Death and the Girl He Loves (Darklight Series #3)

Death and the Girl He Loves (Darklight Series #3)

by Darynda Jones

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ISBN-13: 9780312625221
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 10/08/2013
Series: Darklight Series , #3
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 524,459
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.80(d)
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author DARYNDA JONES won a Golden Heart® for best paranormal for her manuscript First Grave on the Right. As a born storyteller, she grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike. Darynda lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys.

LORELEI KING has recorded over 200 audiobooks, including several titles from Janet Evanovich's bestselling Stephanie Plum series and Darynda Jones's Charley Davidson series. Her many awards include the 2008 Audie Award for Female Solo Narration for Tallgrass by Sandra Dallas, the Radio Times performer of the Year for The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood, and AudioFile Earphones Awards for Eleven on Top and Twelve Sharp, both by Janet Evanovich. AudioFile also deemed her one of the "Best Voices of 2008."

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The Bedford Fields Academy pitched itself as one of the most prestigious private schools in North America, promising a stellar education and a future brighter than an exploding supernova. Or something along those lines. In reality, it was a last-ditch effort for rich parents with kids who’d been kicked out of every other institution in the free world. The boarding school was insanely expensive, but those parents with unruly children and money to burn would pay anything for the illusion of a good education. They took their public guise seriously. Keeping up the pretense of good parentage took effort. And trust funds. And the school kept the children out of their hair. For that, they would pay extra.

I didn’t know that when I started at Bedford Fields, of course, but a pretty blonde with too much eyeliner and too few scruples explained the rules and regulations of the school in the bathroom while cleaning her nails with a switchblade. She’d lifted the knife from a vendor while on vacation with her family in Cabo San Lucas the summer before, and she made sure to mention how she’d honed the blade to a razor’s edge for ease of penetration. She then proceeded to ask me why a redheaded short chick with pasty white skin dared to enter her domain. I had no idea if she meant the school or the bathroom. Either way, that was my first day and my introduction to life sans everything I’d ever known. It went downhill from there.

First of all, the reality of winter in the North was a complete shock to my system. I couldn’t get warm, even bundled in seven layers as I was then. Second, I’d started school in the middle of the semester, thus I was behind in almost every class they’d assigned to me. And third, I apparently had an accent, a fact that some of the more irritating students reveled in teasing me about.

But the worst part of all was that I took homesickness to a whole new level. I missed my grandparents, my friends, my house, and my old school to the point of feeling like I had the flu 24/7. I even missed Tabitha Sind, the bane of my existence. Luckily I had Kenya here to take up where Tab had left off. At least Tabitha had never threatened me with a switchblade. Life was simpler in New Mexico. Life at a boarding school for rich kids in a state where the weather rivaled that of Siberia was far too complex. And hazardous to my health.


I heard my nom de guerre but kept walking. While my friends in New Mexico knew me as Lorelei McAlister, aka my real name, the students and faculty here in Maine knew me as Lorraine Pratt, a transfer student from Arizona. Fortunately, I’d been to Arizona a couple of times, just enough to fend off questions from the more curious students.

“Lorraine,” she called again, but I hated nothing more than being late to class. These teachers at BFA could wither a winter rose with one look.

I kept my head down and my gaze glued to the floor. Now that I was no longer a novelty, I could slip relatively unnoticed from class to class. At first, everyone stared. Everyone. That’s what I got for transferring in the middle of a semester. But once the other kids found out I was a scholarship student, and not a particularly interesting one at that, they stopped staring and ignored me altogether. Most of them, anyway.

I could handle being ignored, but the scholarship was a mystery I had yet to figure out. I’d been secreted away from everything I’d ever known in the middle of the night. Driven in four different vehicles with four different groups of caretakers for over two days straight, and delivered onto the steps of Bedford Fields in the bitingly frigid predawn hours with little more than a suitcase and a hair tie. How on earth did I suddenly have a scholarship? That was clearly a part of the plan my grandparents forgot to mention.

“Lorraine, wait up.”

I finally slowed, risking death by trampling in the crowded hall, and let the eighth-grader, who also happened to be my roommate, catch up to me. She was the only student still enamored with my shiny newness, and she was the only kid besides a boy named Wade who paid me any mind. I’d been at the boarding school for weeks, and Wade treated me like we’d known each other forever, but Crystal still looked at me with stars in her eyes. Hopefully my gleam would wear off soon, because she could be a little irritating.

