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Strange Angels (Strange Angels Series #1)

Strange Angels (Strange Angels Series #1)

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by Lili St. Crow, Alyssa Bresnahan (Narrated by)

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Dru Anderson has what her grandmother called “the touch.” (Comes in handy when you’re traveling from town to town with your dad, hunting ghosts, suckers, wulfen, and the occasional zombie.)
Then her dad turns up dead—but still walking—and Dru knows she’s next. Even worse, she’s got two guys hungry for her affections, and


Dru Anderson has what her grandmother called “the touch.” (Comes in handy when you’re traveling from town to town with your dad, hunting ghosts, suckers, wulfen, and the occasional zombie.)
Then her dad turns up dead—but still walking—and Dru knows she’s next. Even worse, she’s got two guys hungry for her affections, and they’re not about to let the fiercely independent Dru go it alone. Will Dru discover just how special she really is before coming face-to-fang with whatever—or whoever— is hunting her?

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School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—Since her mother's death, Dru Anderson and her dad have moved around a lot because her father hunts vampires, werewolves, zombies, and other creatures of the Real World. Soon after arriving at another new town and starting another new school, her father is killed and turned into a zombie. Dru has to destroy her zombie-father and avenge his death. The first title (Razorbill, 2009) in this series by Lili St. Crow falls flat. Scenes are often sidetracked due to the continuous dialogue going on inside Dru's head and the lengthy descriptions of everything. Often the imagery is beaten into the ground: her new half-Asian friend is referred to a half-breed, and the way he looks is often described in relation to his ethnicity. There is seldom a mention of any Real World creatures without including a great deal about how they smell; it is almost always noted that Cristophe, the half-vampire character, smells like apple pie. Alyssa Bresnahan's narration is just fine, but that doesn't compensate for the story and dialogue which convey frantically fast-paced scenes that crawl along in the listening.—Genevieve Gallagher, Charlottesville High School, Charlottesville, VA
Publishers Weekly

Dru has always known about the poltergeists, vampires and werwulfen that inhabit the Real World since her father has traveled the country battling them, often with Dru's help. But when he is killed after they move to the Dakotas-and sent back as a zombie to kill her-Dru digs deeper into her history, trying to find out who murdered her mother and who is after her. Graves, an orphan, joins up with her and is soon turned into a loup-garou by a wolf bite, and Dru is able to get some answers from Christophe, a djamphir(part human, part vampire). In her YA debut, St. Crow (who writes adult novels as Lilith Saintcrow) creates with masterful prose a vivid and dark world that will mesmerize readers. Dru's mix of strength and vulnerability peppered with teenage observations (as when she compares mean teachers to sharks, "machines made for eating, with a finely tuned sense for blood in the water") make her a fully relatable character, and teens will dig the Buffy- like blend of supernatural action and wit. Ages 12-up. (June)

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Teens will devour this suspenseful and action-packed read but will have to hold their breath until the sequel is released . . .
Kirkus Reviews
Dru Anderson may be 16, but she doesn't live an ordinary teenage life. Her mom died when she was five, and she was raised by her wise woman Gran in the mountains-when she wasn't hanging around with her warrior dad. Dru was taught the truth about the Real World, which is far different from the one most people see. She knew all about the things that go bump in the night-the wulfen, the nosferat, the poltergeists. So she was prepared when her dad was gruesomely murdered and turned into a zombie, and she didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. But now she's on her own, except for her Goth friend Graves, who only wants to grow up to be a physics teacher. Now they are the ones being hunted, because someone doesn't want Dru to grow up to be anything . . . much less a real threat. The book grabs readers by the throat, sets hearts beating loudly and never lets go. The first in a series, it will be all too hard to wait for the next. (Supernatural. 12 & up)
Children's Literature - Amalia Selle
Dru Anderson's life has always been less than normal. Her normal life has consisted of moving from town to town with her father as he hunts poltergeists, ghosts, and other characters from horror films. Her father insists Dru get an education, but Dru scoffs at the triviality of school, which is far from what she sees as the real world—the world of paranormal activity. Tough, sarcastic, able to sense anything from the real world, and an expert at tai chi, Dru lands in trouble barely two weeks after moving to a new town. She finds herself without a father and running from something unknown and truly terrifying. In the space of several days, Dru fights zombies, werewolves, burning dogs, and vampires in her quest to discover what is after her and why. A regular kid, named Graves, involves himself when he offers a spot for her to stay the night. Dru, struggling to know whether to trust a group called the Order, forms an unlikely friendship with Graves. The ending points to subsequent books and leaves a number of questions unanswered. Although filled with plenty of action and excitement, readers should be warned that the book contains a significant amount of bad language. While the rest of the book is appropriate for middle school, the language places it at the high school level. Reviewer: Amalia Selle

