by Aprilynne Pike


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Love, fate, and power collide in this series by #1 New York Times bestselling author Aprilynne Pike.

Tavia Michaels is the sole survivor of the plane crash that killed her parents. When she starts to see strange visions of a boy she's never spoken with in real life, she begins to suspect that there's much about her past that she isn't being told.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781544280929
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date: 07/08/2014
Pages: 376
Sales rank: 817,489
Product dimensions: 5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.84(d)
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

Aprilynne Pike ( is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Wings series. She has been spinning stories since she was a child with a hyperactive imagination. When not writing, Aprilynne can usually be found out running; she also enjoys singing, acting, and (of course!) reading books about magic and kissing. Aprilynne lives in Arizona with her husband and four kids.

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Iremember the plane going down. Not the crash exactly, but the moments before—and while it must have been only moments, when I look back, it takes much longer.

I was sitting with my forehead pressed against the tiny window, looking through the cloudless air at farms and settlements passing below me, when the engine exploded, rocking the plane into a crazy tilt that tossed me back and forth in my seat. The actual blast was surprisingly quiet— muffled by the insulated fuselage, I imagine—but the billowing clouds of coal-black smoke pouring off the wing were impossible to miss.

Every nerve in my body clanged, but my eyes stayed riveted to the roiling smoke that streamed back from the engine just feet from my window. My aching fingers clung to the armrests to hold myself steady as the plane dipped forward, then plunged, the momentum forcing me against my seat.

The pop and hiss of hundreds of oxygen masks, springing from the ceiling like venomous snakes, startled my attention away from the smoking wing. Reflexes honed by dozens of droning safety speeches sent hands darting out to grab the oxygen masks, the adults securing their own masks before assisting others.

But I didn’t bother with mine.

Not even when my mother pushed it at me, her eyes dancing with terror as she gripped my father’s arm so tightly I knew her fingernails must be drawing blood.

It was the flight attendant who made me understand. Two of them were standing in the aisle, trying to get everyone’s attention, demonstrating the crash position—like that was going to help. But I focused on the third one. He wasn’t attempting to buckle up or help the passengers; he just stood, his body strangely still amid the chaos, looking out the window, two tears rolling down his cheeks.

That’s when I knew we were all about to die.

And in that moment, my fear melted away and I felt completely at peace. No life flashing before my eyes or sudden aching regrets. Just an overwhelming peace.

I relaxed, stopped struggling, and watched out the window as the ground rushed up to swallow me.

I stare at the photos in horror. It has to be true; there’s no other explanation.

The timing couldn’t be better.

Or worse.

“She’s gone?” I ask in my iciest voice. I’m not mad at him; I’m mad at myself for not seeing it sooner. I should have. Everything balances on a knife’s edge and this could destroy it all.

Or save it.

“We’re doing everything we can.” He’s nattering on about their efforts, but I don’t have the patience to listen. I walk over to the window, arms crossed over my chest, staring down at the lush garden below, seeing nothing.

Not nothing. Seeing her face. That face I’ve known since almost before I can remember my own. That face I thought I was finally free of.

Except now I can never be free. I need her. We need her. It’s difficult not to choke on the bitter irony that after everything she’s done, I need her. Without her, everything will fall to pieces.

Worse than it has already.

And I almost killed her.


Therapy is the epitome of the best and worst of everything in my life. I sit ramrod straight on the couch, tears threatening to spill. I blink, forcing them back. Not because I’m embarrassed—I’ve cried gallons in front of Elizabeth. I’m just sick to death of crying. I don’t like to talk about my parents, but it’s Elizabeth’s job to make me once in a while. Like today. She tried to focus on happy memories, but this time all that did was remind me that they’re never going to happen again. That chapter of my life is over. Gone. Forever. A huge, gaping forever. “Hey,” Elizabeth says, startling me back to her office with an audible gasp. “It could be worse. You could be a brain-injured orphan with a weak leg and be having a bad hair day.” For just a second I stare at her, wide-eyed, trying to decide if the joke is funny or not. But her expression—melodramatic concern with just a hint of true sympathy behind it—cracks through my shell and I start to laugh and swipe at my eyes at the same time.

