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When the Sea is Rising Red

When the Sea is Rising Red

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by Cat Hellisen

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After seventeen-year-old Felicita's dearest friend Ilven kills herself to escape an arranged marriage, Felicita chooses freedom over privilege. She fakes her own death and leaves her sheltered life as one of Pelimburg's magical elite behind. Living in the slums, scrubbing dishes for a living, she falls for charismatic Dash while also becoming fascinated with


After seventeen-year-old Felicita's dearest friend Ilven kills herself to escape an arranged marriage, Felicita chooses freedom over privilege. She fakes her own death and leaves her sheltered life as one of Pelimburg's magical elite behind. Living in the slums, scrubbing dishes for a living, she falls for charismatic Dash while also becoming fascinated with vampire Jannik. Then something shocking washes up on the beach: Ilven's death has called out of the sea a dangerous wild magic. Felicita must decide whether her loyalties lie with the family she abandoned . . . or with those who would twist this dark power to destroy Pelimburg's caste system, and the whole city along with it.

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Publishers Weekly
Romancing a vampire and a human rogue at the same time might be many girls’ idea of a dream come true, but 16-year-old Pelim Felicita is not enjoying herself. After the suicide of her only friend, she escapes her noble family for a life in the slums, scrubbing dishes in a teashop and trying to lie low. The attentions of Jannik, a “bat” lordling, and Dash, an “arrogant little gutter-dandy,” make it difficult for Felicita to remain anonymous. Her struggles become more than personal when signs of a boggert appear—a parasitic spirit that drains the essence of the living to maintain its presence. A strong magic-wielder, Felicita might be able to forestall the doom that a boggert forebodes, but only at a terrible price. The first-person narration is solidly in character and carries the story with excellent pacing. Debut author Hellisen’s style features evocative descriptions and unflinching detail, drawing readers into the unusual and intriguing elements that make up Felicita’s socially complex world. Ages 12–up. Agent: Suzie Townsend, Nancy Coffey Literary. (Feb.)
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“…an intense look at the seeds of rebellion and the individual consequences they sometimes reap…” —BCCB, Starred

“Hellisen creates an interesting world where magic and superstition rule…” —VOYA

“Hellisen's captivating debut will haunt readers.” —School Library Journal

“Debut author Hellisen's style features evocative descriptions and unflinching detail, drawing readers into the unusual and intriguing elements that make up Felicita's socially complex world.” —Publishers Weekly

“…worldbuilding intrigues, and the open-ended conclusion begs a sequel.” —Kirkus

“Hellisen's first novel combines the survival tactics of Suzanne Collins' Hunger Games books with a fascinating array of magical creatures and powers.” —Booklist

