From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Immortals, Alyson Noël, comes Fated—a breathtaking new saga brimming with magic, mystery, and an intoxicating love story that will steal your heart away. Meet The Soul Seekers.
Strange things are happening to Daire Santos. Crows mock her, glowing people stalk her, time stops without warning, and a beautiful boy with unearthly blue eyes haunts all her dreams. Fearing for her daughter's sanity, Daire's mother sends her to live with the grandmother she's never met. A woman who recognizes the visions for what they truly are—the call to her destiny as a Soul Seeker—one who can navigate the worlds between the living and dead.
There on the dusty plains of Enchantment, New Mexico, Daire sets out to harness her mystical powers. But it's when she meets Dace, the boy from her dreams, that her whole world is shaken to its core. Now Daire is forced to discover if Dace is the one guy she's meant to be with...or if he's allied with the enemy she's destined to destroy.
About the Author
Alyson Noël is the #1 New York Times bestselling, award-winning author of Faking 19, Art Geeks and Prom Queens, Laguna Cove, Fly Me to the Moon, Kiss&Blog, Saving Zoë, Cruel Summer, and the Immortals series including Evermore, Blue Moon, Shadowland, Dark Flame, and Night Star, as well as the Immortals spin-off series beginning with Radiance. With over 2 million copies in print in the US alone, her books have been published in 35 countries and have won awards including the National Reader's Choice Award, NYLA Book of Winter Award, NYPL Stuff for the Teenage, TeenReads Best Books of 2007, and Reviewer's Choice 2007 Top Ten, and have been chosen for the CBS Early Show's "Give the Gift of Reading" segment, and selected for Seventeen Magazine's "Hot List" and Beach Book Club Pick. She lives in Laguna Beach, California.
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By Alyson Noël
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2012 Alyson Noël, LLC
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There are moments in life when everything pauses.
The earth hesitates, the atmosphere stills, and time shrinks and folds onto itself until it collapses into a big tired heap.
As I push through the small wooden door of the riad where Jennika and I have camped out the past several weeks, trading the hush of the rose-and-honeysuckle-scented courtyard for the chaos of the serpentine maze of medina — it happens again.
But instead of mimicking the stillness like I usually do, I decide to go with it and try something fun. Easing my way along connecting salmon-colored walls, I pass a small, thin man caught in midstride, press my fingers against the soft white cotton of his gandora, and gently spin him around until he's facing the opposite way. Then after ducking beneath a mangy black cat that, caught in midleap, appears to be flying, I stop at the corner where I take a moment to rearrange a display of shiny brass lanterns an old man is selling, before moving on to the very next stall where I slip a pair of bright blue babouches onto my feet, decide that I like them, and leave my old leather sandals along with a fistful of crumpled-up dirhams as payment.
My eyes burning with the effort of keeping them open, knowing the instant I blink, the gandora-clad man will be one step farther from his destination, the cat will land on its mark, and two vendors will gaze at their wares in total confusion — the scene will return to one of perpetual chaos.
Though when I spot the glowing people hovering on the periphery, studying me in the careful way that they do, I'm quick to squinch my eyes shut and block them from view. Hoping that this time, just like all the others, they'll fade away too. Return to wherever it is that they go when they're not watching me.
I used to think everyone experienced moments like that, until I confided in Jennika who shot me a skeptical look and blamed it on jet lag.
Jennika blames everything on jet lag. Insists time stops for no one — that it's our job to keep up with its frantic forward march. But even back then I knew better — I've spent my entire life crossing time zones, and what I'd experienced had nothing to do with a whacked-out body clock.
Still, I was careful not to mention it again. I just waited quietly, patiently, hoping the moment would soon return.
And it did.
Over the past few years they've been slowly increasing, until lately, ever since we arrived in Morocco, I've been averaging three a week.