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Strange Angels Series , #1
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I didn’t tell Dad about Granmama’s white owl. I know I shouldhave.

There’s that space between sleep and dreaming wherethings—not quite dreams, not fully fledged precognition, but weirdlittle blends of both—sometimes get in. Your eyes open, slow anddreamy, when the sense of someone looking rises through the cotton-woolfog of being warm and tired.

That’s when I saw it.

The owl ruffled itself up on my windowsill drenched in moonglow,each pale feather sharp and clear under icy light. I hadn’t botheredto pull the cheap blinds down or hang up the curtains. Why bother,when we—Dad and me—only spend a few months in any town?

I blinked at the yellow-eyed bird. Instead of the comfort thatmeans Gran is thinking about me—and don’t ask how I know thedead think of the living; I’ve seen too much not to know—I felt asharp annoyance, like a glass splinter under the surface of my brain.The owl’s beak was black, and its feathers had ghostly spots likecobwebs, shadows against snowy down. It stared into my sleepy eyesfor what seemed like eternity, ruffling just a bit, puffing up the wayGran always used to when she thought anyone was messing with me.

Not again. Go away.

It usually only showed up when something interesting or reallyfoul was about to happen. Dad had never seen it, or at least I didn’tthink so. But he could tell when I had, and it would make him reachfor a weapon until I managed to open my mouth and say whether wewere going to meet an old friend—or find ourselves in deep shit.

The night Gran died the owl had sat inside the window whileshe took her last few shallow, sipping breaths, but I don’t think thenurses or the doctor saw it. They would have said something. By thatpoint I knew enough to keep my mouth shut, at least. I just sat thereand held Gran’s hand until she drained away; then I sat in the hallwhile they did things to her empty body and wheeled it off. I curledup inside myself when the doctor or the social worker tried to talk tome, and just kept repeating that my dad would know, that he was onhis way—even though I had no clue where he was, really. He’d beengone a good three months, off ridding the world of nasty things whileI watched Gran slide downhill.

Of course, that morning Dad showed up, haggard and unshaven,his shoulder bandaged and his face bruised. He had all the ID,signed all the papers, and answered all the questions. Everythingturned out okay, but sometimes I dream about that night, wonderingif I’m going to get left behind again in some fluorescent-lit corridorsmelling of Lysol and cold pain.

I don’t like thinking about that. I settled further into thepillow, watching the owl’s fluffing, each feather edged with coldmoonlight.

My eyes drifted closed. Warm darkness swallowed me, andwhen the alarm clock went off it was morning, weak winter sunshinespilling through the window and making a square on the browncarpet. I’d thrashed out of the covers and was about to freeze my assoff. Dad hadn’t turned the heater up.

It took a good twenty minutes in the shower before I felt anythingclose to awake. Or human. By the time I stamped down the stairs, Iwas already pissed off and getting worse. My favorite jeans weren’tclean and I had a zit the size of Mount Pinatubo on my templeunder a hank of dishwater brown hair. I opted for a gray T-shirt anda red hoodie, a pair of combat boots and no makeup.

Why bother, right? I wasn’t going to be here long enough foranyone to care.

My bag smacked the floor. Last night’s dishes still crouched inthe sink. Dad was at the kitchen table, his shoulders hunched overthe tray as he loaded clips, each bullet making a little clicking sound.“Hi, sweetheart.”

