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The sixth book in L.J. Smith’s beloved bestselling Night World series is now available as a special collector’s edition!
Hannah Snow’s life was so together. Friends, terrific grades, dreams of a career in paleontology. Everything was perfect…until the notes started appearing. Notes in her own handwriting, warning her of the danger that was coming.
Dead Before Seventeen.
The psychiatrist was supposed to help. But what came out of the age regressions were memories of another time, another life. And of a stranger who tore her world apart…a vampire who killed a village in his rage. Until, in the eyes of a dying human girl, he recognized his soulmate.
Now the stranger is back. He has searched for Hannah throughout the years, trying to make amends, waiting for her to be born. Now he is Thierry, the Lord of the Night World—and nothing in heaven or hell will keep him from his soulmate again. But if her destiny is death, can even Theirry’s love protect her?
About the Author
L.J. Smith is the New York Times bestselling author of the Night World and Vampire Diaries series. She has written over twenty-five books and lives in California.
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The werewolves broke in while Hannah Snow was in the psychologist’s office.
She was there for the obvious reason. “I think I’m going insane,” she said quietly as soon as she sat down.
“And what makes you think that?” The psychologist’s voice was neutral, soothing.
Okay, she thought. Lay it on the line. Skip the paranoid feeling of being followed and the ultra-paranoid feeling that someone was trying to kill her, ignore the dreams that woke her up screaming. Go straight to the really weird stuff.
“I write notes,” she said flatly.
“Notes.” The therapist nodded, tapping a pencil against his lips. Then as the silence stretched out: “Uh, and that bothers you?”
“Yes.” She added in a jagged rush, “Everything used to be so perfect. I mean, I had my whole life under control. I’m a senior at Sacajawea High. I have nice friends; I have good grades. I even have a scholarship from Utah State for next year. And now it’s all falling apart . . . because of me. Because I’m going crazy.”
“Because you write notes?” the psychologist said, puzzled. “Um, poison pen letters, compulsive memo taking . . . ?”
“Notes like these.” Hannah leaned forward in her chair and dropped a handful of crumpled scraps of paper on his desk. Then she looked away miserably as he read them.
He seemed like a nice guy—and surprisingly young for a shrink, she thought. His name was Paul Winfield—“Call me Paul,” he’d said—and he had red hair and analytical blue eyes. He looked as if he might have both a sense of humor and a temper.
And he likes me, Hannah thought. She’d seen the flicker of appreciation in his eyes when he’d opened the front door and found her standing silhouetted against the flaming Montana sunset.
And then she’d seen that appreciation change to utter blankness, startled neutrality, when she stepped inside and her face was revealed.
It didn’t matter. People usually gave Hannah two looks, one for the long, straight fair hair and the clear gray eyes . . . and one for the birthmark.
It slanted diagonally beneath her left cheekbone, pale strawberry color, as if someone had dipped a finger in blusher and then drawn it gently across Hannah’s face. It was permanent—the doctors had removed it twice with lasers, and it had come back both times.
Hannah was used to the stares it got her.
Paul cleared his throat suddenly, startling her. She looked back at him.
“ ‘Dead before seventeen,’ ” he read out loud, thumbing through the scraps of paper. “ ‘Remember the Three Rivers—DO NOT throw this note away.’ ‘The cycle can be broken.’ ‘It’s almost May—you know what happens then.’ ” He picked up the last scrap. “And this one just says, ‘He’s coming.’ ”
He smoothed the papers and looked at Hannah. “What do they mean?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I didn’t write them,” Hannah said through her teeth.
Paul blinked and tapped his pencil faster. “But you said you did write them—”
“It’s my handwriting. I admit that,” Hannah said. Now that she had gotten started, the words came out in gasping bursts, unstoppable. “And I find them in places where nobody else could put them . . . in my sock drawer, inside my pillowcase. This morning I woke up and I was holding that last one in my fist. But I still don’t write them.”
Paul waved his pencil triumphantly. “I see. You don’t remember writing them.”
“I don’t remember because I didn’t do it. I would never write things like that. They’re all nonsense.”
“Well.” Tap. Tap. “I guess that depends. ‘It’s almost May’—what happens in May?”
“May first is my birthday.”
“That’s, what, a week from now? A week and a day. And you’ll be . . . ?”
Hannah let out her breath. “Seventeen.”
She saw the psychologist pick up one of the scraps—she didn’t need to ask which one.
Dead before seventeen, she thought.