A guy my age passes, his shoulder purposely slamming into mine, his dark eyes leering in a way that reminds me to arrange my blue silk scarf so that it covers my hair. I round a corner, eager to arrive well before Vane, so I can catch the Djemâa el Fna at dusk. Banging into the square, where I'm confronted by a long line of open-air grills bearing goats and pigeons and other unidentifiable meats, their skinned and glazed carcasses rotating on spits, shooting savory clouds of spice-laden smoke into the air ... the hypnotic lull of the snake charmer's tune emanating from cross-legged old men perched on thick woven mats, playing their pungis as glassy-eyed cobras rise up before them ... all of it unfolding to the spellbinding pulse of gnaoua drums that continuously thrum in the background — the soundtrack for the nightly resurrection of a bewitching square returning to life.
I take a deep breath, savoring the heady blend of exotic oils and jasmine, as I cast a final glance around, knowing this is one of the last times I'll see it this way. The film will wrap soon, and Jennika and I will be off to whatever movie, on whatever location requires her services as an award-winning makeup artist. Who knows if we'll ever return?
Picking my way toward the first food cart, the one beside the snake charmer where Vane waits, I steal a handful of much-needed seconds to crush that annoying ping of weakness that grabs at my gut every time that I see him — every time I take in his tousled sandy blond hair, deep blue eyes, and softly curving lips.
Sucker! I think, shaking my head, adding: Fool!
It's not like I don't know any better. It's not like I don't know the rules.
The key is to not get involved — to never allow myself to care. To just focus on having some fun, and never look back when it's time to move on.
Vane's pretty face, just like all the other pretty faces before him, belongs to his legions of fans. Not one of those faces has ever belonged to me — and they never, ever will.
Having grown up on movie sets since I was old enough for Jennika to sling me into a backpack, I've played my role as the kid of a crew member countless times: Stay quiet, stay out of the way, lend a hand when asked, and never confuse movie set relationships for the real thing.
The fact that I've been dealing with celebrities my entire life leaves me not so easily impressed, which is probably the number one reason they're always so quick to like me. I mean, while I'm okay to look at — tall-ish, skinnyish, with long dark hair, fair-ish skin, and bright green eyes that people like to comment on, I'm pretty much your standard issue girl. Though I never fall to pieces when I meet someone famous. I never get all red-cheeked and gushy and insecure. And the thing is, they're so unused to that, they usually end up pursuing me.
My first kiss was on a beach in Rio de Janeiro with a boy who'd just won an MTV award for "Best Kiss" (clearly none of those voters had actually kissed him). My second was on the Pont Neuf in Paris with a boy who'd just made the cover of Vanity Fair. And other than their being richer, more famous, and more stalked by paparazzi — our lives really aren't all that different.
Most of them are transients — passing through their own lives, just like I'm passing through mine. Moving from place to place, friendship to friendship, relationship to relationship — it's the only life that I know.
It's hard to form a lasting connection when your permanent address is an eight-inch mailbox in the UPS store.
Still, as I inch my way closer, I can't help the way my breath hitches, the way my insides thrum and swirl. And when he turns, flashing me that slow, languorous smile that's about to make him world famous, his eyes meeting mine when he says, "Hey, Daire — Happy Sweet Sixteen," I can't help but think of the millions of girls who would do just about anything to stand in my pointy blue babouches.
I return the smile, flick a little wave of my hand, then bury it in the side pocket of the olive-green army jacket I always wear. Pretending not to notice the way his gaze roams over me, straying from my waist-length brown hair peeking out from my scarf, to the tie-dyed tank top that clings under my jacket, to the skinny dark denim jeans, all the way down to the brand-new slippers I wear on my feet.
"Nice." He places his foot beside mine, providing me with a view of the his-and-hers version of the very same shoe. Laughing when he adds, "Maybe we can start a trend when we head back to the States. What do you think?"
There is no we.
I know it. He knows it. And it bugs me that he tries to pretend otherwise.