She beamed at me when she caught up, her cerulean eyes sparkling behind round-rimmed glasses and thick dark braids.

Well, irritating in a charming way. She was another scholarship student, a science whiz who was destined to be the next Stephen Hawking if I had anything to say about it. The girl’s mind was like a supercomputer on steroids.

“Hey, Crystal.”

“Hey,” she said back, breathless from trying to catch up to me. “So what are you doing?”

I tried not to chuckle and indicated the door ahead of me with an index finger. “Just headed to class.”

“Oh, right, okay, that’s a good idea. Last class of the day.”

“Yup. And isn’t yours across campus?” I asked her.

She looked around in utter cluelessness, spun in a complete circle to get her bearings. I felt the crush of students acutely, especially when one student knocked me forward as he rushed past. I felt a tug at my coat and started to say something, but I barely caught sight of the back of his head before he disappeared into the crowd. He was wearing a hoodie anyway.

“Yes, it is.” Crystal’s pale face had a light sprinkling of freckles over cheeks slightly chapped from the biting winds of Maine. Under a button nose sat a bow-shaped mouth that made her look even younger than her fourteen years. She looked like a doll I once had. Exactly like a doll I once had. It was eerie. She put one foot behind the other and hitched a thumb over her shoulder. “I guess I should jet, then.”

I couldn’t help a grin. “Okay, you jet. I’ll see you later?”

After flashing me a smile that could have melted the heart of the White Witch in Narnia, she nodded and hurried away.

I watched her leave, a little enamored myself with such a guileless creature, then turned and ran right into the one girl in school I did not want to run into. The only one who accessorized with black nail polish, a razor-blade pendant, and a switchblade.

She gaped, completely offended by my presence, then shoved me away from her. I stumbled back and barely kept from tumbling head over heels by grabbing on to another student’s backpack. He scowled over his shoulder, then jerked out of my grip before I could apologize. Or right myself. I almost fell anyway, but I managed to get my footing without any more humiliation than absolutely necessary.

“Nice save,” Kenya said, raising her brows as though impressed.

But I was still reeling from what I’d gained from our little encounter. I wasn’t fond of Kenya Slater. She wasn’t fond of me. But it was disturbing nonetheless to watch her die.

Unfortunately for me—and everyone around me—I have, for lack of a better word, visions. Sometimes when I touch people, I can see into their futures or their pasts. It’s heart-wrenching on several levels. I never see the time they were laughing at a party or riding a roller coaster at the fair, screaming with exhilaration. No, I see the bad parts of their lives. I see the catastrophic. I see the pain and fear and anxiety. And now, thanks to this nifty skill I’d inherited, I knew exactly when, where, and how Kenya was going to die.

Her death flashed before my eyes the moment we touched. The visions were thoughtful that way. And now I had a decision to make. I’d struggled with the question of divulgence before. Many times. And this scenario was no exception. I might be able to prevent her death if she’d listen to me, but that took a lot of faith. And since she threatened me with a switchblade every chance she got, I didn’t figure faith was her strong suit. Especially faith in me. The new girl. The girl she most liked to harass and promise a slow and painful death to. I was pretty sure I’d developed a nervous twitch after meeting her.

But this was different. Maybe it was a timing thing. She was going to die too soon. Too young. She literally had only days to live. And the vision stole my breath with its vividness.

In it, a storm rolled in, darkening what had been a sunny afternoon. She was on a boat with her aunt, uncle, big sister, and little brother, but it wasn’t a vacation or a pleasure trip. She was scared. Her aunt and uncle were scared, too—terrified, in fact—running, trying to get away from something, to escape. The clouds roiling overhead like a cauldron of a dark witch’s brew dipped lower and lower in the sky. If Kenya reached up, she could have touched them, but she was busy clinging to her brother for dear life. The water churned and crashed against her uncle’s sailboat. Rain slashed horizontally through the sky, the stinging chill cutting to the bone. Her sister had wedged herself between two seats, huddled there, shivering, worried she’d fall overboard.

I could feel the unimaginable fear that blinded Kenya to everything but those clouds. Yet it wasn’t the storm clouds she was afraid of. It was something else. Something inside them.

