The Thirteen Hallows

The Thirteen Hallows

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A new adult novel from Michael Scott and Colette Freedman...

The Hallows. Ancient artifacts imbued with a primal and deadly power. But are they protectors of this world, or the keys to its destruction?

A gruesome murder in London reveals a sinister plot to uncover a two-thousand-year-old secret.

For decades, the Keepers guarded these Hallows, keeping them safe and hidden and apart from each other. But now the Keepers are being brutally murdered, their prizes stolen, the ancient objects bathed in their blood.

Now, only a few remain.

With her dying breath, one of the Keepers convinces Sarah Miller, a practical stranger, to deliver her Hallow—a broken sword with devastating powers—to her American nephew, Owen.

The duo quickly become suspects in a series of murders as they are chased by both the police and the sadistic Dark Man and his nubile mistress.

As Sarah and Owen search for the surviving Keepers, they unravel the deadly secret the Keepers were charged to protect. The mystery leads Sarah and Owen on a cat-and-mouse chase through England and Wales, and history itself, as they discover that the sword may be the only thing standing between the world… and a horror beyond imagining.

The Thirteen Hallows is the beginning of a spellbinding new saga, a thrilling tale of ancient magic and modern times by a New York Times bestselling author and an award-winning playwright.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781427213488
Publisher: Macmillan Audio
Publication date: 12/06/2011
Edition description: Unabridged
Product dimensions: 5.17(w) x 5.97(h) x 0.96(d)

About the Author

MICHAEL SCOTT is an authority on mythology and folklore, and the author of the New York Times bestselling series The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel. He lives in Dublin, Ireland.

COLETTE FREEDMAN is an award-winning, internationally produced playwright.

Kate Reading is the recipient of multiple AudioFile Earphones Awards and has been named by AudioFile magazine as a "Voice of the Century," as well as the Best Voice in Science Fiction & Fantasy in 2008 and 2009 and Best Voice in Biography & Culture in 2010. Reading has performed at numerous theaters in Washington D.C. and received a Helen Hayes Award for her performance in Aunt Dan and Lemon.