I snorted, snagging the orange juice and opening the carton,taking a long cold draft. I wiped my mouth and belched musically.

“Ladylike.” His bloodshot blue eyes didn’t rise from the clip, andI knew what that meant.

“Going out tonight?” That’s what I said. What I meant was,without me?

Click. Click. He set the full clip aside and started on the next.The bullets glinted, silver-coated. He must have been up all nightwith that, making them and loading them. “I won’t be in for dinner.Order a pizza or something.”

Which meant he was going somewhere more-dangerous, notjust kinda-dangerous. And that he didn’t need me to zero the target.So he must’ve gotten some kind of intel. He’d been gone every nightthis week, always reappearing in time for dinner smelling of cigarettesmoke and danger. In other towns he’d mostly take me with him;people either didn’t care about a teenage girl drinking a Coke in abar, or we went places where Dad was reasonably sure he could stopany trouble with an ice-cold military stare or a drawled word.

But in this town he hadn’t taken me anywhere. So if he’d gottenintel, it was on his own.

How? Probably the old-fashioned way. He likes that better, I guess.“I could come along.”

“Dru.” Just the one word, a warning in his tone. Mom’s silverlocket glittered at his throat, winking in the morning light.

“You might need me. I can carry the ammo.” And tell youwhen something invisible’s in the corner, looking at you. I heard thestubborn whine in my voice and belched again to cover it, a nicesonorous one that all but rattled the window looking out onto thescrubby backyard with its dilapidated swing set. There was a box ofdishes sitting in front of the cabinets next to the stove; I suppressedthe urge to kick at it. Mom’s cookie jar—the one shaped like a fatgrinning black-and-white cow—was next to the sink, the first thingunpacked in every new house. I always put it in the bathroom boxwith the toilet paper and shampoo; that’s always the last in and firstone out.

I’ve gotten kind of used to packing and unpacking, you couldsay. And trying to find toilet paper after a thirty-six-hour drive is nofun.

“Not this time, Dru.” He looked up at me, though, the bristlesof his cropped hair glittering blond under fluorescent light. “I’ll behome late. Don’t wait up.”

I was about to protest, but his mouth had turned into a thin,hard line and the bottle sitting on the table warned me. Jim Beam. Ithad been almost full last night when I went to bed, and the dregs ofamber liquid in it glowed warmer than his hair. Dad was pale blond,almost a towhead, even if his stubble was brown and gold.

I’ve got a washed-out version of Mom’s curls and a better copyof Dad’s blue eyes. The rest of me, I guess, is up for grabs. Exceptmaybe Gran’s nose, but she could have just been trying to make mefeel better. I’m no prize. Most girls go through a gawky stage, but I’mbeginning to think mine will be a lifelong thing.

It doesn’t bother me too much. Better to be strong than prettyand useless. I’ll take a plain girl with her head screwed on right overa cheerleader any day.

So I just leaned down and scooped up my messenger bag, thestrap scraping against my fingerless wool gloves. They’re scratchy butthey’re warm, and if you slip small stuff under the cuff, it’s damnnear invisible. “Okay.”

“You should have some breakfast.” Click. Another bullet slidinto the clip. His eyes dropped back down to it, like it was the mostimportant thing in the world.

Eat something? When he was about to go out and deal with badnews alone? Was he kidding?

My stomach turned over hard. “I’ll miss the bus. Do you wantsome eggs?”

I don’t know why I offered. He liked them sunny-side up, butneither Mom or me could ever get them done right. I’ve beenbreaking yolks all my life, even when he tried to teach me the rightway to gently jiggle with a spatula to get them out of the pan. Momwould just laugh on Sunday mornings and tell him scrambled orover-hard was what he was going to get, and he’d come up behindher and put his arms around her waist and nuzzle her long, curlingchestnut hair. I would always yell, Ewwww! No kissing!

And they would both laugh.

That was Before. A thousand years ago. When I was little.