The cameras stopped rolling hours ago, and yet here he is, still playing a role. Acting as though our brief, on-location hookup means something more.
Acting like we won't really end long before our passports are stamped RETURN.
And that's all it takes for those annoyingly soft girly feelings to vanish as quickly as a flame in the rain. Allowing the Daire I know, the Daire I've honed myself to be, to stand in her place.
"Doubtful." I smirk, kicking his shoe with mine. A little harder than necessary, but then again, he deserves it for thinking I'm lame enough to fall for his act. "So, what do you say — food? I'm dying for one of those beef brochettes, maybe even a sausage one too. Oh — and some fries would be good!"
I make for the food stalls, but Vane has another idea. His hand reaches for mine, fingers entwining until they're laced nice and tight. "In a minute," he says, pulling me so close my hip bumps against his. "I thought we might do something special — in honor of your birthday and all. What do you think about matching tattoos?"
I gape. Surely he's joking.
"Yeah, you know, mehndi. Nothing permanent. Still, I thought it could be kinda cool." He arcs his left brow in his trademark Vane Wick way, and I have to fight not to frown in return.
Nothing permanent. That's my theme song — my mission statement, if you will. Still, mehndi's not quite the same as a press-on. It has its own life span. One that will linger long after Vane's studio-financed, private jet lifts him high into the sky and right out of my life.
Though I don't mention any of that, instead I just say, "You know the director will kill you if you show up on set tomorrow covered in henna."
Vane shrugs. Shrugs in a way I've seen too many times, on too many young actors before him. He's in full-on star-power mode. Thinks he's indispensable. That he's the only seventeen-year-old guy with a hint of talent, golden skin, wavy blond hair, and piercing blue eyes that can light up a screen and make the girls (and most of their moms) swoon. It's a dangerous way to see yourself — especially when you make your living in Hollywood. It's the kind of thinking that leads straight to multiple rehab stints, trashy reality TV shows, desperate ghostwritten memoirs, and low-budget movies that go straight to DVD.
Still, when he tugs on my arm, it's not like I protest. I follow him to the old, black-clad woman parked on a woven beige mat with a pile of henna bags stacked in her lap.
Vane negotiates the price as I settle before her and offer my hands. Watching as she snips the corner from one of the bags and squeezes a series of squiggly lines over my flesh, not even thinking to consult me on what type of design I might want. But then, it's not like I had one in mind. I just lean against Vane who's kneeling beside me and let her do her thing.
"You must let the color to set for as long as it is possible. The darker the stain, the more that he loves you," she says, her English halting, broken, but the message is clear. Emphasized by the meaningful look she shoots Vane and me.
"Oh, we're not —" I start to say, We're not in love! But Vane's quick to stop me.
Slipping an arm around my shoulder, he presses his lips to my cheek, bestowing on the old woman the kind of smile that encourages her to smile back in a startling display of grayed and missing teeth. His actions stunning me stupid, leaving me to sit slack faced and dumb — with heated cheeks, muddied hands, and a rising young breakout star draped over my back.
Having never been in love, I admit that I'm definitely no expert on the subject. I have no idea what it feels like.
Though I'm pretty sure it doesn't feel like this.
I'm pretty dang positive Vane's just cast himself in yet another starring role — playing the part of my dashing young love interest, if only to appease this strange, Moroccan woman we'll never see again.
Still, Vane is an actor, and an audience is an audience — no matter how small.
Once my hands are covered in elaborate vines and scrolls, the old woman reminds me to allow the stain to take hold while she gets to work on Vane's feet. But the moment her attention turns, I use the edge of my nail to scrape away little bits. Unable to keep from smiling when I see the paste fall in a loose powdery spray that blends with the dirt.
It's silly, I know, but I can't risk there being even the slightest sliver of truth to her words. The movie will wrap soon, Vane and I will go separate ways, and falling in love is an option I just can't afford.