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A woman died.
She was sixty-six years old, in good health, active, a nonsmoker who rarely drank. She had simply gone to sleep and never woken up. Her family and friends mourned, a funeral was arranged, flowers were ordered, a service organized.
Viola Jillian was thrilled.
She had never met the woman, never even known of her existence until she had heard of her death. But she was glad she’d died. Viola was vaguely embarrassed by the emotion but selfish enough not to be too embarrassed. After all, the woman’s death presented her with an amazing opportunity. And opportunity, as she kept reminding herself, didn’t come calling too often, and when it did, you had to grasp it with both hands. This was her opportunity. The buxom brunette with the Elizabeth Taylor eyes had spent the last few weeks in the ensemble cast of Drury Lane’s reprisal of Oliver! The woman who had died was the lead’s mother, and now the producers had informed Viola that she was going to play Nancy the following evening.
The young woman had immediately gone to sympathize with the distraught Nancy, but only after she had shifted her publicist-almost-boyfriend into high gear to ensure that there would be sufficient press in the audience for her debut. This was her chance, and she was determined to make the most of it.
Viola Jillian had always wanted to be a star.
Usually on Sundays, Viola would grab a few drinks with some of the other girls in the cast, but she wanted to be well rested for her proper West End star turn. Viola knew her theater history: Every great star was discovered by accident. And she knew, deep in her selfish heart, that she was a great star. She fantasized that she would be discovered. She had the talent, the looks, and the drive. And she wanted to move beyond the stage and start acting in films. She had already played small parts in the British soap operas EastEnders and Coronation Street, but she was tired of always playing second fiddle, or even fifth or sixth fiddle, and was afraid that she was becoming typecast. She was nearly twenty-four; she didn’t have much time left. Let the others drink all night in the Ku Bar, she was heading home to bed.
It was a spectacular fall night, cloudless and balmy, when she left the bar early, and she decided she’d walk to her nearby Soho flat.
She’d not gone more than two hundred yards when Viola felt the skin on the back of her neck tingle. She’d been a dancer all her life, and every dancer had experienced the same sensation, usually when someone in the audience was focusing on them.
Viola knew that someone was watching her.
At eleven thirty P.M., the London streets were filled with Sunday night carousers. Viola pulled her bag closer to her chest and picked up her pace, walking briskly down Shaftesbury Avenue. There had been a series of violent muggings lately, and she did not plan to fall victim to one of them. Her flat was less than ten minutes away. She kept glancing behind at every corner, but she could see no one, although the tingle at the back of her neck remained. Viola hurried up the less crowded Dean Street and was half running by the time she reached the almost empty Carlisle Place.
It was only when she reached the safety of her building and had closed the door behind her that Viola relaxed. She made a mental note to talk to her shrink about her growing anxiety attacks. For an actress she led a fairly vanilla life, and the chance of someone like her ever getting hurt was practically nil. She laughed at her ridiculous fear as she hummed one of Nancy’s signature songs. Standing in the hallway, she checked through the day’s mail, throwing away a few overdue bills and keeping a coupon for Anthropologie, which had recently opened on Regent Street. Her mind shifted to far more practical matters as she wondered if she could convince the wardrobe mistress to alter Nancy’s red dress in order to show a bit of extra cleavage and accentuate her two best features.
It was when she started up the stairs that she heard the muffled cry in 1C. Mrs. Clay’s flat.
Not usually one to get involved in other people’s business, especially when the other person was a septuagenarian who constantly complained that Viola made too much noise, she began to climb the stairs. Then there was the faint tinkle of breaking glass. Viola stopped, then turned back down the stairs: Something was wrong.
Standing outside the old woman’s door, she pressed her face against the cool wood, closing her eyes and listening. But the only sound she could make out from within was a faint rasping, like the sound of labored breathing.
She knocked quietly, conscious that she did not want to wake the other neighbors. When there was no response, she pressed her finger to the lighted bell. Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture blared on the other side of the door. For a moment she thought it might be the bell she was hearing before she realized it was probably the classical radio station, the only station Mrs. Clay listened to—usually very early in the morning.
Still no response.
She pressed the bell again and realized that the music sounded unnaturally loud. She’d never heard any sounds from the old woman’s flat this late in the evening. Viola suddenly wondered if Mrs. Clay had suffered a heart attack. She looked the picture of health and was extremely spry for her age. “Good country air,” she had once told Viola as she chastised her for smoking, a habit she’d picked up at drama school. “When I was a girl, I lived in the country. That kind of air nourishes you for life.”
Viola rang the bell again, pressing hard, the tip of her finger white against the plastic button. Perhaps Mrs. Clay could not hear the chimes over the now obnoxiously loud music. When she got no response, Viola fished into her hobo bag and pulled out her key ring. The old woman had given her a key to the apartment “in case of an emergency” months ago.
Sorting through the bundle of keys, she finally found the right one, then shoved it into the lock and pushed open the door. The smells hit her as soon as she stepped into the flat: a sharp metallic odor, harsh and unpleasant, mingling with the stench of feces. Viola recoiled, bile rising, pressing her hand to her mouth as she reached for the light switch. She flicked it up, but nothing happened. Leaving the door open to shed light into the tiny hallway, she walked forward … and realized that the carpet beneath her feet was squelching, sodden and sticky with a liquid that was too viscous to be water. What was she standing in? She decided she didn’t want to know; whatever it was, it would wash off. She hoped.
“Mrs. Clay … Mrs. Clay?” she said, shouting to be heard over the overture. “Beatrice? It’s Viola Jillian. Is everything all right?”
There was no reply.
The old woman had probably gone and had a heart attack or something, and now Viola was going to have to go and get an ambulance and probably spend all night in the hospital. She’d look like shit in the morning.
Viola pushed open the door into the sitting room. And stopped. The stench was stronger here, acrid urine stinging her eyes. By the reflected light, she could see that the room had been destroyed. The beautiful music continued to play, a mocking counterpoint to the desecration around it. Every item of furniture lay overturned, the arms of the fireside chairs had been snapped off, the back of the rose floral sofa was broken in two, stuffing hanging in long ribbons from the slashed cushions, drawers pulled from the cabinet, the contents emptied, pictures torn from the walls, frames warped as if they had been twisted. An antique Victorian mirror lay on the floor, radiating spider cracks from a deep indentation in the middle of the glass as if it had been trodden on. Mrs. Clay’s extensive collection of glass figurines were now ground into the carpet.
A burglary.
Viola breathed deeply, trying to remain calm. The flat had been burgled. But where was Mrs. Clay? Picking her way through the devastation, glass crunching underfoot, she prayed that the old woman hadn’t been here when it happened; yet she knew instinctively that she had. Beatrice Clay rarely left her apartment at night. “Too dangerous,” she’d said.
Books scraped as she pushed against the bedroom door, opening it wide enough to slap at the light switch, but again, nothing happened. In the faint glow of the light from the hall, she could see that this room had also been torn apart and that the bed was piled high with dark clothes and blankets.
“Beatrice? It’s me, Viola.”
The bundle of clothes on the bed shifted and moved, and she heard shallow breathing. Viola darted across the room and saw the top of the old woman’s head. Clutching the first blanket, she yanked it back, and it came away in her hand, warm and wet and dripping. The woman in the bed convulsed. The bastards had probably tied her up. Viola was reaching for another blanket when the bedroom door creaked and swung inward, throwing light onto the bed.
Beatrice Clay’s throat had been cut, but not before her body had been terribly mutilated. But despite her appalling injuries, she was still alive, mouth and eyes wide in soundless agony, breathing a harsh rattle.
The young woman’s scream caught at the back of her throat.
A shadow fell across the bed.
Sick with terror, Viola turned to face the shape that filled the doorway. Light ran off damp naked flesh. She could see that it was a tall, muscular man, but with the light coming from behind him, his features were in shadow. He lifted his left arm, and the light reflected liquid running down the length of the spear he clutched. The man stepped into the room, and she could smell his odor now: the rich meaty muskiness of sweat and copper blood.
“Please…,” she whispered.
Black light trembled on the blade of the weapon. “Behold the Spear of the Dolorous Blow.” Then, obscenely, he began to conduct the nerve-wracking 1812 Overture with the deadly weapon, and as the overture reached its climactic conclusion, his shoulder shifted and rolled and the light darted toward her.
There was no pain.
Viola felt a sudden coldness beneath her breast, then the warmth that flowed outward to embrace her. Liquid trickled across her stomach. She tried to speak, but she couldn’t find the breath to shape the words. She was aware of light in the room now, cold blue and green flames sparking, writhing along the leaf-shaped blade of the spear.
She had been stabbed—dear Jesus, she had been stabbed.
The lines of fire coiling around the shaft of the spear rose to illuminate the flesh of the hand holding the weapon. As Viola fell to her knees, both hands pressed against the gaping wound in her chest, she noticed that the man was disturbingly handsome and tall.
So tall.
Tall, dark, and handsome.
Viola tried to concentrate, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her or if the newborn pain was clouding her judgment.
The spear rose, serpents of cold fire splashing onto the head of her attacker, illuminating his face. When she saw his eyes, the woman realized she would not be playing Nancy in tomorrow’s performance.
Viola Jillian would never be a star.