Dad shook his head a little. “No thanks, kiddo. You havemoney?”

I spotted his billfold on the counter and scooped it up. “I’mtaking twenty.”

“Take another twenty, just in case.” Click. Click. “How’s schoolgoing?”

Just fine, Dad. Just freaking dandy. Two weeks in a new town isenough to make me all sorts of friends. “Okay.”

I took two twenties out of his billfold, rubbing the plastic sleeveover Mom’s picture with my thumb like I always did. There wasa shiny space on the sleeve right over her wide, bright smile. Herchestnut hair was as wildly curly as mine, but pulled back into aloose ponytail, blonde-streaked ringlets falling into her heart-shapedface. She was beautiful. You could see why Dad fell for her in thatpicture. You could almost smell her perfume.

“Just okay?” Click.

“It’s fine. It’s stupid. Same old stuff.” I toed the linoleum and sethis billfold down. “I’m going.”

Click. He didn’t look up. “Okay. I love you.” He was wearing hisMarines sweatshirt and the pair of blue sweats he always worked outin, with the hole in the knee. I stared at the top of his head while hefinished the clip, set it aside, and picked up a fresh one. I could almostfeel the noise of each bullet being slid home in my own fingers.

My throat had turned to stone. “’Kay. Whatever. Bye.” Don’t getkilled. I stamped out of the kitchen and down the hall, one of thestacked boxes barking me in the shin. I still hadn’t unpacked theliving room yet. Why bother? I’d just have to box it all up in anothercouple months.

I slammed the front door, too, and pulled my hood up, shovingmy hair back. I hadn’t bothered with much beyond dragging a combthrough it. Mom’s curls had been loose pretty ringlets, but minewere pure frizz. The Midwest podunk humidity made it worse; itwas a wet blanket of cold that immediately turned my breath into awhite cloud and nipped at my elbows and knees.

The rental was on a long, ruler-straight block of similar houses,all dozing under watery sunlight managing to fight its way throughovercast. The air tasted like iron and I shivered. We’d been in Floridabefore this, always sticky, sweaty, sultry heat against the skin likeoil. We’d cleared out four poltergeists in Pensacola and a hauntingapparition of a woman even Dad could see in some dead-end townnorth of Miami, and there was a creepy woman with cottonmouthsand copperheads in glass cages who sold Dad the silver he needed totake care of something else. I hadn’t had to go to school there—wewere so busy staying mobile, moving from one hotel to the next, sowhatever Dad needed the silver for couldn’t get a lock on us.

Now it was the Dakotas, and snow up to our knees. Great.

Our yard was the only one with weeds and tall grass. We hada picket fence, too, but the paint was flaking and peeling off andparts of it were missing, like a gap-toothed smile. Still, the porch wassturdy and the house was even sturdier. Dad didn’t believe in rentingcrappy bungalows. He said it was a bad way to raise a kid.I walked away with my head down and my hands stuffed in mypockets.

I never saw Dad alive again.

Meet the Author

Lili Saintcrow was born in New Mexico, bounced around the world as an Air Force brat, and fell in love with writing when she was ten years old. Lili lives in Vancouver, WA with her children, a houseful of cats, and assorted other strays.