VOYA - Deborah Dubois
In Pelimburg, magic is only available to the Great Houses, who control the scriv used to enhance their powers. Sixteen-year-old Felicita is one of the high-Lammers from House Pelim. After her best friend kills herself, Felicita fakes her own death and leaves her privileged life to escape an arranged marriage. She finds herself in the slums, staying with a group of Hobs, scrubbing dishes for a living. Their leader, Dash, uses his wiles to get her to help them in a revolutionary plot to destroy the caste system. Jannik, a vampire, fascinates Felicita with his own brand of magic but proves to be a true friend when the world comes crashing down on all of them. Although the use of magic is controlled here, there is wild magic that cannot be controlled when Dash calls on the sea-witch to destroy the town. Hellisen creates an interesting world where magic and superstition rule, but it has many elements that are difficult to follow. Felicita learns to overcome her prejudice while living with the Hobs and spending time with Jannik. Her brother, Owen, is cruel, but no real reason is given. The motivation of many of the characters is obscure. More explanation sooner in the story would have improved it. The frequent use of profanity could be problematic for some. This book is recommended as an extra purchase where fantasy is popular. Reviewer: Deborah Dubois
School Library Journal
Gr 8 Up—Felicita and Ilven are members of Pelimburg's elite ruling class, permitted to practice limited magic under the city's strict rationing of the enchanted arts. Seeking to escape an arranged marriage, Ilven throws herself from the seaside cliffs. Doomed to the same matrimonial fate, Felicita runs away and, disguised, takes refuge in the slums of Old Town. Here, she befriends Dash and his ragtag band of misfits, becomes infatuated with the vampire Jannik, and loses her pre-conceived prejudices. For the first time, Felicita experiences a hint of happiness. But Ilven's watery suicide has cursed Pelimburg, unleashing an ancient and destructive magic that will not be reined in—and Dash hopes to manipulate this primal power to begin a revolution. Only a human sacrifice will save the town from the dangers that crawl from the tide. And when this time comes, Felicita will be forced to make the hardest decision of her life. Her world is exquisitely rendered, from the harsh beauty of Old Town to the splendor of Jannik's existence, and characters leap from the pages. Saturating every element of the story is the salt-tinged aura of the sea. Hellisen's captivating debut will haunt readers.—Alissa J. LeMerise, Oxford Public Library, MI
Kirkus Reviews
The scion of a fading magical aristocracy flees an arranged marriage and finds herself caught in a rebellion against her own people. Felicita is made of stronger stuff than her friend Ilven, who responded to her own betrothal by hurling herself off a rocky cliff. Felicita, instead, flees into the slums disguised as a half-caste prostitute. She's high-Lammer, one of the much-loathed colonizing overlords of Pelimburg, but she washes dishes for pennies and tries not to starve among the olive-skinned Hobs. She lives on the mercy of Dash, a Hob--squatter? landlord? criminal? charismatic rebel?--who draws Felicita into his anti-Lammer schemes. Dash plans no mere armed revolt, but a manipulation of wild magic older than the entire Lammer occupation. A seeming love triangle among Felicita, Dash and the well-to-do vampire Jannik is more complicated than the usual; Felicita is drawn to Dash but still mourns the lost Ilven, and Jannik courts Felicita while pining after Dash. There's some clumsy stereotyping in the worldbuilding: Jannik's people are big-nosed, discriminated-against, exotic, exceedingly wealthy, outsider merchants who use their great wealth to exploit the poor and manipulate the aristocracy; sound familiar? Nonetheless, the worldbuilding intrigues, and the open-ended conclusion begs a sequel. Moody, in the spirit of Carrie Ryan's The Forest of Hands and Teeth (2009), but with a much more likable heroine. (Fantasy. 13-16)

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When the Sea is Rising Red

By Cat Hellisen

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Copyright © 2012 Cat Hellisen
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-5101-2


She's not here.

I hunch deeper into the protection of a small copse of stunted blackbarks. Condensed mist drips down the dark leaves and soaks my shawl.

Come on, Ilven. As if I could force her to appear by the power of thought.

Across the close-cropped lawn, House Malker's gray stone face waits, a patient prison. In just a few days Ilven's family will ship her off upriver to some Samar wine farmer, and today is the last chance we have to be alone together.

Mother won't miss me for ages yet — I can risk waiting a few minutes more for Ilven to show. My stomach churns. I hope that no servants saw me leave and that my mother is still at her writing desk, engaged in scribbling long missives to her beloved son, Owen. So beloved, in fact, that he never bothers to leave his town house to see her.

Mother's schedule is narrow and predictable. Like all the women in the High Houses, her life is ruled by a list of acceptable and appropriate behaviors, all of them dictated to her by men. First her father, then her husband, and now her son. One day that will be my lot, I suppose, and it's this thought that made me convince Ilven to run off with me into town to be nothing more than free Lammers for a brief afternoon. Excitement swirls in me and my breathing goes tight.

The minutes stretch, and my hands are slick from the cold and the dampness of my clothes.

Ilven's not going to make it. Her mother, for all that she's tiny and delicate as a glass doll, is a frightful drake. If that cold witch caught even the slightest wind of Ilven's jaunt, then my friend is probably locked in her room.

The memory of our last meeting returns to me. It seems a lifetime ago, and yet only a bare few days have passed. Lady Malker's words are still fresh as I remember the hate I felt when she stared me down, my friend cowering behind her.

* * *

Ilven refuses to look at me. She twists the new silver band on her smallest finger around and around until the skin is red. I cannot draw my gaze away from this tiny detail that has changed everything between us.