Before I could identify the source of her fear, another wave hit. It slammed against the boat, causing one side to tip and rise with the swell until the small boat had no choice but to succumb to the fates. The water hit Kenya hard, slapping against her as she crashed into it. She tried desperately to keep ahold of her brother, reached blindly for her sister, but the pull of the waves was too strong. It sucked her deeper and deeper into its icy grip. She kicked. Fought with every ounce of strength she had. Then, left with no choice, she exchanged water for air and filled her burning lungs. Panic seized her with such a violent force, she gagged, tried to swallow the entire ocean, searched desperately for oxygen in the thick liquid. And found none.

The last image that flashed in my mind was of her floating in the deep gray depths of the arctic water. Her eyes open. Her mouth a grim line as though she’d accepted her fate at last, but did so unhappily.

And she knew. She knew who was to blame.

Ricocheting back to the present, I sucked in a sharp gulp of air, fighting the feeling of suffocation, of drowning. I doubled over and coughed, then clamped a hand over my mouth when I felt bile slip up the back of my throat.

What were they running from? Why were they so scared? And why would anyone be the blame for a storm?

“Pratt?” she said, her voice edged with wariness instead of her usual menace.

I ignored her, turned, and was fighting my way to the bathroom when I bumped into a boy. Another vision gripped me and performed a hostile takeover of all brain function. And just like the vision of Kenya and her family, this boy’s expiration date was rocketing toward him. And it was disturbingly similar to hers. The storm. The dark clouds. The roaring winds. The boy was running toward his dorm on the school campus, but unlike Kenya, he was scared of the storm and nothing else. He died when a tree was uprooted and took down some electrical wires near him. The currents hammering through his body brought me down, because I didn’t just see what happened to people in my visions; I felt it, too. Every spike of fear. Every wince of anguish. Every spasm of pain. And being electrocuted to death hurt. An agonizing pain pulsated through me, attacking my nervous system until the boy breathed his last breath and his body shut down.

I felt a hand on my arm. I pushed it away and stumbled to my feet, reeling from that experience when another boy reached to help me.

Same day.

Same storm.

Same utter chaos.

Different death.

I jerked away from him and slammed into a girl. I now had an audience. Students surrounded me, and every one I touched died.

Same day.

Same storm.

Same utter chaos.

Different death.

One after the other until I stumbled into a bathroom and locked myself in a stall. The shock of each death shuddered through me as I heaved my lunch into the toilet. When the spasms eased, I spit out the sour taste and tried to clear my head. To understand what I was seeing.

Something had changed. Something had happened in the last few minutes that altered the fates of every kid at school. But they were in different places. On the water. In a storm shelter. In Town Hall. Fleeing the country in a chartered Learjet. And it wasn’t just them. It was their brothers and sisters, their parents and friends. In exactly five days, everyone in the city of Bangor, Maine, was going to die. But somehow, I didn’t think it would stop there.

What was different? What could have—?

Then it hit me. The boy. The tug at my coat. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a note. It was the third one I’d received in quite the same manner. Stuffed into the pocket of my jacket when I wasn’t looking or secreted into my backpack.

Dread consumed me as I opened it. This one had a stick figure drawing of two people, a boy and a girl. The girl—who I was going to assume was me since she had garishly curly red hair—was lying on the ground, presumably dead. Blood pooled on her chest and sat in puddles around her head and torso. The boy clutched a knife in his three-fingered hand, but he was leaning over her. Over me. And a darkness was leaving her mouth and entering his. Like he wanted what was inside me. Like he welcomed it.

And somehow he knew. When I was six years old, I had been possessed by a demon. A demon that was still inside me. But no one here knew that. How could they? And yet this boy did.

Five words made up the text of the note. I read them over and over in disbelief. Fear darkened the edges of my periphery. Five words. Five words that had the power to make the darkness inside me quake and buck inside my body. Five words that would change the fate of the world. Five words that read simply, I know what you are.