Copyright © 2011 by Michael Scott and Colette Freedman


Writing is a solitary occupation.

The common perception is that writing attracts loners, people who are comfortable in their own company, happy to work alone for many months or several years or on a single project. That perception however is not entirely correct. It is true that while an individual creates the work, the rest of the process - editing, production, publication, promotion - is the work of a huge team of people. The most successful writers are those who are collaborative and it should not come as too much of a surprise to discover that many writers love to collaborate. And because modern technology has made the world incredibly small, collaboration has become a lot easier.

In 1873, long before the creation of the Internet, Mark Twain and Charles Dudley Warner collaborated on the novel The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today. The two men were neighbors and good friends and over dinner one evening, had been challenged by their wives to write something together. Twain wrote the first eleven chapters, Warner the next twelve and the remaining chapters were collaborative. The entire novel was written in three months and the results were somewhat mixed. Twain was a vastly superior writer to Warner and the two voices are clearly distinguishable throughout the text.

It is a wonderful image to think of Mark Twain gathering up his manuscript and heading off to see Warner, or a messenger arriving with a bundle of pages for Twain to edit. Of course nowadays, writers no longer need to be neighbors to collaborate. They needn't even be friends...although that does help. They simply must have a common goal, an ability to work well together - which primarily means an ability to communicate.