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jandersson More than 1 year ago
Dru Anderson does not have any easy life. Despite being only sixteen-years old, she has seen and experienced more horrors than most people ever will. Her grandmother called it "the touch." Her sixth sense that lets her travel from city to city and hunt ghosts, suckers, wulfen, corpses- you name it! Not to mention her zombie father... Dru is introduced to two characters: Graves, a goth boy with a big crush on Dru; and Christophe, another kind of dangerous hunter that is very interested in Dru and her abilities. Together they will face off against an old enemy. The question is, can they find the one that hunts them and turn the tables in time to save their lives? This is the author's first young adult (YA) book. Having read all her other works, this one does not disappoint. It is seen through the eyes of a teenaged girl juggling too many problems to add romance to the list, but sometimes you do not have any control over that. The heroine is faced with tragedy, tough choices and revelations in this story which is sure to have a sequel coming soon. It quickly captures the readers imagination and attention, making it hard to put it down! And the reader is left waiting to find out what will happen next to Dru. The book has certain similarities with other great YA novels such as the Twilight and Harry Potter series, yet it is uniquely its own. It is not for the faint of heart reader, but rather filled with action, anxiety, and wonderful characters and relationships. It is a great read that is sure to please the young and old readers alike!
EmSTL More than 1 year ago
At first, I thought this book was going to be awful. It took me three, count them, THREE turns at picking up this book between others to finally get into it!! Once I got about a third of the way through, and got over Dru's hideous language quirks (ie. "Goddamn", "Kid"), and really started getting into her story, the book really picked up and I was hooked! Dru ended up being much more endearing and vulnerable than I ever expected she could be, and Graves' honest-to-goodness and strength made him more than a little interesting...not to mention the introduction of Christophe, who I suspect will just be simply yum! Another surprise for me was that as I got more interested in the story, I again started to feel let down as I saw the many similarities forming with Vampire Academy, BUT as I read on and now that I've started Betrayals, I feel encouraged that St. Crow has taken on her own twist on the Vampire, Djamphir, Boarding School storyline. I'm excited to continue reading the series now, and would definitely recommend to others! A surprise indeed!!
Tiger_Holland More than 1 year ago
Dru can sense The Real World (the paranormal world, not the tv show), and she travels around with her Dad, who's a down-and-dirty monster killer. When she's left all on her own--in a dramatic and heartbreaking fashion, I might add--she's in big trouble because something seriously bad is gunning for her. So much to like, here. 1. St. Crow has an earthy, realistic writing voice with a Deep South feel. The prose style is enjoyably descriptive, and we get simple but lovely lines like, "My mouth tasted like day-old coffee mixed with ash" (pg 106). So good. 2. Most of the character behavior is totally justified, frex: this is a gritty, dark book, and one of the ways the grittiness manifests itself is in some pretty heavy language for a YA, but it all feels natural, considering the MC's rough background. 3. Great secondary characters. It takes a little while, but Graves gets pretty amazing, though he bugged me at first. Then there's Christophe, who doesn't really put in an appearance until halfway through the book but moves the story forward in marvelous ways. 4. The mythology is fresh, complex, compelling, and the longer you read the more interesting it gets. Another big reason I find Strange Angels appealing is that it's a good example of the kind of writing I'm going to arbitrarily call "Scrape Fiction" where, unlike many novels where the characters have two states: perfect health or almost-dead-from-stab-wounds-and-bullet-holes, the MC can gets little cuts, sprains, and headaches that hurt in a standard bearable fashion, but are annoying or interfere with the MC's activities. In this type of book, busted lips and bruised knuckles are the order of the day instead of broken bones or lopped-off limbs, though those may appear, too. Gotta say, I'm a fan of this approach. In that way, Strange Angels reminds me of one of my favorite tv shows of all time: Supernatural, where the lighting is dim, the monsters are abundant, and the setting feels lived-in and unglamourous. Though now that I think about it, this book's similarities to that show are huge--the backstory is, Dru's and her dad bounce from town to town fighting whatever monster is in residence, with only each other for company. Dru's dad is even a fan of classic rock a la AC/DC. Dislikes: 1. It's presented as part of Dru's overall gruffness and insensitivity, but I cringe when she mentally refers to Graves, who is part Asian, as a "half-breed". It just sets my internal racism alarms a-ringing. 2. Dru's awesome and tough--sometimes so much so that her POV feels male. Can we have a tough girl protag without making her sound like a dude? Tall order, I know. 3. "Werewolf" in this book is spelled "werwulf," and I can't get behind that. It's like when someone spells vampire as "vampyre," and while I'm fine with more obscure supernatural species being spelled however you like (faery/faerie, selkie/selchie), if you're going to write vamps and wolves I prefer you call 'em that. Leave off the fancy sauce and just give me the chicken.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a real thrilling book,I love how the author(Lili St. Crow) is not afraid to put her words on paper.Dru is just my favoite,she's not afraid to say what she's thinking.