Copyright © 2013 by Darynda Jones

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Death and the Girl He Loves 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
RedheadedBookworm More than 1 year ago
MIND. BLOWN Can I just leave it at that? I can't even begin to pull together what this book has made me feel and think but I suppose I should try.  I loved this series from the beginning. It makes me sad to say goodbye to these characters to whom I've grown attached. Lorelei knew this day was coming. It has been foretold for centuries that she would stop this war from happening but that doesn't mean she was prepared for it. If the visions of what was to come could bring her to her knees, how was she supposed to handle the real thing? Doubts plague her. Everyone seems to have faith except Lorelei. She's seen the gruesome deaths of her family and friends and knows failure is not an option, but without a plan she sees no way out.  Darynda has worked her magic yet again with this wonderful conclusion to the Darklight series. I'm reading along in the midst of the action, gripping my kindle, heart racing, on the verge of tears screaming NOOOOOOO. What are you doing? This isn't how it's supposed to be!  Then in true Darynda fashion TWIST! I gotta say, I did NOT see that coming! I fought it for as long as I could. Nope, this is not how it's gonna end. She'll throw another twist in there, I'm sure of it. Then once I got to 98% and nothing changed I figured I might as well accept it. This was how she was ending it. I had to accept it. This was how my beloved characters would spend the rest of their days.  I have a love/hate relationship with the ending of this book. It was masterfully done. It's something no one will expect, but I'm not ready to say goodbye! The way Darynda ended this book, I feel she could continue on with these characters. I really hope she does. I'm not sure I want a world that is devoid of the shenanigans of this rag tag bunch.  I received this book from the author in exchange for my honest opinion. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Darynda Jones never disappoints.
Marie1MB More than 1 year ago
LOVED THIS BOOK! I am absolutely AMAZED with how much I enjoyed the characters and the story. Darynda Jones sure knows how to create a masterpiece each and every time.
BooksnKisses More than 1 year ago
NUMBER OF STARS: 3 3/4  REVIEW:  Lorelei has always know that she was the key to stopping a war.  But she never knew how she was suppose to do that.  Even as everything comes to a head she still doesn’t know how she is going to save everyone she loves and the world all at the same time.  Another good book from Darynda Jones.  I have really enjoyed Lorelei, Jared and their groups of friends.   Poor Lorelei has the weight of the world and everyone on her shoulders.  But i didn’t expect her to try to revert into her own shell.   Even with everyone telling her that she will do great, that she will know what she has to do, Lorelei has some major doubts.   The final fight scene was gut wrenching for me.  I cried!!   I love Lorelei and Jared, but as I am reading I have to remind myself that this was a YA book.  I kept waiting for them to go pass just a sweet teenage kiss.  But those darn grandparents always seem to be there to break it up ;) I hope that this is not the end of the Darklight series, but......  I guess we will have to wait and see what Ms. Jones has in store for us next Disclaimer:  I received a complimentary copy of the book in exchange for an honest review. This review is my own opinion and not a paid review. 
ChelC13 More than 1 year ago
I loved every word of this book! It being the third and last in the Darklight Trilogy I was anxious for the ending,on how Darynda was going to wrap it all up. I was enthralled with the story just as I was for each of the other two books, heck with all of her books! Lorelei is hilarious, and when you add Glitch and Brooke it is wonderful the things that are said. I really loved getting to know Kenya she was a wonderful addition and I thought it brilliant the huge role she actually played. I think the reason the reality in Darynda’s books are so addictive is that even though they have a feel of reality to them in the midst of the turmoil the humor shines through like a rainbow after the storm. Truly I laughed out loud, I sniffled back tears and most of all I couldn’t put it down until I devoured the story completely! Jared is yummy yummy and even Cameron brooding and all is smokin’. I wish I had me some Jared and what I would give up to have the Angel of Death as my own! The emotion in this book makes me long for an epilogue novella, a 'what happened after and who is loving on whom'. Oh in a perfect world *wink* Anyway even without the novella, the Trilogy far surpassed my expectations and after reading Charley Davidson they were somewhat high! Love love love and I recommend to all and of course give 5 huge Angel of Death stars (you know hot, sexy, smoking, shiny, need I go on?)
LITERALADDICTION_MLO More than 1 year ago
