we stop for the night?"

Definitely not interested in making good time, which was probably for the best. Jase’s father had threatened to revoke his driving privileges for a year if he picked up one more ticket.

"We can stop at Tok if you want to quit around seven," Jase told him. "But if you’d like to run a little later, we could reach Glennallen by ten."


Mr. Hillyard was a good pickup, not unfriendly, but once they’d started driving, he’d opened his com screen and gone to work, which meant Jase didn’t have to entertain him. And some of the curves that descended into the valley west of the border were a driver’s dream. Jase had dropped down to the recommended speed limit as he swept down the hillside, as he always did carrying stodgy clients, but he still had to pay attention to the road. He didn’t notice anything until Mr. Hillyard said, "What’s that?"

That was a brown cloud hovering over the road at the bottom of the hill. Jase slowed a bit more.

"Dust?" He didn’t see any roadwork.

The cloud swirled and surged toward them, resolving itself into thousands upon thousands of bees.

Nerves prickled up the back of Jase’s neck. He slowed to a crawl, not wanting to coat the Tesla in bug goo.

"I’m glad you put the top up," Mr. Hillyard said. "Is this the right time of year for bees to swarm?"

"I don’t know." Their small hard bodies pinged off the car’s metal skin and rapped against the windows. "I guess. I’ve never seen anything like it."

Jase was very glad he’d put the top up. The bees were outside and he and the client were safe inside, but his heart still beat faster. He could hear their mindless buzzing over the swish of tires on pavement, like a distant chain saw.

Quite a few of the bees had landed on the car and were crawling around the door and the edges of the windows. Between the black and yellow bodies traveling across the windshield and the swarm still in the air, Jase could hardly see the road. Mr. Hillyard reached forward abruptly and punched the button that closed the outside air vent.

"Just in case. Perhaps you’d like to drive a bit faster?"

Jase grimaced. "I’ll have to wash the car. Bug guts are pretty sticky." But he increased his speed a little as he spoke. "There’s a drive-through wash in Tok, but it’ll take a sonic scrub to get it really clean and the closest place for that is Anchorage."

Bees were bouncing off the windshield.

"Maybe you’ll be out of it soon," said Mr. Hillyard.

If anything, the cloud ahead of the car was thicker than the cloud behind.

"I think they’re following us."

Mr. Hillyard frowned at the spinning swarm. "That’s crazy. Why would they?"

"I don’t know. I used a different car wax last time, but that shouldn’t . . ."

The bees were following them. Jase could see patterns in the cloud, brown wisps surging forward to cling to his car. He’d thought bees were attracted to flowers, but there was nothing flowerlike about the Tesla.

This was too weird.

"I’m going to speed up," he warned the client, and took the Tesla from thirty to seventy in about two seconds.

The acceleration threw Jase back in the seat, but he’d been expecting it. The bees hadn’t expected it, and scores of small bodies burst against the windshield—emitting tiny flashes of light as they exploded.

"Whoa! Did you see that?"

Jase turned on the vibro sweep to remove the disgusting remains, and in moments the windshield was clear. Cleaning the headlights and grill wouldn’t be that easy.

"Some sort of phosphorescence?" Mr. Hillyard sounded as baffled as Jase felt. "I didn’t think bees did that."

"Me either." Jase watched the swarm in the rearview screen; the bees were still flying after him, though they were falling behind. Falling behind a lot more slowly than Jase had thought they would. Those bees must be going almost sixty, and he increased the Tesla’s speed a bit more.

The client, he noted, made no objection.

Maybe they caught the sunlight at just the right angle as they burst." Mr. Hillyard sounded a bit unnerved. "I’ve never heard of bees swarming a car, either. Do you have a different species of bees here?"

"I don’t know." On a list of things Jase cared about, different species of bees were near the bottom. "Though if they’re going to be a driving hazard, I guess I’d better find out." He looked at the rearview again. "They’re gone."

But he kept his speed just over the limit for another half hour . . . and Mr. Hillyard still didn’t complain.


Jase drove through the auto wash in Tok, though the Tesla wasn’t as crusted with bug guts as he’d expected. He found quite a few places where the homicidal bees had given their lives to mess up his finish, but instead of the adhesive stickiness he expected, their remains seemed oddly dry. Almost flaky.

The old-fashioned water car wash removed all the residue, and Mr. Hillyard eventually stopped looking for more swarms and went back to his com screen.

His client’s silence gave Jase time to think, and soon worrying about weird bugs gave way to speculating about that mysterious leather bag in his pocket. His first chance to examine it came that night in Glennallen, after he saw Mr. Hillyard safely into his hotel room.