"We have many preparations to make," says Lady Malker. There is something frosty about her, and when she talks I expect to feel her breath against my face like a winter sea-gale. Instead, her voice is calm and quiet, but hidden under it are snake-hisses and sneers. "Ilven will not be available for your games today, Felicita, dear." There is a subtle emphasis on games and dear. Nothing overt — I am, after all, from House Pelim — but enough for me to know that Malker are determined to claw their way up to their old level on the social scale. It's a warning of sorts.

I look past Lady Malker, ignoring her.

Ilven's shoulders are hunched. Her pale face is marked with tears, the shadows under her eyes bruised black and purple. Seeing her like this strikes at my very heart. If Lady Malker were not here I would fold Ilven in my arms and kiss her white-gold hair, tell her that everything will work out somehow. Instead, I clench my fists tighter and raise my head high. I cannot show weakness in this House. Rumors would spread, and my family would lose face.

"I thought you were going to come to university with me next year?" It's a stupid thing to say, but I have nothing else. I can hardly ask her about this marriage in front of her mother. I already know all they're going to tell me.

"Samar will have tutors," Ilven mumbles, staring at the polished white floor. Her pale hair is held back with a little metal pin decorated with the four-pointed emerald leaves of her family's crest. Those tiny green leaves are a lie — promising growth where there is none.

I want to scream. My friend doesn't mumble. She doesn't walk with her head down. She doesn't quietly accept that her education will be left in the hands of boys fresh from university.

"Ilven?" I want to remind her that she is a person who kicks off her shoes and stockings to run across the green fields behind our estates, that she once helped me play pranks on my idiot of a brother, that we are sister-friends, that we have kissed and sworn eternal friendship.

She looks up, and her eyes are pleading. She wants me to stay. She wants me to go.

"Perhaps we could arrange a little going-away party," Lady Malker says. "Something for the ladies." Her laugh is like the colored glass baubles the lower War-Singers make as frivolities.

A going-away party. We dress things up with pretty words. My friend is not going on a pleasure jaunt, or a holiday upriver to see the ruling city of MallenIve. They are selling her off to some nameless man with arable land. They are selling her for caskets of wine.

"It will be fun," she says. "I'll write you letters."

I hide a tight smile. Ilven's been locked up before, not allowed to see anyone for weeks on end, but we have a system. There are servants we can trust. I have Firell, and she, some poor sallow Hob girl, with one eye gone milky from a childhood illness. These two pass our letters between them, keeping our secrets. "And I'll write back," I say.

I bow my head to Lady Malker and take my leave.

There may be nothing I can do to stop Ilven's marriage, but I can try to make her last days here in Pelimburg ones she will remember.

* * *

Those last days have crept by all too quickly, and instead of running with Ilven through the town as we planned, I am crouched in a spinney, getting progressively more rain-damp, while Ilven is trapped in her rooms, imprisoned by her mother. I shift position to ease cramps in my legs and stare across the misted lawns. Nothing.

There is a scrawled note in my pocket, and I take it out for the thousandth time. The oils of my fingers and the humid air have turned the ink blurry, the paper grubby and thin, covered with Ilven's small neat hand that, like her, tries not to draw attention to itself.

I read it again. No, this is the date she set — the only time when she would have the chance to leave the house unnoticed. My heart sinks. I feel like I've failed her, that somehow I should have just had the courage to walk out of my house and into hers, take her hand, and, without asking, without showing fear, lead her down to the town. There I would have bought her a gift, held her close, and kissed her goodbye.

However, I'm not willing to tuck tail and go back home yet. If Ilven can't be with me, she would be happy just to hear whatever stories I can bring back to her. The city is calling, full of promises. Ilven would want me to go.

A rational voice is telling me to forget about it — I'll have plenty of time to see Pelimburg properly soon enough, when I go to further my magic studies at Pelimburg's university. Then again, I've never been overly fond of rational thoughts.

Perhaps I could still buy Ilven a gift in town — something for her to look at and remember me by. So with my heart giddy-thumping like a lost uni-foal, I race through the gray drizzle and down the hillside to New Town. My mother's claustrophobic fears slip from me as I hurtle downhill. The cold leaves me exhilarated, shivering.