BeadQueen More than 1 year ago
I really liked "Dru" in the novel. She is kind of a teenage "Anita Blake". I hope all the books in the series (as it seems there will be sequels) are as good.
-essence More than 1 year ago
I was searching through Goodreads website some time ago and I stumbled across some quotes from Saintcrows books and I was like... blown away. I loved the sarcasm, I loved the funny conversations between characters and it all led to one thing: I went to the bookstore the next day and bought myself a copy of this pretty book called Strange Angels. Don't let me start on how much I love the cover and how fierce that girl looks. The things is I adore books with strong female leads, who know how to kick the guys ass and they do it with style. And Dru Anderson was just that. We follow a story of a sixteen year old Dru who is anything but an ordinary teenage girl. She travels around the states with her father, supernatural hunter. After her grandmother she inherited some twisted powers, which are slowly coming to the surface and she has no idea of what's she capable of. Dru got used to living on the road, switching town every two months are so and never even tried to make friends at school. But her dad goes missing and then there's a zombie crawling into her house... she holds up a shotgun and shoots the zombie. Who happens to be her reanimated father. Suddenly she's left alone with a bunch of questions - who turned her dad in a zombie and why? Is someone after her? What was his dad researching? With a little help of her new friend Graves and a mysterious blue-eyed dhampir Christophe she might get all the answers, or just open many new questions. The book started a little bit slowly and I was patiently waiting for the storyline to pick up. It's not that it would be plain boring or not interesting. There was plenty of action and plenty of emotion right from the start on. But I just needed that one special element that would pull me in and make me crave for more. I got that element when Christopher came on the scene and I absolutely adore this character. He's mysterious, he's different, he's a hot dhampir and he brings life into the book. From time to time I got annoyed by Dru though. She went on and on how no one would understand about this secret world of hers and how she's all alone. It feels like she already made up her mind how she's so misunderstood and doesn't even give a proper chance to those around her (for example to Graves). But I like Dru for her flaws to be sincere - she screams like a cheerleader, guns freak her out at first, she stumbles, she's quite impulsive and so on. Since I'm a sucker for details as some of you already now I must add a few little things. For example I absolutely adore how Graves has packages of Ramen noodles in his underground apartment. I love how they were searching through books for explanations - I really like the idea of searching up words like werewolf or dhampir in a old dusty book with raw covers. Also, Dru describes she's feeling like stuck inside a snow globe sometimes. Don't really know how to describe that feeling but I get it too, very often. Overall, I would recommend the book to all fans of YA paranormal books. The ending left me craving for more so I'll be picking the next in series very soon. Can't wait.
samSB More than 1 year ago
i liked this book for many reasons but i also had some issues.one of the good parts about this book was that the charchter of dru. i love the way her attitude is throughout the whole book. her confidence is very contagous. one of the issues about the book, for me, was that it went kind of slow. i think, in my opinion, that the author over discribed some parts and took to much time in doing so. i am still going to buy the next book in the series because i am curious about the charchter,dru. i hope in the next book, it explains her mother more. i would still reccomned this book to the supernatural readers and i hope the next book does well.
BrookeReviews More than 1 year ago