With our hands and feet fully tended, we make our way along the sidewalk grills, devouring five beef and sausage brochettes, a pile of fries, and two Fantas between us, before drifting through the square's nightly circus that includes snake charmers, acrobats, jugglers, fortune-tellers, healers, monkey trainers, and musicians. There's even a woman who's set up shop removing black rotted teeth from old men, which the two of us watch in horrified fascination.
Arms slung around each other's waists, hips rubbing together on every other step, Vane's breath tickles the curve of my ear when he slips a mini bottle of vodka from his pocket and offers me first swig.
I shake my head. Push it away. In any other place I might be game, but Marrakesh is different, and mysterious, and a little bit scary even. Not to mention I have no idea what the local laws are, though I'm guessing they're strict, and the last thing I need is to end up in a Moroccan jail for underage drinking.
It's the last thing he needs too, but it's not like he listens. Vane just smiles, unscrews the cap, and takes a few swallows before he tucks the bottle back into his pocket and pulls me into a dark abandoned alleyway.
I stumble. Squint. Grasp at the wall as I fight to find my way. Steadied by the warmth of his hands at my waist, and the reassuring phrase that flits through my head — the one Jennika used to wean me from my night-light back when I was a kid:
You gotta adjust to the dark so the light can find you.
He pushes the scarf from my head, leaving it to fall around my neck, as his face veers so close all I can really make out are deep blue eyes, and the most perfectly parting lips that are quick to claim mine.
I merge into the kiss, tasting the lingering traces of vodka still coating his tongue, as my hands explore the muscled expanse of his chest, the taut curve of his shoulders, the clean edge of his jaw. My fingers twisting into his silky mane of hair, as his slip under my jacket — under my tank top — seeking, discovering — bunching the fabric higher and higher as he works his way up.
Our bodies melding, conforming into a tangle of grinding hips — a crush of lips. The kiss becoming so heated, so urgent, my breath grows ragged, too fast, as my body ignites like a freshly struck match.
So delirious with the feel of him — the warmth of him — the promise of him — I surrender to the nudge of his fingers working inside my bra — circling, pulling, as my own fingers move south. Wandering over a well-defined abdomen, then lower still, down to his waistband. Ready to venture to places I've yet to explore, when he breaks away, his voice no more than a whisper when he says, "C'mon, I know a place." The words thick, eyes bleary, as we fight to catch our breath, fight to keep from pressing forward and claiming the kiss once again. "Seriously. I can't believe I didn't think of it before — it's gonna be epic — follow me!" He finds my hand, pulls me out of the dark and back into the bright, lively square.
At first I go willingly, prepared to follow him anywhere. Though it's not long before I'm seduced by the sound of that incessant pulsing rhythm — the trance-inducing lure of the gnaoua drum.
"Daire — c'mon, it's this way. What gives?" He frowns, brows slanted in confusion when I drop his hand and keep going, not bothering to check if he follows — no longer caring about anything other than locating the source of that beat.
I squeeze through the tightly packed crowd until I'm standing before it — my head filled with the hypnotic rhythm of that red leather drum, my eyes swimming with the flash of crimson silk, gold coins, and a carefully veiled face revealing nothing more than a pair of intense, dark, kohl-rimmed eyes.
"It's a dude — a trannie!" Vane shoves in beside me, mesmerized by the sight of the caftan-clad male with his hands thrust high, golden cymbals clinking, body wildly writhing.
But that's all that Vane sees.
He doesn't see what I see.
Doesn't see the way everything stops.
Doesn't see the way the atmosphere changes — growing shimmery, hazy, like peering through carnival glass.
Doesn't see the way the glowing ones appear — hovering along the perimeter.
Doesn't see the way they beckon to me — beg me to join them.
Only I can see that.
Even after repeatedly blinking, trying to return the scene to normal, it's no use. Not only are they still there, but now they've brought friends.
Thousands and thousands of crows that fill up the square.