I have, I admit, kind of a weird relationship with my therapist. I theorize it’s because neither of us thinks I’m crazy.

She doesn’t even let me call her Dr. Stanley—which is what the diplomas hanging on her wall say—just Elizabeth. At first I thought it was one of those cheap shortcuts adults try to take with teenagers to get them to relax and spill their guts, but Elizabeth seriously squirmed every time I called her Dr. Stanley and after a while I finally switched. Now it comes naturally.

“Seriously, Tavia,” Elizabeth says, her voice soft and sober. “It’s not supposed to be easy. I think you’re very brave and that you’re handling things extremely well.”

“It doesn’t feel like it,” I admit, shrugging into a black hoodie. I’ve always liked sweatshirts in general, but these days, anything that covers my head—and with it the scar beneath my still-too-short hair—is a distinct preference.

“Then trust my professional analysis,” Elizabeth says with a smile as she escorts me through the darkened and empty waiting room. “You’re not walking home, are you?” she asks once we reach the exit. We had to reschedule our regular appointment, so it’s after hours and her secretary—Secretary Barbie, I call her, because her face looks like plastic and she basically never talks to me—has already gone home.

“No, Reese is coming.” I usually do walk—on the orders of my physical therapist—but since it’ll be getting dark soon, Reese insisted on picking me up today.

I guess that’s fine.

True to her organized, punctual personality, my aunt is already waiting for me, her BMW parked right in front of the door. She leans across the car, pushing the passenger door open and giving Elizabeth a little finger wave.

“Hey, Tave. How was it?” she asks as she pulls away from the curb, her eyes scanning the road.

“It was therapy,” I say, clicking my seat belt. “It was therapeutic.” I lean my head against the passenger-side window, not wanting to talk about it. Therapy is . . . well, it’s personal. And even though I’m immensely grateful to Reese and my uncle, Jay, for taking in a step-niece they hardly knew, they don’t really feel like family.

Luckily, Reese takes the hint and flips the radio on as we turn out of the parking lot. She has a never-ending well of patience. For me, at least. Clients on the phone? Not so much.

As we drive, I take in the streets around me—Portsmouth, New Hampshire, is one of the United States’ oldest cities and they do a really good job of preserving colonial sites. I’m a closet history nerd, and the first couple of months I was here, I would walk for as long as my injured leg would let me, exploring the monuments and markers and museums. It feels fitting, somehow—a city mired in its past, me trapped in my own.

And the whole city is so beautiful. I love old buildings—they just don’t build them the same way anymore. There’s a grace and beauty to them that society has lost. No matter how elegant the whole deco thing is supposed to be, there’s something in the hand-carved intricacies of colonial architecture that sets off a mourning within me for what once was.

My favorites are the occasional perfectly preserved eighteenth-century houses nestled amid modern homes in a normal neighborhood. Like a treasure, hidden in the sand, just waiting to be discovered. It’s hard to find them while driving around at the breakneck speed Reese favors, because they’re usually set back from the road and often sheltered by the leafy canopy of an ancient tree. But when I walk alone, I look for them. I’d love to know the stories behind them, but I’m too nervous to go knock on some stranger’s door.

I take pictures instead and make up stories in my mind. I swear I have about a thousand photos on my phone. I wish . . . I wish I could sketch them, paint them.

But I haven’t been able to draw since the accident.

Still, something about these old homes soothes me; calls to me, almost. I pull out my phone and scroll through to one of the pictures of my favorite house and zoom in, trying to imagine painting the wooden slats in watercolors, the hint of sheer curtains I can see through the windows.

“I got stuck on the phone until just before I had to pick you up.” My brain slowly realizes that Reese is talking to me. “I didn’t think you’d mind.” She looks at me expectantly.

“I’m sorry, I . . . what?” I shove my phone in my old red backpack. I’m afraid spacing out is my specialty these days.

I didn’t used to be like this.

“Do you mind if I stop by the store for milk? We’re out,” Reese repeats, turning the radio down a little lower.

I dolefully consider the snooty, locally grown, organic food store Reese frequents. Great. “Can I wait in the car? My—my leg is sore,” I lie.

Sort-of lie. It’s been three months since I got out of the cast, but shattered is the word my doctors used to describe the breaks both above and below my right knee. Something like that takes time to bounce back from, even without taking into account my decreased gracefulness since brain surgery last year.