Readers are always fascinated by the mechanics of collaboration - the rules. But of course, there are no rules. For us, the tools of collaboration are email, Google Docs, Skype and Google Voice. Skype and Google voice have enabled us, two quite different writers who live either 5163 miles or 8309.04 km (depending on which one of us you're asking) apart, to remain in touch on a daily basis.

Unlike Twain and Warner, whose work was ravaged simply because the critics believed their voices didn't mix, we work to ensure that we present a singular voice; the reader should not be able to tell where one stops and the other starts. And, at the end of the book neither one of us should be able to tell who did what - although, it has to be said that there are certain words that either of us use which can identify a piece as "ours."

Some writers like to step out into the void with a blank screen and only the vaguest idea of the story. Collaboration is different. Both writers need the roadmap. The first step in the collaboration is to plot out the entire book, creating a detailed chapter by chapter outline. For this project, the outline was set up Google Docs, which enables us to talk and edit it at the same time. (And, as an aside, there is nothing odder than watching your words change and alter on a screen as someone half a world away edits!)

Once the outline is finished, we begin working on the first draft. Here, the eight-hour time difference between LA and Dublin works to our advantage as drafts are written and emailed for the other to work on when they awaken. In this case, Michael started chapter one, sent it to Colette, who edited and reworked the piece, then wrote chapter two and sent it back. Michael then polished chapter two and wrote the next chapter.

Once the first draft of the novel is completed, the real work begins. Separately, we read the work straight through and prepare a set of notes for one another. Often the notes are identical. They're the easy fixes. Occasionally, when our notes are radically different, the discussions can become somewhat more animated. But the arguments are always about the work, and trying to improve it. Writing with a collaborator is a matter of trust and there is no place for ego.

And when it is done - it should be a better book than either of us could have created on our own. And if the collaborators are still friends - then it has been successful! —from Michael Scott & Colette Freedman