They land on the drummer, the transvestite belly dancer — soaring and swooping and settling wherever they please — turning the once-vibrant square into a field of dark beady eyes that relentlessly watch me.
Excerpted from Fated by Alyson Noël. Copyright © 2012 Alyson Noël, LLC. Excerpted by permission of St. Martin's Press.
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I had always thought Alyson Noël's writing was beautiful before this, but I’ll tell you, she has done it again, but better. The way she writes in itself, feels magical, it really sucks you right into the story your reading. Her descriptions, are so vivid, its stunning when it feels like a movie is playing out in your head as you read. And the emotions you feel are awesome, you feel along with the characters. It touches you in such a good way, you just can't put the book down, and leaves you wanting more when your done. I really did enjoy this new book by Alyson Noël, It was amazingly mind-blowing novel, filled with magic, mystery, and a really awsome guy. Very much a typical Alyson novel.. and I loved it so much! I know when the Immortals series had ended I was really sad to see it go, as it was one of my favorite series, but this definitely filled that void. Not to mention, I had read the free short story of when Ever meets Daire (you can get it free , check Alyson's website to learn more) it shows me its still the same type of world Ever was from. This is all about Daire and Dace, and its so beautifully written. With magic and suspense filling the pages with such a unique story, I can’t help but want more. The book is about a whole new type of people, Soul Seekers, Daire has these visions, and she thinks she is going crazy, so goes to live with her grandma in New Mexico. Once there, she learns she is a Soul Seeker, and she starts her training with her. Then she meets the boy of her dreams, and then the bad one of course, some major stuff happens for sure. I do not want to spoil it for anyone. I’ll say the story was beautifully planned, going from one chapter to the next was seamless, and its such a unique story, I was amazed at the time and effort I know she had to put into this story, I know she had to have visited New Mexico to get all that so perfect, as I myself have been there before, and she described it all so perfect. I highly recommend this book to anyone who has enjoyed Alyson’s previous work, but even if you have not, this would be a good one to start with. It’s very well written, and has the mystical suspense going on in a very believable way too. Here is some quotes I liked: quote (Kindle Location 1624): Daire thinking about Dace “The sheer sight of him causing my limbs to tremble, my body to sway toward his-much like it did in the dream. The two of us drawn to each other-bound by forces unseen.” A quote (Kindle location 3960) I like Dace to Daire: “I had an irresistible pull to come here, so I followed my instincts, and now I know why”
Posted on Romancing the Books blog Reviewed by Jen Review Copy Provided by Deb Shapiro and Company I am in no way an expert or even a regular reader of young adult books. Yes, I’m a Harry Potter fan and I’ve even endured my way through the Twilight series, but that’s really about it. I didn’t even really read this genre when I was a young adult. However, I have been silently watching the genre grow in popularity over the last couple years and have heard a lot of good things about Alyson Noël’s books. So, when I was contacted to review Fated, the first book in her new series, I was ready for the challenge. Now I’ll admit, this book started off a little slow for me. There is a lot of world building and introducing of characters and I’d say the first 100 or so pages plodded along. But then all of the sudden everything clicked and the story just started moving and I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough. And when I got to the last page, I wasn’t ready for the story to be over. I want the next book… NOW. Daire is a pretty mature sixteen year old because of her upbringing. Right from the start, we learn she’s not your normal girl. She’s in Morocco with her mom, who is a movie make-up artist, and is “dating” a young movie star. Daire has grown up around celebrities and in exotic locales. But when she seems to be going insane, she is sent to live in rural New Mexico with her grandmother (whom she never knew) and gets thrown into a paranormal world. She has to be strong dealing with all these unfamiliar forces and faces. And then throw in her destiny she has to fulfill… As I’ve not read many books that explore Native American and Hispanic traditions, this whole paranormal world was quite unique and interesting to me. I’d heard about spirit guides and vision quests before, but Noël really explores this tradition and then weaves it into the multidimensional world she’s drawn to create magic. I can’t wait to see what’s going to happen to Daire and the rest of the residents of Enchantment, New Mexico as Daire continues in her role as a Soul Seeker.
i was excited to read this and was not disappointed. Great read!