Our Review, by LITERAL ADDICTION's Pack Alpha - Chelle: *ARC Received from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review Death and the Girl He Loves was a nice conclusion to the DARKLIGHT trilogy. Was it my favorite of the series? No. Was it interesting, compelling, and worth recommending. Absolutely! This installment was quite a bit more somber and serious than the previous two. Since the moment Lorelei found out about her heritage, she has known that she was the key to stopping a war, however, she never knew how, or when, and nobody could (or would) tell her. As the end draws near, Lorelei's stress ratchets ever higher, and her self doubt skyrockets. Add to that the fact that she's literally foreseen the deaths of everyone she loves and is convinced that she just CAN'T stop what's to come, and she's kind of a mess. As she and the rest of the gang try to come up with ways to literally stop the apocalypse and change fate, she systematically works through these complex layers and attempts to find her center. While I enjoyed all of that, found the seriousness necessary, and loved the journey and growth of the characters, I missed the snark and wit. There just weren't as many one liners, snippy comebacks, silly escapades and practical jokes as there were in the previous 2 books, and while my brain understood the necessity for the solemnity, my heart longed for the level of Darynda Jones snark and with that I've come to crave. I will say this, where the book 'grew up' and swapped fun for seriousness in my opinion, it didn't turn into a stodgy old biddy shut in at home. The level of action was as great, if not better, than the previous 2 books. In addition, the suspense and surprise in this installment were amazing. The plot twist was very unexpected for me, and at first, I was honestly really confused. Then, as it was all laid out and explained, I thought it was kinda brilliant! :)  All in all, Death and the Girl He Loves was an engaging read that I would recommend. I do recommend reading the entire series in order, however, as there is just way too much history for the book to stand well on its own.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book and the first one. Amazing character development. Just awe-inspiring. Dont miss any of her books, or youll regret it, I promise.
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lrhubble More than 1 year ago
A Fantastic Read Contemporary, Paranormal, Young Adult Banger, Maine & Riley’s Switch, New Mexico Most girls wouldn’t want the fate of the world resting on their shoulders and Lorelei McAlister is no different. Unfortunately for her the fate of the world rests completely on her shoulders. Lorelei has seen the horrors that lie beneath the everyday world. Those horrors are also getting her friends killed. To protect those she loves she agrees to leave the sanctity of her hometown and is sent to a world that is completely different. Boarding school. Though she is still being watched even in her new world. Someone knows who she is and just what she carries in her soul. She is also seeing visions but that is nothing new for her. Lorelei must now face the fact that no matter where she goes there are people that want her dead. No matter how far she goes her friends and family will still be in danger. Lucky for her those friends include the handsome Angel of Death and a fiercely protective half-angel. Not to mention the ragtag group of loyal supporters that are more than willing to get a little dirty to fight pure evil. This brings to an end a trilogy that is wonderfully written and will have readers hating to leave the world that has Lorelei McAlister and friends in it. The action is explosive and will keep readers wondering what is going to happen next and where it will come from. The characters are well written and readers will find them easy to relate to. This one will also have readers wishing for more from this world but it is wrapped up very nicely and ties up all the loose ends. It is also a trilogy that readers will want to re-read just to revisit the great characters that occupy this world. This story will take readers on an emotional roller coaster that will leave them happy with the ending.
crayolakym More than 1 year ago
I really wanted to love this book. It had everything that appeals to me in a book, but fell short. In the second chapter when author Darynda Jones explains that instead of Jared taking Lorelei sooner rather than later, he instead revives her, I felt I was missing a major part of the story as if this was just another walk in the park to not really be noticed or lacking importance. I actually had to reread the page several times to make sure that I had read it right and didn’t miss something. Wouldn’t breaking one of the laws be huge and to not even give a reason right then and there or add some depth to the story? I would find myself pages later still asking myself why this major event seemed so unimportant. “We’ll find you a knife. Everyone needs protection in this day and age. Even our schools aren’t safe.” This doesn’t mean the book wasn’t readable. The story moves at a good pace and the characters are very likable with a nice balance of normalcy. Some areas of the story felt forced and some seemed like she wasn’t writing a YA novel at all. BDSM. Really? Overall, I would suggest saving your money and getting this one on loan from the library. *This book was provided in exchange for an honest review *You can view the original review at San Francisco Book Review
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Books i lacking in character background and emotion. Lacking in detail
LittleReadRidingHood More than 1 year ago
