You can't move forward until you deal with the past
Starting over is nothing new to diplomat's daughter Lindsey Yi. She's grown up changing schools the way other girls change clothes. Still, moving to Lincoln, Connecticut, is different. Although she's still reeling from the loss of her parents in an accident, Lindsey is finally in a place that feels like home. Because here, Lindsey's ability to read other people's thoughts doesn't make her weird. It makes her one of the Mystyx.
When Dylan Murphyhot, popular and a seniorstarts to notice her, things get serious, fast. But even as she's figuring out how she really feels, the Mystyx realize that they're not the only supernaturals in town. There are other gifted teens who have different motives. And they are hoping to get close enough to the Mystyx to convert themand the worldto Darkness.
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My name is Lindsey Yi and I'm telepathic. I have been able to read people's minds for as far back as I can remember. I'll be seventeen in a couple of months and it's close to the end of my junior year in high school. I love cheese and absolutely hate ketchup.
I know that the diet of lady beetles consists of soft-bodied insects like caterpillars and that giant African crickets enjoy eating human hair. That's not necessarily something I need to know, but I have a reservoir of useless trivia like that stored in my brain for some inexplicable reason.
Another fact: It's been a year since the accidenttwelve long monthssince I've had a full night's sleep or experienced a waking minute of the day when I didn't think about my parents. I can still see their glassy eyes as they breathed the last puff of air in their lungs.
My entire body shivers as I rub my arms to soothe a layer of gooseflesh that coats my skin. As I close my eyes, I'm once again right back there, reliving the train crash one more time.
We were going to Washington, D. C. Dad went there a lot. He used to be a diplomat to South Korea. That's where he and Mom come from. I was born in the United States, but I traveled all over the world with my parents. When the accident happened, we lived in a huge house in Providence, Rhode Island.
I guess we could have taken a plane. But Dad liked to travel by land whenever he could, so we were on Amtrak sitting in business class. I don't know why, since I wasn't traveling on business. But I liked to pretend that I was a very important person in the government. That's what I want to do when I grow up, work for the government in some high-level international job. Sounds ambitious and probably obnoxious, but it's what I want to do.
My parents were sitting across from me, my dad with his laptop open as his fingers danced across the keyboard, and his eyes focused on whatever appeared on the screen. Mom was reading a book. She loved to read. Judging by the coverwith a bare-chested man and a woman with long red nails grazing his pectoralsit was probably a hot, steamy romance. That meant that mom won't be passing it on to me for my reading pleasure. That's okay. I prefer reading nonfiction, anyway.
My blunt-tipped fingernailsjust like Dad'sdrummed over the tabletop that separated us as I stared out the window. Trees whizzed by at a steady clip. Sometimes they were interrupted by water as we crossed a bridge. I was taking in the scenery but Dad wasn't, and it was his idea to take the train, anyway. I liked how the water looked like it shimmered, like there was a huge plastic coating over it that captured the rays of sunlight in a glittering spectacle. The trees made me think of shelter, of something hidden within the tall cluster of shrubbery with hundreds of outstretched arms on the sides. I didn't really want to think of those arms, grabbing, touching, pulling and tearing at me. That had always been a sore spot for me.
Then the scenery abruptly changed with such a jolt that it made me slide into the empty seat beside me. Dad's computer slid over the table, then bounced off the floor with a thud. It didn't sound good. Mom dropped her book, the pages quickly fanning out as it fell to the floor. I remember thinking, "She won't remember what page she was reading because her bookmark was still on the table." The book had fallen off the edge, too, resting on the floor beside Dad's laptop.
I grasped the armrest but the shaking didn't stop. I was quickly flipped right out of my seat, careening over the mess on the floor beside us, being catapulted somewhere inside the train car that I didn't know. Screams echoed in my ears and pain slammed into my body, even though I could have sworn I was floating through the car without actually hitting anything. Still, the pain was there, it was real and it was growing.
The right side of my head hurt like it had been smashed into something and throbbed furiously at the assault. My arms ached and there was a whoosh of air as I felt like something slammed into my stomach. I heard voices in my head, screams and pleas, amid the cries for help.
Outside the window, there were no longer trees or water, but an upside-down world that I couldn't really decipher. There was smoke billowing upward over the windows in clear gray waves. There was movement all around me, but I remained still. I swallowed as my body finally began to settle, and I cringed as the stinging taste of blood coated the back of my throat.
The cries in my head grew louder and louder and were now replaced by snippets that formed a chaotic sound wave that resonated through my entire body. My mouth opened because something wanted to come out, but I didn't know what. It might have been anything like, "Help me, I'm hurt." Or, "Save me!" Or, "I'm dying!" Or maybe even, "This pain is excruciating. Please someone help me!" Whatever it was, it all came down to, "What the hell is going on?"
I couldn't say anything. It just played like a loop running through my head. I remember rolling over and coughing, since smoke was everywhere by now. Getting to my knees wasn't easy. My elbows rested on the floor, but there was glass everywhere so I lifted up my arms. I scraped away the tiny shards and saw the blood on my fingertips as it dripped down my arm and fell to the floor in red droplets. I got up off the floor and looked down to see that my knees matched my elbows, but there was no time to dwell on that.