“You’re young to be graduating,” Paul said.
“Yeah. My mom taught me at home when I was a kid, and they put me in first grade instead of kindergarten.”
Paul nodded, and she thought she could see him thinking overachiever.
“Have you ever”—he paused delicately—“had any thoughts about suicide?”
“No. Never. I would never do anything like that.”
“Hmm . . .” Paul frowned, staring at the notes. There was a long silence and Hannah looked around the room.
It was decorated like a psychologist’s office, even though it was just part of a house. Out here in central Montana, with miles between ranches, towns were few and far between. So were psychologists—which was why Hannah was here. Paul Winfield was the only one available.
There were diplomas on the walls; books and impersonal knickknacks were in the bookcase. A carved wooden elephant. A semi-dead plant. A silver-framed photograph. There was even an official-looking couch. And am I going to lie on that? Hannah thought. I don’t think so.
Paper rustled as Paul pushed a note aside. Then he said gently, “Do you feel that someone else is trying to hurt you?”
Hannah shut her eyes.
Of course she felt that someone was trying to hurt her. That was part of being paranoid, wasn’t it? It proved she was crazy.
“Sometimes I have the feeling I’m being followed,” she said at last in almost a whisper.
“By . . . ?”
“I don’t know.” Then she opened her eyes and said flatly, “Something weird and supernatural that’s out to get me. And I have dreams about the apocalypse.”
Paul blinked. “The—apoc . . .”
“The end of the world. At least I guess that’s what it is. Some huge battle that’s coming: some giant horrible ultimate fight. Between the forces of . . .” She saw how he was staring at her. She looked away and went on resignedly. “Good.” She held out one hand. “And evil.” She held out the other. Then both hands went limp and she put them in her lap. “So I’m crazy, right?”
“No, no, no.” He fumbled with the pencil, then patted his pocket. “Do you happen to have a cigarette?”
She glanced at him in disbelief, and he flinched. “No, of course you don’t. What am I saying? It’s a filthy habit. I quit last week.”
Hannah opened her mouth, closed it, then spoke slowly. “Look, Doctor—I mean, Paul. I’m here because I don’t want to be crazy. I just want to be me again. I want to graduate with my class. I want to have a great summer horseback riding with my best friend, Chess. And next year I want to go to Utah State and study dinosaurs and maybe find a duckbill nest site of my own. I want my life back. But if you can’t help me . . .”
She stopped and gulped. She almost never cried; it was the ultimate loss of control. But now she couldn’t help it. She could feel warmth spill out of her eyes and trace down her cheeks to tickle her chin. Humiliated, she wiped away the teardrops as Paul peered around for a tissue. She sniffed.
“I’m sorry,” he said. He’d found a box of Kleenex, but now he left it to come and stand beside her. His eyes weren’t analytical now; they were blue and boyish as he tentatively squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry, Hannah. It sounds awful. But I’m sure I can help you. We’ll get to the bottom of it. You’ll see, by summertime you’ll be graduating with Utah State and riding the duckbills, just like always.” He smiled to show it was a joke. “All this will be behind you.”
“You really think?”
He nodded. Then he seemed to realize he was standing and holding a patient’s hand: not a very professional position. He let go hastily. “Maybe you’ve guessed; you’re sort of my first client. Not that I’m not trained—I was in the top ten percent of my class. So. Now.” He patted his pockets, came up with the pencil, and stuck it in his mouth. He sat down. “Let’s start with the first time you remember having one of these dreams. When—”
He broke off as chimes sounded somewhere inside the house. The doorbell.
He looked flustered. “Who would be . . .” He glanced at a clock in the bookcase and shook his head. “Sorry, this should only take a minute. Just make yourself comfortable until I get back.”
“Don’t answer it,” Hannah said.
She didn’t know why she said it. All she knew was that the sound of the doorbell had sent chills running through her and that right now her heart was pounding and her hands and feet were tingling.
Paul looked briefly startled, then he gave her a gentle reassuring smile. “I don’t think it’s the apocalypse at the door, Hannah. We’ll talk about these feelings of apprehension when I get back.” He touched her shoulder lightly as he left the room.
Hannah sat listening. He was right, of course. There was nothing at all menacing about a doorbell. It was her own craziness.
She leaned back in the soft contoured chair and looked around the room again, trying to relax.
It’s all in my head. The psychologist is going to help me. . . .