Dru's mom died when she was young, and she ended up spending a lot of time with her grandmother and father. When her grandmother passes away, Dru must scour the country with her dad, a hunter, looking for paranormal beings to kill. With Dru's help using "the touch" her dad's hunts have been very successful, until one night when he goes without her on a hunt, and she fails to tell him about her bad feelings. With her father dead, Dru has to figure out how to survive on her own, decide who she can trust, and find the monsters responsible for her father's death. All this while watching her own back for whoever is hunting HER. I really enjoyed Strange Angels, there is nonstop action which I love! Dru is a strong protagonist, but she also has her weaknesses like all teenage girls should have. She's scared and is determined not to let that show, even when she begins to feel vulnerable around her new friend Graves. St. Crow is a genius when writing intense and heavily emotional scenes. Her descriptions of the "real world" (no, not the reality show), which are shown through Dru's eyes, are dark, scary, and vivid. She has built a world full of intriguing creatures including; Zombies, Weres (werewulfen), Vampires (suckers), and all kinds of big and small monsters. The only part that sort of got old was that Dru likes to repeat a lot of the same phrases or lines. Which I'm going to go ahead and say is because of the traumatic death of her father. Overall Strange Angels was a very exciting book, and fans of Lilith Saintcrow's adult series will also enjoy her YA. I'm anxiously waiting to see what happens in book two of the Dru Anderson series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book does, I will admit, take a rather long time to get off the ground and get going with the good part- but when it does, it's AMAZING! Definetly worth the money, and the book is great for you if you want to read about a girl who can kick serious *** when needed, a zombie invasion, and two boys who'll risk everything for the girl- but at the same time, are fighting for her love.
Unwasted_Words More than 1 year ago
Angels: If your a fan of Ms. Clare's first trilogy than your going to love Clockwork as well. I have to admit, I was not particularly excited about this book, because I really wasn't ready to move on from the City of series and it's characters, but I really enjoyed this book. I am a convert, and the last page left me wanting more. Clare does it again in the Mortal Instruments' prequel Clockwork Angel. The language and dialogue was extremely witty, I found the VIctorian era suited this paranormal world, and I loved the interaction of the characters. The scenes where everyone was having their meals were my favorite, they were funny, let you get to know the cast in a more intimate way, and created a sense of family. Our heroine Tessa is a far more fierce female lead than Clary. Tessa's character is a kin to Jo from Little Women, a very modern, well read, lower class hard working american, who knows life isn't easy but is willing to do what has to be done. Then there's Will, he appears to be just like Jace, but where Jace is the wild, contained, what you see is what you get, not wanting to be close to anyone, so as not to get hurt, Will is not what he seems. Will wants to appear the cad, wants everyone to think the worse of him, needs to keep everyone away, but I think he longs for the closeness he keeps away. Jem is a wildcard and the third wheel to what is sure to be a love triangle. He has an interesting past, with a compromised future, not my pick for the leading man but definitely has a shot. Then there's Jessie, the reluctant shadow hunter. I find her storyline the most intriguing, and kind of wish she had her own series, there is just so much potential there. I am also looking forward to a bigger role for the young master Lightwood. Demons: What I didn't like so much is a lack deviation from MI. I do think Clockwork had enough changes with the time period, industrial technology, and writing that it can stand apart, but I wish she could've changed it up even more. The formula of two female and two male teenage leads, was too much like MI. The overall premise of Tessa trying to save a family member, and getting help from the local Nephilim. And Will is a lot like Jace. I also hated Thomas' storyline, I'm not going to spoil it but he deserves better. I don't feel Clockwork is a carbon copy but I am hoping that the series will become drastically different from MI. But don't let the demons steer you away from this book. Clockwork is a lot alike, but it's a lot of the stuff that made me and I am guessing you love Mortal Instruments. Clare's writing and structure is noticeably stronger. I think the obstacles and resolutions will be much more solid then in MI. And best of all the potential tie ins to the next set of MI books, and honestly greatness is well within the confines of the foundation built into Clockwork Angel, I personal cannot wait to see where the Infernal Devices goes next. I believe this is going to be a wonderful companion series.
asamum More than 1 year ago
Written in first person narrative in what I can only describe as 'common' language and phrasing, which I did feel lowered the intelligence of the story but can easily be attributed to a 16/17 year old girl. Mild use of bad language which although fits in with the characters is not really necessary for the storyline. The actually layout of the book is very visual with the start of each chapter having black misty swirls at the top of the page, making it look sinister and instilling a feeling of dread. The story starts with a shocking twist that draws the reader right into the plot. The idea of an alternate world inhabited by monsters/vampire/werewolves/etc living side by side the human world brought to mind Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr and The Night World Series by L.J.Smith, I actually think at one point