If you love Alyson's Noel series The Immortals, you'll love this book. Some of the plot goes along the same of The Immortal, exciting and deadly addicting! What I enjoyed most about this book is the character. Daire is kept in the dark about her past and seeing her learn about her past makes it so exciting to me. Her revelation of who and what she is left me smiling big. I had this same feeling with the immortal series, and I read that series till the last book. The love interest is so dark and sexy. Caught between good and evil, you can't help but fall in love with it. Not to mention that it is uh...well, I don't want to spoil it but this scenrio I felt is written so well. Captivating moments and feelings, some parts of the book left me breatheless. What also captured me about this book is the explortaion of culture. I love that Ms. Noel does such a fantastic job of really reseaching her information well enough to where you feel as knowledgeable. You know what I mean? The reader is not left out but brought in, in such bright culture with names and wonderful places. Fated is an excellent, capivating book. With amazing characters that I know will lead on a great adventure, I can't wait to see what happens next!
I've loved Alyson Noel's writing ever since I read The Immortals series and I know I'll love this one just as much! I wish May 22 would come faster!
I love this book so far. Its DEEP!!!
Loved the book it was lots of twist and turns in Fated I really can't wait to see what happens next It's way different then Evermore that is for sure. Your writing is amazing with the romance,family/friends,mystery,this book has everything it took me just 3hrs to finish it! The start was a bit confusing but until i got up to the twin brothers i understood how she had to handle the relationship between them and who can she trust with friends. Her mom struck me as someone who didn't understand Daire true gift she was scared and wanting her to go back to her old life but she found someone new and found where she belongs I say this is a great book I can't wait for the second one.
I can't wait to read this i just finnished the imortals series and they were amaing!!!!
This book for me was a bit boring, I got through the first couple of chapters and there still wasnt any explanation. All i could do is mourn my empty pockets for taking in a book i didn't look into well enough. Other than a very poor backstory I had hopes for what was to come, but gave up before I could get to that point.
I am 10 and i love these books i have radiance
Just skip the chapters writen in itallic if ur 12 or younger
It's been quite awhile since i have found a book i didn't want to put down. I would reccomend this book to anyone who is looking for a read that contains magick, mystery, action and a bit of love.
Absolutely LOVE this book can't wait for the second!!! :D
This author is the best I've heard of! If you liked the immortals you'll love this book just like I did! If you haven't yet read the immortals it's amazing and you should read it! This book is about a 16 yr old named Daire who suffers from horrible visions that seem so real. Daire is then sent to live with her grandmother she never knew so she can follow her destinee as a soul seeker and learn to deal with her horrifying visions. When she meets the cute boy from her dreams she is overwhelmed and doesn't know what to do, but her grandmother is always there to help her. Torn between loving a boy and following her destinee, Daire has to make impossible choices and face her worst dreams to concure all evil. Little does Daire know love always prevails.