Pelimburg is a city of rain and mist and spray. It's supposed to be my home, but a lifetime lived in my mother's cage of a mansion means that I barely know it. I've only ever seen the city from the confines of a carriage; now I breathe deep, tasting how different the air is, how sweet the drops feel on my tongue. Up on the hillside, the rain seems bitter and darker.

The umbrella twirls in my hands, dancing. Goodbye, Ilven. I close my eyes for a moment, pushing away my sadness and letting my face go blank as the chalk cliff, before setting off again.

"Watch it," someone grumbles as I pass by, and water spins from my silk umbrella. Not a person here knows or cares that I am from the highest House in the whole city or that my family once owned every cobblestone of every street that webs Pelimburg, as my mother is wont to point out. Of course, that was before the scriven here ran out and half the Houses packed up to follow Mallen Gris to found the city-state of MallenIve. Now our House is a relic, a thing of former glory.

I take in the strangeness of a city that knows my name but not my face. There's a portrait of me in the University Gallery, as there is of every Pelim since my ancestor decided to raise the building, and I suppose were I to go to the center of New Town, where the oligarchy of the three remaining Great Houses — Pelim, Malker, and Eline — meet and make their plans, perhaps someone would recognize me. And if none of them did, there are a host of lower High Houses like Skellig and Evanist scrabbling for a place in the gaping holes of the Great House ranks; one of their members would sell me out, blacken my honor in order to play their power games. After all, we are the pinnacle and the very city is named for us.

Dogs, I think. All of them. Showing their bellies when they want something, snarling in packs when that doesn't work.

I want to be far away from that, from people who hate me because I was born into the Pelim name. And what is a Great House? As Ilven points out, we're merely the kings of the midden. The ranks of Houses below us do not understand that there is safety in powerlessness. No one is waiting for them to fall.

Instead of heading toward New Town, I take Spindle Way and cross the Levelling Bridge, plunging between its high dark houses, under the laundry lines that drip overhead, and over to that strange forbidden quarter where the aboriginal Hobs and the low-Lammers without magic mingle: Old Town.

Just past the end of the bridge, Spindle Way feeds into a broad road that runs along the curve of the Claw. Next to it is a slick promenade. The houses here are old-fashioned, and it is strange to think that once my family may have lived in one of these crow-stepped pastel buildings, back when Pelimburg was little more than a main street and a tiny harbor, when our magic was as strong as our fishing fleets, when of all the Great Houses, only Mallen stood higher than us. I run my fingers along the old walls, committing the gritty feel of the crumbling plaster to memory. Perhaps next time I'll try to find out which one was ours.

The houses overlook the wide mouth of the Casabi, where the river and the ocean meet and tangle, and I imagine some ancestor of mine looking down at the view from her white wooden window frame.

I close my umbrella and lean against the salt-bitten wall, paint flaking on my back. The chips fall to the ground, faded and pink. Hazy figures run along the promenade, through the veil of sea-rain, their hands over their heads or their whalebone-ribbed umbrellas snapped open against the deluge.

Beyond them the sea roars, gray and green. The white cliffs are invisible, shrouded by the rain and the raging ocean. My family house hides in the mist. And in that house, right now, my mother will be fretting, wringing her hands as she stalks the corridors, calling my name.

"Pelim Felicita?"

The man's voice makes me start. I turn so that my furled umbrella stands between us.

"You're far from home," he says, nodding to where the cliffs should be. "What brings you down here?"

He's black haired, skinny, with a nose too big and pointed to suit his thin face. Not Lammer, for certain — not with that pasty white skin. And the only bats in Pelimburg who would dare talk to me as an equal are limited to the families of the three freed-vampire Houses. He's no errand boy, then, for all their peculiar laws.

I have never spoken to one of the males before — the wray, they're called — and my understanding is that their House hierarchy puts them on the level of indentured servants. What do I say? I have no idea what the protocol is when speaking to a wray.

"You've met my sister," he says at my continued silence. His faint smile drops away, and he watches me with clouded eyes. Uncertainty has made him flick his opaque third eyelids into place.