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voraciousreader24 More than 1 year ago
I just raced through an ARC of The Thirteen Hallows. I was fascinated by the mythology and enjoyed the roller coaster ride the authors took me on. I had heard of the hallows from Harry Potter; however, Scott and Freedman's Hallows were far more comprehensive and made me want to discover even more. I loved how Sarah and Owen raced through London to try to stop the killers...and were always just one step ahead of the police and the evil Vyvienne and Saurin. As the book went on, the chapters got shorter and shorter... almost propelling me towards the end. This is a fast and furious read with terrific villains and a 'unique' portrayal of a young Jesus. I highly recommend this cross of horror and fantasy.
CannonballSH More than 1 year ago
This review is from an ARC (Advanced Reader Copy) I received. I loved this book. It is a wonderfully paced, interesting story filled with compelling mythology. Yes, there is a great deal of violence in this book, but it's a horror/fantasy book so there is bound to be violence. Frankly, I really appreciate how the authors didn't sugar coat the murders. This is clearly not a YA book as the sex and violence put it in an adult category. I particularly liked the elements of dark magic and thought it was a nice layer, which played against the plight of the protagonists Sarah and Owen as they tried to find the mystery behind the Thirteen Hallows. It's definitely a cat and mouse chase and, despite the somewhat inept cops, who were always 'just' minutes behind, I was riveted. This book reminded me a little of The DaVinci Code as the combination of nonstop action and unraveling the mystery of the ancients secrets leaves little 'down time'. The entire time I was reading, I thought this would make a cool film. A fast, fun, engaging read. Definite page-turner.
Ravenswood_Reviews More than 1 year ago
Book Title: "The Thirteen Hallows" Author: Michael Scott & Colette Freedman Published By: Tor Forge Age Recommended: 18 + Reviewed By: Kitty Bullard Raven Rating: 5 Review: This book completely knocked me for a loop. By far one of the best modern fantasy books for adults I have ever read. The story revolves around the Keepers of the Thirteen Hallows, all of which are elderly having guarded these Hallows for generations after they were passed down from son to son and daughter to daughter, and so on. The Hallows are the most prized possessions of Great Britain and have seen much history in various fashion. They are potent and if brought together could cause untold damage to the world. There is just enough history mixed in with the modern world in this book to keep you interested in finding out exactly how these Hallows were used and how they came to be. The background of these objects is astounding and are linked to some of history's most notable people and you'll never believe just how far back the history of the Hallows goes. This book may sound like something a child could read, but do NOT be fooled. This book is for adults and has scenes in it that should not be read by the faint of heart. The adventure to keep these Hallows safe and not allow them to fall into the wrong hands is one you will not soon forget. Murder is the hub of this novel and it's not what you'd expect at all. If this book is destined to become a series, I'm in all the way. The collaboration of Michael Scott and Colette Freedman is astonishing and amazing, nothing short of perfection. Get this book! You will not regret it and if you enjoy it even half as much as I did you'll be clamoring for more!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Having read other books by Michael Scott, I came to this book expecting the world of mythology to collide with the modern world...and I wasn't disappointed. Although this is a fast paced thriller full of plot twists and turns, it is also a cleverly crafted fantasy, creating a view into a world that lurks just beneath the surface of our every day existence. When the heroine of the story, Sarah, who is a work-a-day bank clerk, is pulled unwillingly into this fantastic world, I understood her disbelief and felt her pain and frustration as she watched this murky world encroach on her well ordered life. When she discovered the meaning of the Hallows and sought to keep them safe I was pulled into the fantastic world with her, and couldn't put the book down until I finished it in the wee hours of the morning. This is not a book for the faint of heart, and definitely not a book for children. However, I would highly recommend it for anyone who enjoys a thriller where things are not always black and white, but where good is vindicated in the end.
KadyWinter More than 1 year ago
I'm a mythology junkie and loved the depth of historical references in this fast-paced thriller. I may be forgetting some obvious examples, but I feel like Scott & Freedman have developed a new genre here - R-rated YA fiction. All the fantasy elements we love in Percy Jackson mixed with gory violence and hot sex. Definitely adult fiction. I sped through the book so fast I was relieved to find the set-up for a sequel in the well-crafted finale to this fun read.
Proudmama More than 1 year ago
I read this book in one night as I could not put it down. Now I only did not have to put it down but have to wait patiently for the sequel. It is very tightly written by two masterful writers and it is also very suspenseful.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Initially, I expected a slower novel with a more complex story line. What we get is quite the opposite. The story is fast paced and easy to follow. The authors slowly reveal character details and the meaning of the "hallows" and the "keepers" as the heroes are constantly chased for the objects they posess. The protagonists (Sarah and Owen) keep one step ahead of the villains (Vyvienne and Ahriman) and the police. Will definitely purchase the follow-up. Enjoyable read.
BookSakeBlogspot More than 1 year ago