Are you fated to read this book? During the past couple of weeks I have spent time reading Fated by Alyson Noël and have enjoyed every minute of it. At first, I was in a confused state of mind and wasn’t quite sure what I was getting myself into, but after reading more and more I began to really feel the mood of the author. This book is full of intensity, adventure, love, perseverance, and much more. Right away I was drawn in by the cover. The mysterious woods scene in a purple color and pretty girl on the front made me feel connected. As I began to read the book I noticed the author’s phenomenal word choice and writing style. The final thing that made me love this book was the suspense. Every moment left me hanging and begging for more. As stated before, the cover got me interested right off the bat. It has a dark and light purple contrast that popped out in a certain way to me. The front of the cover has a mystical sense to it, which led me to believe that the inside was full of intense scenes and suspenseful messages. There are silhouetted birds flying all around on the front and the back that seem to be swarming around a gorgeous young woman. If you choose to read the book, you can find out what the birds symbolize and who the beautiful girl is. The synopsis on the back cover was pretty deep. “The boy from my dream. The one who died in my arms.” Hmmmm, I wonder who that could be? Actually, I do know, but that is only because I read the book. Would you like to find out who the mystery boy is? If you choose to listen to me and read the book, then you too will find that the author has a wonder with words. She makes simple explanations or descriptions turn into real life visuals and relatable actions. I felt like I was a character in the book at many times because of her strong choice of words and her abilities to describe such straightforward things. Alyson does excellent at drawing her readers in closer and closer by being so vivid and imaginable. There are a couple of heated moments throughout the story that believe it or not make people jealous. The way she describes characters and events in the book are incredible. Sometimes as a reader we get confused and would love to question the author or characters more, but there is no need for that in this book. There are conversations throughout the story that involve the main character asking questions that a reader may have. I thought that technique was clever on the author’s part. I really suggest reading this novel if you want to get some action and intensity in your life. The third thing that made me feel connected to this book was the fact that I was hung on suspense non-stop. I read this book in four different chunks and could hardly wait to continue reading each time. From beginning to end the story had extreme and passionate events that kept me on the edge of my seat. There are moments that make you feel like you never want to stop reading. There are moments that make you want to gasp and be like “What?!” There are also moments that will make you want to jump right into the book and help out or knock some sense into certain characters. But those moments are the ones that are amazing to feel while reading a book. You should get involved like that and wish you were a part of the story when reading. The author did an amazing job at catching my eye, catching my mood, and catching my emotion throughout the whole story, and I am almost positive she will do the same for you!
I had been anxiously waiting on the release for Fated after having read The Immortal Series and the Riley Bloom Series. I was also trying to keep my expectations on an average level since The Immortal Series was a bit up and down for me (I have issues with book 3, lol) but really enjoy reading about Riley Bloom. Alyson Noel's writing and world-building is astounding! The story-line is somewhat similar to The Immortal Series in that both main characters learn that there is much more than just the world that we live in. But the similarities end there. The Mexican and American Indian influence and folklore to it was so interesting to follow which gives the book such a distinct supernatural feel. I cannot even imagine the amount of research that was done to create such a story. The main character, Daire, travels the world with her mother, Jennika, who is a celebrity make-up artist. While traveling, Daire starts to have visions that would cause any person to never want to leave their house again. As time goes by, while in Morocco, the vision gets worse, more graphic and scary to which she finally has a break down. Trying to keep Daire safe and out of the hospital, Jennika agrees to let Daire stay with her grandmother who live in Enchanted, New Mexico. While there, Daire learns about her dead father's family, why Daire has these visions and who she really is. It is fascinating to learn everything alongside with this main character. And yes, there is a love interest. It is a combination of it being insta-love and not. It is hard to explain and one to definitely read and follow along. I don't want to give any spoilers, just know, I really loved how they came together. I am really looking forward to learning more about who and why a certain someone or someones is 'fated' and why a particular someone is referred to as the 'echo'.
This book was very well put together it left me wondering what will happen..... I can not wait four Echo to come out. Maybe it cojld be in Daces piont if view. I think dace is a nice charectrr he reminds me of Jack from everneath.
A girl with hidden powers goes ina journey to control and discover them. Along the way she meets a boy (dace) who is hor abd nice. A book you cant put down. A loveer of books, -Aubrey
I love alyson noels books and very excited when i found out abt. Fated did not dissapoint and is a fun read tht hooked me to the end.
The plot is really good. Its definitely very original. I couldn't put it down. If you like her immortal series. Then you'll probably like this. Its similiar in some aspects but very different in others. This book though probably should be read by 14 and older.