"Roisin?" She's the only bat I know even the slightest bit. A Sandwalker — her House's star rises even as my own falls. A good acquaintance to encourage, I suppose, although the girl herself is a bore. House Sandwalker specializes in the rare art of perfumery, and Roisin is lucky to have nose and skill, for she possesses little in the way of brains. If it hadn't been for how our House suffered after the last Red Death wiped out so much of our fishing profit, I wouldn't even have bothered to know her name.

The bat leans against the wall next to me, and there is a shimmery displacement of air that feels almost like being tickled by a goose feather. "Jannik," he says, and holds out one hand, as if I were a House son.

He wants me to touch him. We do not touch them — we have pretended some status to the few in Pelimburg, but only because of money. In MallenIve, my brother says, the bats know their place. I know little of MallenIve except what Owen has told me. They still have the pass laws there. Owen approves, and I suppose I should too.

I make it a point to never be like my brother.

With this in mind, I gingerly brush my fingers against Jannik's. His hand is warm and dry from being in his pocket. A shiver of magic dances between us, then disappears as I let go. It leaves my skin numb and cold like at the start of the flu and I turn my head from him, uncertain of what to say. It's like no magic I've ever felt before and the hairs on my arms rise, tingling. I should say something. The silence between us is strained and awkward, and for a moment I'm certain he's laughing at me on the inside. A mocking glint is in his indigo eyes.

Normally I'm the first person to bristle at any insult, implied or otherwise. I take my pride too seriously, my mother says. But this time I feel lost, like a ketch in a storm. Something about Jannik has thrown me. It must be because I've never had any man talk to me as if I were his equal. Always the men treat us like we're simpletons to be herded through life, to be humored for our fancies, to be disciplined when we stray. And it's something I never really thought about till this moment.

For a dizzying instant, my whole world turns about, and an infinite set of new windows opens. I am looking out through someone else's eyes, and I hear myself gasp. Then the faintness falls away and the ground is once again solid.

I stare at Jannik. His mouth twitches. "I'm beginning to feel like I should be skinned and put on display," he says.

His words break through my disorientation and I shake my head. "I'm sorry. I never —" Something catches my eye.

In the distance, a familiar silver-gray carriage rounds the street corner. Four surf-white unicorns pull it forward. There is no hiding my family's ostentatiousness.

It's my brother's coach, and if he sees me out here in the dirty streets filled with magicless low-Lammers and Hobs, he'll find some way to punish me. Were he to see the bat standing this close to me, his fury would be painful at best. I open my umbrella with a snap, spraying Jannik with silver droplets and startling him into jerking away from the wall. "Here," I say as I thrust the umbrella into Jannik's hand. "Hide me."

Amusement flickers across his face as he props the black umbrella over one shoulder and pulls me close. From the road, we will look like nothing so much as two lovers on the street. "Someone you don't want to see?" he says against my ear. His breath is warm, stirring the tight curls at the nape of my neck. Again, that strange magic flutters against me, in time with his breathing. I have never been this close to a man. He is close enough to kiss. I push the thought away, concentrate on my brother instead.

"Someone I don't want to see me."

Jannik smells clean, without a hint of the telltale sweet-and-spice of scriven dust, so I've no idea where that prickle of magic comes from. I'd expect him to smell meaty, like fresh blood, and not of soap and musk, of amber and perfumes. Perhaps the vampires scrub their skin after they feed. The thought makes me ill.

"My brother," I explain, trying not to shiver as magic crab-walks down my spine. From the corner of my eye, I can see the rough skin of his cheeks, freshly scraped with a razor. His heart is beating against mine. Despite the tales told, I know that bats are living, are far from immortal, but this is the first time I have been close to one, and it is this patter of his heart that makes it real. He is too warm when I expected coldness.


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Cat Hellisen lives in Capetown, South Africa, near the sea, and drinks a lot of tea. She tends not to start revolutions. When the Sea is Rising Red is her first novel.

Cat Hellisen lives in Cape Town, South Africa. She is also the author of When the Sea Is Rising Red.