"Lindsey!" a familiar voice called to me. "Lindsey, honey, where are you?" the woman said.
At that moment, I was thinking about how to form the words, but my mouth still wasn't working. My legs moved in a wobbly way, like I'd been thrust back to the days when I was a toddler trying to take those first steps. Lifting one leg at a time was a chore, one I needed to concentrate on. But the voices in my head wouldn't allow it.
I doubled over and suddenly felt like the glass on the floor was somehow embedded in my stomach. The pain was so intense, my eyes watered. And once again I tried to open my mouth to scream in agony. Still, nothing.
I'd been rendered mute and there was no explanation why.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to breathe through the pain but it was relentless. My chest heaved as my head felt like it was going to split in two. Even my eardrums ached, like they did when I had that rotten tooth in fourth grade.
I kept moving, because in the midst of all the noise, I heard my mom's voice coming through loud and clear.
The chaos seemed to have quieted in my head, seeping out through my ears, spilling out so that it appeared to surround me. I felt myself being pushed and jostled, but I kept trying to walk, trying to get to Mom's voice. When I finally did manage to, I stopped. My legs gave out and I was back lying on a bed of broken glass on the floor.
Then I realized that my parents hadn't been thrown when my body ricocheted through the train. At the time I thought it was strange since we were sitting right across from each other. But it looked like they never moved, as their backs were still plastered to the faux-leather seats that are only in business- and first-class cars on Amtrak. Dad's laptop was definitely busted and Mom's book was gone. She'll have to buy another copy and start all over, I thought.
Her fingers were all bloody so the pages would probably get smudged when she opened the new book. Maybe she'd buy an e-reader instead, I thought. On one side of her head, the right side, there was a gash that oozed blood in thick rivulets that covered one of her eyes and trickled down to her lips. When I reached out to touch her, my arm ached so bad that I couldn't do anything but let it fall back to my side. Dad was next to her and his head looked fine. No blood. But his chest was moving up and down, in quick motions that didn't seem normal. Trailing down the bottom of his shirt was a gruesome crimson color. The blood was coming from his stomach.
I didn't reach out to him, but instead folded my bruised arm over my stomach to suppress the spasms and knife-sharp pains that were resurfacing once more.
"Dad!" The sound came from my mouth in a sick croaky-sounding way.
He moved his head slowly as the narrow slits of his eyes searched for and then found me. He did like this hiccupping thing and blood gurgled from his lips. I cringed and swallowed, and felt like I tasted the same blood.
I wanted to say, "Mom," but I couldn't. My mouth was already full. I looked at her, at her long, straight, jet-black hair that was now matted to one side of her face. She reached up to touch me. The sound in my head screamed, "Stop her!"
She froze in midair, as her arm hung aloft for a second then fell limply to her side.
I looked from my mom to my dad and my dad to my mom, back and forth over and over again. The pain coursed through my body making me tremble. I couldn't talk anymore, but I kept swallowing. I hated the taste in my mouth, hated the feeling of warm blood as it oozed down my throat. I kept staring at Mom and Dad, at their eyes. They blinked in unison. Then they stopped blinking and simply stared straight ahead, that empty soulless stare.
Death is final. It's the end and there's no coming back. No resurrection. It's over and done with. My mom and dad are gone and I'm still here.
These are the facts. I don't know if they're useless facts or not, but these are the facts.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I'm super excited about this series. This series I have been following from the very beginning and have love it. While I enjoyed this book, I felt like there is something missing. I think its cause I wasn't able to really connect to Lindsey as well as I could with the other mystyx group. Still, the book is good. If you haven't read the series I suggest you do. Ms. Arthur writes about teens with a real life, with a hint of something paranormal. In this book, the reader meet Lindsey. After moving again, Lindsey is immediately thrown in a world of chaos. I liked Lindsey. She wasn't stuck up or mean. She really just wanted some stability. I don't think I connected well with this character cause I couldn't grasp her connection with the other mystyx characters. It was like she was just thrown in the mix. It took a few chapters before I could find myself understanding Lindsey and where she came from. Lindsey is fierce and strong. She catches on fast and becomes one of the group before you know it. I really like how Ms. Arthur brought some interesting characters from the first book I thought were gone! I gasp once the secret was out and thought "WOAH!" This story doesn't only cover Lindsey's story but also covers what is going on with the other mystyx characters. I miss my other books friends and it was good to see them fighting against evil all together. Once again, more questions were raised as others were answered. You can tell in this book that the enemy is getting stronger and ready to attack. Not just a small attack but a full on final battle. Each character has face their demon and the final showdown is coming! I can't wait to read how it is all going to end!!! Mesmeriz is a good book! Filled with lots of battles, death, and adding a new mystyx to the group, the group is getting stronger. With the forces combine and done with the petty fighting, the mystyx group is ready! EEEEP!