I had a range of feelings while reading this, and I will do my best to explain why without spoilers. Of course since this is the last in a trilogy, this review could mention somethings from the previous two books but at this point it is unavoidable. After deciding everyone would be better off without her, Lor is attempting to settle in at a boarding school, but not only does she not fit in, she has no one she can lean on when her visions assault her. And assault her they do. So at this point I am mad and confused. Mad at Lor and her grandparents for sending her away, and confused because Jared and Cameron can't find her. Really? But she is missing everyone, especially Jared, so she goes into the picture she has of him, and we find out there is something a little different about this picture. Well after a series of somewhat predictable events, she goes home, with a new tag a long. I felt like the friend could have gotten some more face time, because I never felt like I got to know her. And when we get back home all of a sudden Jared is all over Lor - where at the end of the last book he was practically ignoring her? There was a sudden character change and I didn't see it. Something else - and I LOVE Jared - I wanted to get to know him more. There were some things he said, especially near the end of the book, that were never really explained. We were left to draw our own conclusions and while I think I know what he means, I really wanted confirmation. So being the end of the trilogy, of course the big confrontation takes place in this story. And that took a turn I wasn't expecting. At first it kind of mad me angry but as it went on I thought it was perfect. All in all, I thought the whole trilogy was entertaining, though somewhat predictable and not life changing. But it was certainly worth the time I spent over the holidays being sucked into the world!
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Under_The_Covers_BookBlog More than 1 year ago
~Reviewed by ANGELA & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog Heart pumping and tears flowing, Ms. Jones kept me engaged the whole time. Now that I think about it, I was engaged with the last two installments as well. But Death and the Girl He Loves top it all. I remember reading somewhere that Ms. Jones was not as confident with the first book of this series when it first came out. Though I totally disagree with her, she definitely turned it around. Just when I thought the series couldn’t get better, it did and in a BIG way. Well done Ms. Jones, this last hurrah blew me away! Lorelei has really grown as the heroine in this series. Though she is young, the “prophecy” has forced her to be more mature. In this final installment, the prophecy will come to be and the survival of the world will be placed on her shoulders. With the help of her friends, Lorelei will prove her worth. To avoid any spoilers, let me just say that Lorelei’s friends really stepped up the game. They were there every step of the game and we even see what Jarred really is and what he is capable of. Along with her grandparents, believers, Brooklyn, Glitch and of course Jarred believed in Lorelei, though she didn’t always believe in herself. No doubt she has learned to hone on her powers but she doesn’t realize that she is so much more. Just like her crew she will step up to the plate when needed. Not without loss and pain but she will step up. My heart broke for her every step of the way. Ms. Jones did a fabulous job with making her readers feel everything that was happening in the book. She had me crying in the middle of the night and certainly made me feel foolish trying to wipe my eyes vigorously, so I can read on. The twist and turns of this story had me at the edge of my seat, well, my bed but you know what I mean. Its Bitter sweet for me and Ms. Jones fans that this is the last installment but she had ended this series with a brilliant ending. *Review copy provided by author in exchange for an honest review
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the entier series they are great
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Jetches More than 1 year ago
What a way to end the book. And not only am I talking about the over plot ending and climax, I'm also talking about the last actual scene in the book. I thought "Damn...that's kind of perfect". I questioned throughout the entire series how Darynda Jones was going to pull it off. I questioned and I pondered. And I wasn't entirely sure. I meant even half way through the novel I wasn't entirely sure still how she was going to do it. But, the book was a bang. It starts off with Lorelei being in another city because she believed that it would stop the on-coming war. But it hasn't. And stranger things are happening at her new boarding school. And coming back to Riley's Switch is even more weird and different. Half the population is gone and people are starting to realize what is happening. Then the big climax happens and that is my queue to cry. It was emotional, and from that page forward I couldn't put the book down. And when everything was revealed I took a little adjusting period. I thought "No!" and "What is going on here!?" But, then finally "Oh!" and "Damn...." (in a good way). The book brings a close to the series. I would have loved to have known what happens to our favourite characters in the future, but I like the air of mystery that it brings thinking about the things that could possible be. i cried, I worried, and I loved Darynda Jones and her awesome writing. This book closed the series and left me smiling. Good: The characters-As always I love Lorelei, Brooke, Glitch, Cameron, and Jared. They make me happy happy happy. Bad: I did want more romantic and intimate moments with Jared and Lorelei. Overall (Writing style, story line, and general): Overall the book was beautifully done. The writing was exceptional as always (even possibly entrancing) and the story was well plotted and thought out. There was just enough humour to keep me smiling and just enough adventure and drama to keep me worried for the characters. This was truly and enjoyable series that I will forever keep on my book shelf. This book was provided courtesy of the author/publisher for review; however, this is no way affected my review.