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When the Sea is Rising Red 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
FuzzyCoffeeBooks More than 1 year ago
What I Liked: 1) I liked the mysterious magic that is swirling around in this world. It's unlike any magical type of theme that I've read before, so that definitely intrigued me. 2) The details. The world of Pelimburg was explained very thoroughly, so with just a little imagination you can easily conjure up images of each and every scene as it unfolds. You could definitely tell that a lot of creativity and imagination went into this story. 3) I liked the cover. That's what drew me into the book at first, though it also gave me the wrong impression of what I was reading. 4) Jannik. Vampire guy. Which, the other people in Pelimburg call Bats. I thought that was interesting. What I Didn't Like: 1) I've read the whole book now, and I have no idea who the good guys are. Where are all the good people? Okay, Jannik. He was a good guy. But no one else was. Everyone was bad. I even didn't like Felicita very much. She has kind of an impossible decision to make, but still. And in the end, she ends up making what I personally think was the worse of the two options. *punches all the things* This book kind of made me angry. Like something evil crept out of it and into my soul. *as a side note, books that can pull strong emotions, be they bad or good, should all be commended.* I just want more good people. 2) For as detailed as the descriptions were of places, and what things LOOKED LIKE, there was little as far as explanations go of history and the back story of this magic, and the craziness that comes from everything. Sad. I'm sad at the end of this book. Sad and angry. *punches things again* Overall Thoughts: Eh. Sad and angry. Lots of people are going to think this book was great. I can tell that, because the writing style is succinct and the story is very dark with unexpected twists and a unique plot. As far as for me...it wasn't my cup of tea. More good people. *wanders off to find happiness*
TurningThePagesBlog More than 1 year ago
This was the other book that I read during my Goodreads group's read-a-thon and it was by far my favourite read during it! I was incredibly drawn to the book for the cover, it's a little creepy but it's really awesome too, and it's one that I would love to have as a poster. The story itself was extremely well written. I don't generally read fantasy novels that aren't set on regular old planet earth but this is one that was more out there in terms of the whole world building thing. Yes it takes place on earth but it's a fantastical Earth. I really enjoyed the way that the author laid the whole story out. The novel had bits of mystery, suspense and fantasy (paranormal) all rolled up into one superbly written novel. Since the book is still relatively new I'm going to try and refrain from posting any spoilers so I will just be reviewing the book as a whole, rather than ripping it a part in order to review it. I think that Cat Hellisen is a great new emerging talent in the writing world and she's South African (I'm half South African) and we share the same birthday (May 31st) though we're 13 years apart. I personally think that there are so many South African writers that deserve recognition but because they aren't from the U.S. they often don't get the widespread audience that they should but I'm happy to see that this book was picked up by a major publishing company because it is absolutely worth the read. Felicita was a great female character who while she was scared, she found an inner strength in the face of the adversity she had to endure. I like how she evolved from a stuck up elitist teenager to one that is more humble even though she had to face the world alone for the most part. Several times during the book I felt sorry for her given the certain circumstances occurring at the time and place in the book. I think the thing that I liked most about Felicta's story was that her story was very much a coming of age story where a girl makes drastic changes by abandoning her previous life, going through the regular teenage things such as love, and betrayal as well as some few not so regular teenage things as well. This book was a fantastic fantasy read with a great female character who while she had moments where I wanted to shake her and say "NO DON'T DO THAT" I really liked her and the saddest part for me in finishing the book was that it's a stand alone as far as I know, which sucks since the way Cat finished the book left it open ended for a sequel (If you are Cat Hellisen and you're reading this PLEASE bring Felicita back). As I said before, the author has an incredible gift for writing and I hope that she continues writing because she may just have a life long fan over here and even though I already read the book I'm going to be buying myself a copy of it just so I can re-read it. It was that damn good. I would have no problem recommending this book to anyone, but I think that if you really like YA Fantasy novels that this one should be put on your TBR lists. The story is great, the plot is intriguing and the characters are interesting. I for one am but this on my top 100 favourite books list and it's one of my favourites this year.
rachelnaddeo More than 1 year ago