Jase took a few minutes to go back out to the parking lot and spread a cover over the Tesla. There was no rain in the forecast, but he preferred not to come out in the morning and find his car covered with bees. He’d throw away that new wax as soon as he got home.

When he reached his own room, Jase kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed, pulling out the small pouch before he even took off his suit. Judging by the way it squished there was some sort of powder inside, and the girl had done a lousy job with her knots. The cords that had wrapped neatly around it had come loose, tangling in his pocket, and Jase had to unscramble them before he could tackle the final knot that closed the neck.

His grandfather would be appalled that anyone would use a medicine pouch to smuggle something harmful, and the old man had dumped enough culture guilt when Jase was little that his conscience twinged. But he wasn’t the one who’d chosen that disguise for their drugs.

Was it time to try again with his grandfather?

Jase groaned aloud at the thought. Getting to his grandparents’ house would take eight hours, and the last time he hadn’t gotten past the front door! The time before that his grandmother had let him in. His grandfather had asked his gruff question, always the first thing he said to Jase these days. After Jase had answered, he’d turned on the TV and refused to say anything more.

But Jase couldn’t change the answer.

His parents and his grandmother said that the gulf between his father and his grandfather wasn’t his fault, but Jase couldn’t help but feel things would be different if he’d been better at it, when his grandfather had tried so hard to indoctrinate him into Our Way of Life. He could still hear the capital letters the old man put on those words.

But even if he wasn’t cut out for any of the Ananut paths, he couldn’t shake the thought that someday he might be able to get through to his grandfather. They’d both tried, in the beginning. That had to count for something, didn’t it?

It was time to try again.

He’d go next weekend, Jase resolved. Unless his father’s firm had another job for him. He was trying not to hope too hard for that, when the medicine bag’s strings finally loosened.

There weren’t any drugs so powerful you’d get in trouble just touching them, right? If this was the kind of stuff that nuked people’s brains, he could always flush it. He would flush it, as soon as he knew what it was.

Jase opened the narrow neck and looked in, but there wasn’t enough light to see anything. He tipped a small amount of the powder onto his palm. He knew nothing about drugs, but to him it looked like . . .

"Dirt?" The word sounded loud in the empty room.

Small brown crystals that looked like fine sand. Powdery dust that left a pale yellow smudge on his palm. It smelled dusty, not the chemical tang he’d been expecting. Jase quashed the temptation to taste it before he’d even stuck out his tongue. And he’d better wash his hands. Thoroughly.

He really didn’t know about drugs. There probably was one that left yellow smudges. And it probably turned you into a raving imbecile with a single touch. And it didn’t show any sign it was going to affect you for about twelve hours, so you started to believe you were a flying goat just as your car was doing sixty around a forty-mile-an-hour curve.

Because your car could do that.

Jase tipped the drug, dirt, whatever-it-was, back into the pouch and tied it closed. If they didn’t even store it in an airtight container it couldn’t be too lethal, but he’d wash his hands anyway.

He didn’t know about drugs, and he wasn’t stupid enough to want to change that, not on a personal level.

But he’d bet Ferd knew someone who did.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4.5
( 2 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star


4 Star


3 Star


2 Star


1 Star


Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation


  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing all of 2 Customer Reviews
  • Posted March 20, 2012

    When the girl at the Canadian border tosses Jase the medicin

    When the girl at the Canadian border tosses Jase the medicine pouch he suspects she is giving him drugs, but little does Jase know that the little pouch he caught while trying to evade gunfire at the border would change is life forever.

    When I read Trickster’s Girl last year I really enjoyed the story, but had my doubts when I heard the sequel would feature a new main character. Kelsa was a fun character, I liked her and had a hard time imagining the story without her. Jase surprised me though. Not only could I connect with Jase as a character, I really think I enjoyed his story so much more. Jase’s story is about family and the rift that has torn his family apart. While he resists learning to heal the leys, he also resists healing the rift in his family.

    Raven is back, too, for this sequel, but instead of appearing as a handsome young man, he is now appearing as a beautiful Native American girl. I love Raven, the trickster, and it was fun to see what she would do next to try to get Jase on her side.

    The conclusion to this series is stunning and one you don’t want to miss. As I neared the end of the book I couldn’t put it down because I was hooked.

    Great characters, great story, nonstop action, and adventure, plus a family you could really care about make this a great read. Bell is a fabulous writer. Her writing style pulls in the reader and invests them in the story from the very beginning.

    Overall, fans of Trickster’s Girl won’t want to miss this second installment, but if you haven’t read the first, I recommend you go out and read it now, because the second shouldn’t be missed.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2013



    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
Sort by: Showing all of 2 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)