At least that’s what the physical therapists keep telling me when I get discouraged.

A wrinkle appears between Reese’s brows for just a second before she accepts my excuse. “Sure thing—I’ll only be a few minutes.”

She leaves the car running. As soon as she’s out of sight, I turn the heater up and lean my head against the window.

The edges of the parking lot still have a few mounds of slate-gray snow that haven’t quite melted, but it won’t be long. Green blades are poking through last year’s crinkly brown grass and tulips are popping up all over town.

At least it’s not hailing, like yesterday.

It’s that almost-spring time of year—jacket weather, not overcoat weather. But the weather has been weird all year. In February all the snow melted and the newscasters were predicting drought and heat waves. But two weeks later three feet of snow dumped on us in a single night. Once the snowplows finally dug themselves out and cleared the roads, everything more or less went back to being winter. But still, it’s been a strange few months.

I pull my jacket a little tighter around me, remembering the couple days we had below zero—not to mention the killer ice storm right before— and hold my hands out in front of the vents. Other than the hoodie, I’m not really dressed for winter. I should probably wear something other than my old tank tops and screen tees, at least until summer, but that would require going shopping and I don’t like spending money that isn’t mine. Even if Reese says her money is my money. I’m going to have to break down and buy a new pair of jeans soon, though—these ones are pretty threadbare at the knees. Because I’m tall and fairly thin, but with very long legs, I always have trouble finding jeans that aren’t too short. So when I do, I wear them to shreds, which is about where this pair is sitting now.

As my fingertips warm, I scan the slowly darkening street, letting my gaze linger on a house across the road. It’s painted a cheery red and has a whole bed of maroon and gold tulips in front of the veranda. A little girl is sitting on the porch, playing with a doll. I smile when I see she’s dressed in a cute old-fashioned dress and pinafore—not unusual, here. In towns as old as Portsmouth, there’s always some kind of reenactment going on, usually of the American Revolution. This little girl looks great. Authentic.

Well, her clothes are probably a little too brightly colored and those curls are undoubtedly from a curling iron, not overnight curling rags, but hey—that’s what modern conveniences are for. A smile steals across my face as I realize the doll is even that old-fashioned rag type.

Her cute little chin jerks up and I see a man walk out of the house to join her on the porch.

Not a man, I guess. Too young to be her dad. I only see a wisp of his face, but he looks about eighteen, same as me. Maybe a tad older. Reenactments must be a family affair in the red house because he’s dressed in a navy-blue jacket and has a tall hat atop golden blond hair that’s pulled back at the nape of his neck.

He’s nice to look at; I won’t complain about that.

Sadly, his luxurious hair is probably a wig. Most people aren’t hard core enough to actually grow it out. And the ones who are; well, they’re a little scary in their own right.

As the guy crouches by the little girl, I wonder why breeches went out of style. Let’s just say they look amazing from the back. I arch an eyebrow in appreciation and squint to get a better look, glad the Beemer has dark-tinted windows and I can enjoy my little eye-candy feast in private. It seems like my moments of casual contentment are so few and far between these days.

The guy stands with the little girl’s hand in his. Showtime, I suspect.

As if sensing my laser-focused gaze, he pauses, then turns. My mouth goes dry when he stares pointedly in my direction.

He can’t see me, can he? The tinting on Reese’s car windows is almost a mirror from the outside. But his eyes stay focused and widen in an expression of surprise I can make out even from here.

He takes a few steps in my direction and I clench my fists as his eyes burn into mine. I’m certain he can’t know I’m here. How . . .?

On the second step he stops and looks back at the little girl, who’s gripping his hand and pulling him back. He pauses, hesitates. He looks at the girl for a moment, then back at the car, his expression conflicted.

I can’t look away, even though I feel warmth rushing to my cheeks. From this distance I can’t tell what color his eyes are, but they pin me in place and it takes a few seconds to realize I’m holding my breath.

A sudden chime from my phone shatters the silence and breaks the spell. I look down to see a text pop up labeled Benson Ryder.

All done?

“Perfect timing,” I mutter. But I can’t suppress a smile as I jet off a quick response.