I guess the problem was that I expected too much of When The Sea Is Rising Red. The book description makes this novel sounds as something fresh and unique yet even though it was different in many ways, it doesn't mean that all differences are good. I read it in two days, so it does have a lot of action and mystery that makes you want to keep reading but it wasn't as enthralling as I was expecting it to be. And I was actually expecting to be more of a paranormal novel, but actually it was rather a novel with paranormal aspects. Felicita belongs to one of the ruling houses in Pelimburg, which means that she can perform magic as long as she has access to one specific drug. There are three types of magic: the ability to read people’s emotions, the ability to see the future, and the ability to manipulate air molecules. Felicita has the last ability. When her best friend, Ilven, kills herself Felicita is even more alone. But when Felicita's brother wants her to marry an old but rich high Lammer, she fakes her own death to try to live her life the way she wants to. When she escaped her old life, she ended up in the middle of the lower class. She finds a home with Dash and others who seem to be keeping a secret. Dash plans to take revenge on the high houses for killing his sister and while Felicita doesn't know it yet, she will play a crucial role in his plan. It actually really lucky and a big coincidence that Felicita with her special ability ended up living with Dash (this bit disappointed me a bit since without Felicita his plan wouldn't have worked, but how would he have known that she would end up with him?) Felicita was not an appealing character. Actually none of them were. Felicita being a spoiled rich child, doesn't know how to behave with the low class. Even though she starts to work and tries to resemble the others, somehow I found her to be so conceited. Nara, a girl who also lives with Dash, was the nicest one for me; for she tries to please everyone and is always happy. Dash was a weird character; he really was charming and all but I couldn't relate to him at all and I wanted to know more about him and his past. And the vampire Jannik was my preferable love interest and yet Felicita treats him badly even though he may be one of her only friends. One thing that bothered me was that each character's stories were so badly-described and they appeared completely out of the blue. The story has its appeal. If it wasn't for it, I don't think I would have finished this novel. The story has a rather slow pace but there are many mysteries that keep you hooked on the story and making you wait rather impatiently to know how everything will play out. Felicita does get better towards the end but still not my favorite heroine. The ending was how I wanted it to be but somehow quite disappointing; for I was expecting to be out of love than out of need. (I know that may sound a bit weird but if you read the book, you will know what I'm talking about!) When The Sea Is Rising Red could have been a lot better. Magic could have played a bigger part in the story and the characters could have been more appealing. The story though keeps you somewhat enthralled and awaiting for the next developments. The story certainly has its uniqueness but they were not that well-developed. The writing was actually really nice and had a historical feel to it. I did enjoy reading it and I hope that if you read it too, you will enjoy it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This one was hard to get into, it took several tries but once I got there I just had to see where it would go. I felt that the author jumped into the story expecting you to already know & understand this world she's created. I really didn't identify with any of the characters either. I did like the book ok, it just didn't hit anywhere near my amazing meter.....
SilverbookGirl More than 1 year ago
When I first read the summary for When the Sea is Rising Red I knew I had to read it. I mean, first of all it’s fantasy, and we all know my weakness for fantasy. And it looked to be dark, creepy fantasy, which hooked me in even more. When the Sea is Rising Red did not disappoint. It was dark, creepy, and surprising. When I first read the synopsis I was bummed because it looked like it gave everything away but it doesn’t. Each new page was filled with magic, and surprises. Keeping me interested and longing to find out more. I’m not going to lie, Felicita kind of annoyed me. She seemed to have no plan and was just wandering around willy-nilly waiting for things to fall into place. Now granted toward the end she started taking control over her life and surroundings but in the beginning she made the decision to run away and then just kind of floated. The good thing about her being this way was the fact that it let other characters shine. Cat Hellisen did magic with her integration of Vampires. They were a part of the story without being overly vampireish and they provided a fabulous foil to Felicita’s family. Like Felicita I never knew who was good, who was trying ruin Pelimburg, and who was caught in the middle. every time I thought I had figured it out something would happen to change my point of view. The ending of When the Sea is Rising Red was interesting and kind of confusing. While I really enjoyed the way in which it was written I wish it had been a bit more clear, or that it had been more drawn out so I could fully understand what was happening. But I guess that was part of the intrigue of the ending. Overall I enjoyed this book though I wish the ending had been a little clearer. Oh, and I need a sequel.