there is a reference to the Night World in the plot. We are drawn into the protagonists (Dru) world where she is trying to maintain a normal facade when her life is anything but. The writing is very descriptive with lots of dramatic tension and some gory imagery. The description of the weather in particular actually made me feel cold. There are lots of references to snakes (not good if you have a snake phobia like me added together with my technicolour imagination) I could actually feel my skin crawling at the descriptions, which I guess is the point. The characters were well developed and interesting, there 'secrets' have yet to be fully revealed so there is plenty of scope to develop them further in Betrayals. Reminiscent of The Twilight Saga with the love triangle element. I am actually taking bets with myself at the moment to see if one of the main characters will have green eyes. The relationship between the characters is believable and easy to relate to (especially that of the friendship between Dru and Graves). Although the action is fast paced very little of the plot is revealed. There is a major cliffhanger ending; although some plot questions are answered there are a lot more left to be revealed (hopefully) in the next book, Betrayals. In conclusion, a good read if you like paranormal romance and lots of fast paced action and dramatic tension but be warned you will be left with a lot of unanswered questions and definitely have to read Betrayals to get more of the answers (great marketing strategy). Not for those looking for a stand alone story, this is definitely a series.
Casey88 More than 1 year ago
Dru and her father travel from town to town, hunting ghosts, suckers, and wulfen. But when her father goes missing and suddenly reappears one night as a zombie, Dru has no choice but to use all her sixteen years of training to keep her self alive. However, losing her father is just the beginning. There are a lot of mysteries in Dru's life. The primary being what happened to her mother all those years ago, and how she got to be chosen as a hunter who chases the dark things in the night. Instead of being the hunter, Dru ends up as the hunted. Evil comes knocking and the last think she expects is help from Graves, a shaggy-haired goth guy. But the favor is returned when she saves his life from a werwulf attack. Dru and Graves make a pack to stick together and then. Enter Christophe, with looks that kill including those ice-cold blue eyes, and experienced fighting skills. Oh and can't forget about those fangs. The things he knows about Dru could change her life. Forever. From the beginning, I was hooked. Dru is tough and smart - she would have to be to stay alive in the world she lives in - but Lili St. Crow keeps it real by showing readers glimpses of Dru's vulnerability. From the details we get of Dru's background, Dru and her father's relationship seemed rock solid, but I felt as though I was missing out on something. Lili St. Crow did a good job putting this story together. It has a great plot, with twists and turns that keep you turning the page just to find out more. I like how she spiced up some of her words, like "sucker" - for vampire - and "wulfen" - for werewolves. Plus, her characters are well developed, or left a little mysterious like Christophe. I think he has just as many secrets as Dru has - although she might not know about them yet. I can't wait to read the next addition to the series, Betrayals, coming this November.
Dhampyre More than 1 year ago
The writing style is hard to get use to. But the story is good and the Characters are fun. It takes the Vamps and Were story to a different level. She was almost real, with her trials and troubles. I love a strong heroine but i can relate to one better when she has the Occasional break down too. i recommend anyone to read it.
leah23 More than 1 year ago
This book reminds me a lot of the televsion show called supernatural. I love the show and this book. A lot of books these days seem to be all about vampires but this book is more creative! I love it!
sandySG More than 1 year ago
I had anticipated this book...I read the summary, loved it and went out and bought the book like a week or so after it came out...and immediately began to read it...and I loved it!
Anonymous 20 days ago
This book is one of my all time favorites in the paranormal romance genre, I admire Lili St. Crow's ability to draw readers in within the first two or three pages of a book, a skill often lacking in other novels/authors. Definately recomend this book as well as the rest of the series!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
An intense read and stoery between Emily, Reeve and the missing Amber. A story that keeps you on the edge, turning pages as fast as you can.. A lot of suspense. Explicit dark sexual likings and scenes. The end is a Cliffhanger..... LOVETOREAD
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Omigosh, I need more. That. Was. AMAZING.
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Something I was curious about and I dig the way it was written. A bit of everything and I loved the twists and action.
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It was slow to start but by the middle I was hooked. Ending was great.
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