I had friends back in Michigan—in my former life, as I tend to think of it—but they were casual. My art was my life, and friends tended to pull me away from that. At-school friends, I guess. When Reese and Jay told me I’d have to cut contact with everyone in Michigan to keep my location a secret from the media, I admit I wasn’t sad to give them up. They felt . . . frivolous.

Benson, is . . . well, it’s just different. I see him almost every day. We text a lot. Have long phone calls sometimes.

And he knows. Everything.

No one else does.

Being the sole survivor of a major disaster leads to attention. Questions. And that means having to remember—the pain, the surgeries, the shaky memories.

My parents.

It’s easier to lie, to just tell everyone I broke my leg in a car wreck. No one questions it. Sometimes they tell me I’m lucky to be alive.

The people who say that have never lost anyone close to them.

My doctors know what happened, my physical therapist, Elizabeth, and of course Reese and Jay, but no one else. Fewer people to leak my location to the media, who would love to swoop in and grab an exclusive story, even months after the fact.

Well, I told Benson too. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say Benson worked it out of me. Not exactly unwillingly. The closer I got to Benson, the more I wanted to tell him. To stop lying. When it finally came out, it was a huge relief. It was nice to tell the truth. Especially to someone I chose.

I haven’t mentioned to Reese that I spilled it all to him. I don’t know if she’d be mad or not—it’s my life, after all—but the fact that I’m not sure is reason enough for me not to tell her.

Besides, Benson will keep my secret.

Sometimes I think I need him—need our easy camaraderie—and that scares me.

Everyone I’ve ever needed in my life is dead.

As soon as I hit send, my eyes dart back to the tall boy on the porch with the little girl, but they’ve gone in. I try to shake off the bizarre melancholy that has enveloped me. I stare at the house—wishing, I guess, for the strangers to reappear—and just as I blink, something flashes over the door. I open my eyes wide, but the flash is gone.

No, not completely gone—

Almost like a shadow in my peripheral vision, so faint I have to blink a few times to make sure I see it, a shape glitters just above the door. A triangle.

And for reasons I can’t comprehend or explain, my heart begins to race.

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher

Praise for Earthbound:

“[A] riveting page-turner.... With carefully crafted characters and plot, readers will be unable to sort the good guys from the bad. Sure to satisfy romantics, mystery fans, fantasy aficionados, and thrill seekers alike.” –Booklist

"Pike's . . . solid writing, particularly in her descriptions, will have readers hooked. Tavia's low-tech revelation via ChapStick works better than any superbattle to convey what's at stake in her life and choices." --Publisher's Weekly

"It’s usually a good sign when I read the first 30 pages of a book one day and devour the following 300 pages the next. Such was the case with Earthbound, Aprilynne Pike’s superb new young adult novel. It’s a complicated, intoxicating, and surprising ride that I literally couldn’t put down until I read it all." --Christian Science Monitor

"[A] promising start to a new series that offers history, romance, and action." --Kirkus Reviews

"The premise of Earthbound is enough to give even the most jaded of readers the shivers." --Romantic Times

"Readers of supernatural romance will be clamoring for this one." --SLJ

Praise for Aprilynne Pike's WINGS series:

Wings is a remarkable debut; the ingenuity of the mythology is matched only by the startling loveliness with which the story unfolds.” --Stephenie Meyer, bestselling author of the TWILIGHT Saga

“Aprilynne Pike’s talent just continues to bloom and I am almost afraid to see how awesome her next book will be.” --Carrie Jones, bestselling author of Need and Captivate

". . . fascinating, rich, and romantic, and weaves a great new tapestry of thrilling fantasy.” --Lisa McMann, bestselling author of the WAKE trilogy

“The greatest part: the WINGS series reaches the perfect ending. The worst part: it has to end!” --Claudia Gray, New York Times bestselling author of the EVERNIGHT series

"Mixing a little bit of Harry Potter and a lot of Twilight, Pike has hit on a winning combination. Yet it is her own graceful take on life inside Avalon that adds a shimmering patina sure to enthrall readers.” --Booklist (starred review) 

“Silky narration, delicious escapism.” --Kirkus Reviews 

“Pike’s clever and innovative way of reinventing fairy tales and myths to make them her own is wonderful...[The] story is rich in vivid details, action, adventure, and romance.” --Romantic Times (Top Pick) 