Mesmerize is book four in the Mystyx series. I love this series. Artist Arthur is a fantastic writer and I love her characters. Four teens have been given supernatural gifts to fight Charon of the underworld by the Greek goddess Fatima. Each one of these teens have to be tested before they come together to stand against Charon, and this time it’s Lindsey turn. Artist Arthur also tackles different race issues along with other issues of being poor, rich, loners,death and romance—all what teens face today with plenty of action and romance. Lindsey is Asian and almost seventeen. She’s also telepathic and an empath. She lost her parents a year ago and now lives with her guardian Aurora Hampton, who has a few secrets of her own. Krystal, Sasha, and Jake have gone through their test and now it’ Lindsey who will face her weakness to become stronger or lose her power. But little did Lindsey know her test was going to come in a tall, muscular, cute guy with deep blue sapphire eyes. Dylan will be Lindsey's test. A test between her heart and her destiny as a Mystyx and Dylan have a few more secrets that the rest of the Mystyx has been trying to figure out this past year. Along with heart-break for her friend, Krystal. These heart-breaks will bring a bond between Lindsey and Krystal. Mesmerize is Lindsey’s story of a teenage girl who has been given supernatural powers to fight the underworld, she lives in guilt, and who's trying to survive the death of her parents and the lost her true love. Mesmerize is full of heart-breaking drama, action and romance. I recommend Mesmerize as a fantastic read.
I'm super excited about this series. This series I have been following from the very beginning and have love it. While I enjoyed this book, I felt like there is something missing. I think its cause I wasn't able to really connect to Lindsey as well as I could with the other mystyx group. Still, the book is good. If you haven't read the series I suggest you do. Ms. Arthur writes about teens with a real life, with a hint of something paranormal.In this book, the reader meet Lindsey. After moving again, Lindsey is immediately thrown in a world of chaos. I liked Lindsey. She wasn't stuck up or mean. She really just wanted some stability. I don't think I connected well with this character cause I couldn't grasp her connection with the other mystyx characters. It was like she was just thrown in the mix. It took a few chapters before I could find myself understanding Lindsey and where she came from. Lindsey is fierce and strong. She catches on fast and becomes one of the group before you know it. I really like how Ms. Arthur brought some interesting characters from the first book I thought were gone! I gasp once the secret was out and thought "WOAH!" This story doesn't only cover Lindsey's story but also covers what is going on with the other mystyx characters. I miss my other books friends and it was good to see them fighting against evil all together. Once again, more questions were raised as others were answered. You can tell in this book that the enemy is getting stronger and ready to attack. Not just a small attack but a full on final battle. Each character has face their demon and the final showdown is coming! I can't wait to read how it is all going to end!!!Mesmeriz is a good book! Filled with lots of battles, death, and adding a new mystyx to the group, the group is getting stronger. With the forces combine and done with the petty fighting, the mystyx group is ready! EEEEP!
Review: Mesmerize by Artist Arthur 4 STARSIt's hard to rate this book, because this is the first book of the series that I have read so it was a little confusing to me at times. I believe this is the 4th of the mystyx series.The Mystyx were created by Styx and given powers before they were born. Their are four of them we know about.Lindsey Yi is Korean American. Who was in a train wreck a year ago that killed her parents. She lives now with her guardian in what people believe is a haunted house. She can read minds of those around her except when she or they are wearing black. This story is about her and being tested as well.Krystal is a medium. Jake has the only active power he moves things with his mind. Sasha can travel outside her body. They are only juniors in high school.They are supposed to stop Charon from comming to this realm and keep him in hades. They all need to controll their powers and work together somehow.It was interesting and if I had read other books probably would care more for the characters.Their are a lot of Deaths around the four teenagers. Lots of new kids in the school.Would recommend that you read the first 3 books first to enjoy the story better.I was given this ebook to read in exchange of honest review from Netgalley.01/31/2012 PUB Harlequin KimaniTRU
I didn't figure out that this was part of a series until I began reading. There were some things that Lindsey kept mentioning that I was like.. Um? Is there something I was missing. With that in mind, I still really liked this book. It kept my attention and it explained almost everything so I could keep up. Cover: The cover is really pretty! I like how it shows her mark on her ankle, which I know understand. Plus the cover keeps it quite ominous and it was true to the book! Plus it has purple, I love purple! :) Plot: The plot was a little confusing. Granted that this is the fourth book in the Mystyx series and a lot had happened in those three other books. For the most part it kept me interested, but there were some grammatical mistakes and sentence errors that I hope are corrected. Characters: So, first there's Lindsey. She is still the new girl, newly inducted cheerleader, and mind reader. Yes, you read that right, mind reader. She is a very interesting character from the beginning and yet, she's has the same thoughts and emotions we all have. She is strong and brave, but also a teenager who wants a relationship, which it was nice to be able to connect to her on that level. The there's Dylan. I didn't really like Dylan. To me he was sketchy and evasive, never divulging any personal information about himself. Which I didn't like. If some random guy, even if he was the most popular and hottest guy in school, started paying attention to me I would be wondering what's up with that. Which is exactly what Dylan did. Sure, he had some very sweet moments and was nice at times, but I didn't like him. All in all: It didn't make me want to read the other books to get the full story, but it was a good story on its own! I give it 31 out of 51 tacos! ~~Sam :)