At that instant the window across the room exploded.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
this is book #6 in the Night World series and it is one of my fave Night World books besides Daughters of darkness, Witchlight, The Chosen, Black Dawn, and Huntress. the thing i love about the book is how Hannah goes back into the past into a life she never known she had and that how Thierry tries to make amends for all the wrong things he has done in the past now 1000 years later. Hannah has discovered that she is an old soul and that someone in the Night World is trying to kill her. my favorite part is that many of the characters from the other Night World books makes a cameo in this book...including everyone's favorite hot bad boy Ash. (he's is one of my fave male characters as well next to thierry cuz i think they are both really hot!!!) and i love the romance between thierry and hannah that seems so real and how thierry tried really hard to prove himself worthy of her affections. this is one of the best night world books EVER!!!
I havent read this book in a while but I started rereading the whole series unfortunately I lost some of my books but this is great!
this is one of my fave books in the series besides daughters of darkness, black dawn, the chosen, and huntress. (dont get me wrong I got all 9 books in the sereies) this one explaings about a girl name hannah who thinks she is being followed by someone she doesnt know that wants 2 kill her and keeps having dreams that she will die on her sevennth birthday. she goes sees a shrink but then finds out she had a past life living as a shaman whos village was detroyed by a vampire. she then finds out later that the vampire is the one who she is destined to be with who is thierry the lord of the night world. hannah soon finds out that another vampire is coming after her and is trying to kill her so she can have thierry herself. this book explains more about the redferns and the soulmate principle and explains more about the night world and circle daybreak also. alot of people who appeared in the other night world books has cameos in this one. well this was one of my fave books and i loved how it explain more about soulmates and Thierry is one of my fave characters besides Ash. i loved how he tries 2 make amends for what he did in the past and tries 2 find his soulmate no matter how hard it is. he's loyal and dedeicated and thats what i love about him i wouldnt mind havin a guy like him 4 a bf. well i hope lj smith writes more books in the futute and hopefully strange fate will come out soon. keep up the great work ms. smith
Hannah and Thierry were just MEANT TO BE! Maya couldnt have stopped their love fore each other! Thier love bound them together in a way that NOTHING could ever break it apart! A TERRIFIC HEART WARMING BOOK!
I think that all the books in the Night World series are excellent, especially this one. The romance, as well as the suspence and horror makes it all the better a book. I couldn't put it down and I also love the way all of the characters in the Night World come up in each book and are tied in somehow. I love the series, and the concept of the Wild Powers but I haven't been able to get finish the series. I want to know when the rest of the books will be out. So I'm left in suspense and excitement to see what happens in the last few books.
I picked this book up because I had nothing else to read and I have not regretted it for one moment. I'm a romantic at heart and this book met all my expecatations. Hannah and Thierry were perfect together. I couldn't put the book down until I finished it. I even liked Maya. If you want a book that makes you belive in true love and soulmates, you should read this one!
This book was so good. It's the best book I've read by her besides the Vampire Diaries Series. The ending was really good.
I got into this series a while ago, and may I just say WOW. I like Ms. Smith's imaginative tales about love, and things that people find hard to believe. Anyone who likes vampires, witches, shapeshifters and werewolves should read this series... and might I say this and Black Dawn are my faves.
Hannah thought she was going crazy. She kept receiving notes, in her own handwriting, that told her she would be dead before her seventeenth birthday. Her birthday was only a week away. The psychiatrist was suppose to help. But he helped too well. He hypnotized her and she remember her previous lives. She was an Old Soul. Thierry, Lord of the Night World, sought her out in each of her lives - to kill her. Hannah found herself attracted to Thierry and fearing him at the same time. Then there was Maya. Maya, like Thierry, was a vampire. But did Maya really want to help Hannah or kill her?
*** A great horror series for those aged thirteen and up. Each in this series is a book in itself, but all come together in a greater picture. You see characters of previous books in cameo shots which make the plot even more realistic. Excellent! ***
i love this book out of all the others this one is my favourite i was very intriged about the birth mark as a symbol of a past life because i have one and it makes me wonder if maby i too had a past life i love the thought of old souls and there soulmates that no matter what they will always be togeter
This novel was very good. I was looking for something in the Vampire Nature after reading Anne Rice's novels. And Even though I did not read the first books I thought that this book was very good. I love the relationship of Thierry and Hannah which spanned through the ages. I Lent the book to my friend and now she is hooked on L.J. Smith novels.I also love the way that the author entwines Vampires with Werewolfs. It deserves the 5 stars.