“The series is action-packed, and the final chapters of the story are no exception. A thrilling page-turner, many readers will read the book cover-to-cover, barely daring to breath.” --VOYA (Starred Review)

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Earthbound 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
chapterxchapter More than 1 year ago
The cover of author Aprilynne Pike’s Earthbound had me totally judging the book by its cover. With such a beautiful cover, it looked like the type of novel that would be an awesome read until the very end. Luckily that is exactly what Earthbound is. It’s a fun, thrilling and romantic read that kept me guessing and kept my head spinning until the very last page. After reading Earthbound I cannot wait for the sequel and to find out what happens next for main character Tavia Michaels. Earthbound is the story of Tavia Michaels who was the only survivor of a tragic plane crash that killed her parents and took the life she once had away from her. Now Tavia lives with an aunt and uncle she barley knows and has to adjust to the new life that takes place after the crash. Then out of nowhere Tavia starts to see a mysterious and attractive boy and she begins to question everything she knows about her new life. She also can’t help but wonder if the boy she sees is stalking her and has no idea why she feels like she knows him somehow. This leads Tavia and her best friend (and crush) Benson to discover that her aunt and uncle may not be who they told her she was and how they may have been behind the crash that took the lives of her parents based on some incriminating evidence. Tavia and Benson find themselves being drawn closer together before they decide that for safety purposes their best bet is to go to the town of Camden, Maine.  As Tavia and Benson fall deeper in love, Tavia finds herself growing closer to the boy from her visions– Quinn. Tavia is torn between her growing emotions she also discovers that not all is well and that she is part of a higher existence, one that leaves the fate of Earth in her hands. Tavia isn’t sure what to do because saving the Earth and herself means rejecting her newfound romance with Benson. Reading Earthbound, I totally fell in love with the romance introduced in the novel and I fell hard for the relationship between Tavia and Benson. Honestly everything that Benson does is romantic, heartfelt and perfect. Any girl who says that she does not grow envious of Tavia because of Benson is a liar. Earthbound does end up in a love triangle-ish situation. Tavia and Benson are in love while at the same time Tavia is also growing attached to Quinn who she doesn’t really know but somehow still believes she’s in love with. Earthbound has a very original idea that I think will pull a lot of readers in the way it did me. I was instantly caught up in the plot and mystery behind what happened to Tavia and what must come next for her. Honestly, I think a lot of readers will have come for the romance but will stay for the mystery. Earthbound introduces readers to characters who can make things appear out of thin air and a series of plot twists that will ring your heart and leave you dying for more by the time you finish the novel. Earthbound is a read that I did not want to put down. Every chapter ended in a way that I knew I had to read on, just a little bit, to know what would happen next and if it would be a climatic point in the novel. It’s an addictive read that will keep you reading late into the night. And that ending—shocking and has left me begging for more. I need to know what happens next between Tavia, Quinn and Benson because something tells me things are about to get crazy. I would recommend Earthbound to readers who are fans of the supernatural, readers who are looking for an amazing romance and to readers who are looking for a novel that will keep them on their toes until the very last page.
Sarah_UK1 More than 1 year ago
(Source: I received a digital copy of this book for free on a read-to-review basis. Thanks to HarperCollins UK, Children's, and Netgalley.) 18-year-old Tavia recently survived a plane crash that killed 256 other people, and since then she’s been living with some distantly related family – Reese and Jay. Tavia doesn’t have many friends anymore, apart from a boy that she met at the library – Benson, so when she starts noticing someone following her, he’s the person she tells. There’s more going on than Tavia realises though, when it suddenly seems that she can make things appear out of thin air, and her relatives may not actually be her relatives. What is really going on? What are the strange triangles Tavia keeps seeing? Who is the man who is stalking her, and who is the man with the sunglasses? Are her relatives really who they say they are? Can she trust Benson? And why can she suddenly create something from nothing? This was an interesting paranormal story, with plenty of twists and turns. It had its dull moments too though. Tavia was an interesting character because of the fact that she had no idea what was going on, but she also didn’t really ask enough questions. If I suddenly had strange supernatural powers, I think I might worry more about what was going on than what Tavia actually did. I’m also not sure I’d be quite so quick to trust people as she was. The storyline in this was pretty good. There were loads of twists and turns that I didn’t see coming, but at times I did wonder where the story was going. I liked the action that we got at times, but the pace between these action scenes was a bit too slow in comparison, and some parts of the story really seemed to drag. The actual plot did feel a little flimsy in places too, but most of the time I was in the dark as to what was going on, and it was the mystery behind all the crazy stuff that was going on that kept me reading. When certain things were revealed, I was a little unsure as to whether what was going on felt really believable, and I’m still not really sure how solid certain plot points were. The ending really seemed to drag for me, and I’m not sure why as the answers that we got and the action should have made the end really good. There were a lot of answers revealed at the end, including some that I hadn’t guessed at, but ultimately the ending was left very open for the next book in the series. I’m a little unsure as to how I really feel about this one overall as there were parts that I liked, and parts that were a bit slow and boring. I think I’ll read the next one in the series, but I don’t think I’d want to read the books back to back. Overall; an okay paranormal story, with lots of twists and turns, but some slower parts too. 6.5 out of 10.
StephWard More than 1 year ago
4.5 Stars 'Earthbound' is a wholly original science fiction/fantasy novel that begins a new young adult series that's sure to be a hit. It follows Tavia Michaels and her life after the plane crash that ruined her life. She and her parents were on a flight to visit a prestigious art school when their plane inexplicably crashed, killing everyone aboard - except Tavia. Now she's living in seclusion where the media can't find her. Everything seems to be going okay - until Tavia sees a beautiful yet strange boy one afternoon. She feels a pull in her heart for him that she can't explain. Soon she's seeing him all over town, along with a man wearing sunglasses who seems to be following her and people who flicker. Stranger than all of this is Tavia's new found abilities - she can make things appear from thin air. Turning to Benson - her crush and best friend - Tavia attempts to piece together who she really is and what these people want from her. Soon she discovers that no one is who they seem and she can't trust anyone. There are ancient brotherhoods after her - and she doesn't know why. Will Tavia be able to get the answers before they find her? This was a really fascinating and unique book that immediately drew me in from the first page. The characters were well done - especially our main character Tavia. I liked how she was so broken and yet had so much strength that she didn't realize. I found myself rooting for her right away. The rest of the characters were definitely shrouded in mystery for the majority of the book, which only added to the suspense. The plot is a science fiction one that deals with supernatural beings and abilities along with underground societies and secrets that could save - or destroy - the world. I loved that the author mixed together so many different genres into one book. There's action, adventure, mystery, suspense, fantasy, and romance. They're all woven together seamlessly to create this amazing book. The story had me guessing for most of the book - I was constantly trying to figure out who or what Tavia was, who these societies were, what they wanted, what was really happening - there were so many different questions and lots of twists and turns to go along with them. I loved that I only had one character pegged from the middle of the book, but the rest had me stumped - which takes a lot for a thriller lover like myself. The writing was phenomenal with a fast pace and vivid detail and description that had me feeling like I was right beside Tavia the entire time. There's so much that happens in the book that it seems it should confuse the reader, but it was written in a way that made complete sense and I was easily able to keep up with the plot. There were some big questions and openings left at the end of the book, so I'm now eagerly awaiting the next installment to see what will happen next. Highly recommended for fans of multiple genres, especially YA fantasy, science fiction, mystery, and romance. Disclosure: I received a copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Overall, I think this was a pretty decent book. Unlike a lot of books, you couldn't guess all the plot twists. Granted, this did mean for probably the first half of the book you're pretty lost on what is going on. But, if you hang in there it begins to make more sense. I don't normally go for $11 books because I literally read about a book per day so I normally try to stick to the $3 ones, but I'd gladly spend the money again for this book and any more that come from this series.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I honestly really enjoyed this book and i cant wait for the next one to come out. BUT the story line takes FOREVER to get moving and you have absolutley no idea what is going on until like the final scene in the book. So if you are going to readthe book, then get ready to be in a constant state of confusion until like page 270
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read! Fans of aprilynnes Wings series will definitely love this! I cant wait for Earthquake in summer 2014!
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