When I received this book for review I started by showing it to my son and making the ooohing and aaahing sounds he detests. Come one, this is Michael Scott, author of one of his favorite series (The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel), he was bound to be jealous. Then I read the first 20 pages and felt bad for my actions because this is NOT a kid¿s book. So, no, my son won¿t be picking this one up. I¿m not familiar with Freedman (the other author), but Scott has a way with making fantasy come to life in our own world. This was no exception. While the book steered into violence, sometimes mixed with sex, I felt that it was too much and unnecessary, particularly the sex portion. I¿m all for the character having a good romp in the sack, but it has to be justified. The sex in this book was mostly done for a specific reason (no¿not the ones you are thinking of), but it¿s never explained why it was so ¿ which made it feel gratuitous to me. The violence was often harsh as well and again, over the top. Having read the synopsis of the book I was unaware that this book was based around demons and religion. The religion aspect isn¿t a huge part and doesn¿t come full frontal until the end, but the demons are a big aspect of the story. Still, the story didn¿t seem far fetched, so long as you let it take you with it. There are a number of characters that enter the story, both bad and good, and all of them fit their niches perfectly. My favorite character wasn¿t around nearly enough and I hope that in the continuation of the series he will get to shine a bit more. Reviewed by Jessica for Book Sake.
Thoughtsstainedwithink More than 1 year ago
If you like a book that is fast-paced and a page-turner, filled with gruesome murders, sex, magic and mystery, then “The Thirteen Hallows” by Michael Scott and Colette Freedman is the book for you. Without giving anything away, I have to say that this book was killer (both literally and figuratively). When the starting sentence introduces a murder, you know you’re in for a book that is going to take you on an awesome thrill ride, and “The Thirteen Hallows” doesn’t disappoint. As a fan of Scott’s young adult series, I was very interested to see what a novel targeted for adults would read like. I was very pleasantly surprised, despite how drastically different the two proved to be. I enjoyed the fact that I could find small threads that reminded me of “The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel” series – for example, his short chapters – yet it also read as something new.  This book’s foundation is built on death and details. It’s the kind of novel that makes you want to scream at the characters for missing the obvious clue in figuring out the mystery behind the hallows of Britain, yet at the same time, catches you off guard and surprises you, leaving you wondering what exactly is going to happen next.  Not only are the details within the mystery itself interesting, but the details that describe the events of the book are just as brilliant. I could always picture what was happening and I’d be lying if I said that some of those mental images were better left unseen. I flinched multiple times whilst reading at just the pure goriness of what was being done to some of the characters, which made the book that much more exciting. The way it was written is both a blessing and a curse: chapters that average around 3-5 pages in length, creating over 100 chapters within this 350+ page book, are a blessing because the pace is quick and very easily to follow, even with the multiple-character perspectives (sometimes switching perspectives within the same chapter). Yet it also a curse because you find yourself saying, “Just one more chapter…” as you’re curled up in bed, and it isn’t until you’ve read another 50 pages that you finally force yourself to stop.  I loved the way the novel threaded between the past and the present. It appeared effortless. The mythology was brilliant (although I wouldn’t have minded a little more). To be honest, my only true critique is that the ending felt a bit rushed. We spent a lot of time building up to the end – and it wasn’t disappointing – but because of the greatness of the rest of the novel, I expected just a bit more from the ending. But that didn’t cause me to dislike the book any less and it won’t dissuade me from reading the next installment of the series (because regardless of the pacing of the ending, the events that happened in the end leave plenty of room for another book, along with a burning desire to read it).  Overall, I thought this was a joy to read, if you’re into a dark plot with gruesome details and a death-toll that would have George R.R. Martin clapping in applause. I would definitely recommend it to anyone who is a lover of fantasy, particularly if you love the real world blending with fantastic ideas and events that cannot normally happen within our world. 
PenguinQueen More than 1 year ago
The graphic description of torture caused me to throw the book in the trash 1/3 of the way through. The story still intrigues me and I would love to read a cleaner copy.
arocee More than 1 year ago
I picked up on "fantasy" and the Michael Scott who wrote the Alchemyst series, and had high hopes. I should paid more attention to the Kirkus review and read others here. This is HORROR first and foremost, and after about the 4th brutal, sickening murder I renewed my determination not to read horror. There is way too much of this in the real world, and it is no escape for me to read "inventive variations" on the same.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read th Nicholas Flamel series and was expecting another mythical adventure...not an unecessary graphic depiction of sex throughout the novel that almost made it literary pornography. It really took away from the story for me because i don't like that sort of thing, and I wasn' t expecting it from this author.
ReadersFavorite More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Alice D. for Readers Favorite The Horn of Bran, the Mantle of Arthur, the Chessboard of Gwenddolau, the Knife of the Horseman, The Crimson Cloak of Feathers, and Dyrnwyn, the Sword That is Broken are, at story's ending, the only ones remaining of the original Thirteen Hallows, ancient powerful artifacts that go back two thousand years and must be kept separate from each other. At the beginning of "Thirteen Hallows", a group of children evacuated to Madoc, Wales, from England during World War II are elderly, not expecting the horrific deaths they begin to suffer, one by one, as the individual Hallows each one has possessed since that time in Madoc are stolen from them. The old man with the long white beard had entranced them back then with his folklore and he had given them each a particular Hallow to keep. One of those "Keepers", Judith Walker, is rescued on the streets of London by twenty-two year old Sarah Miller and before dying, gives Sarah a bag containing Dyrnwyd with instructions to get the ancient broken sword to her American nephew, Owen, now living in England. And so begins this tale of otherworldly powers of both evil and protection from evil. "The Thirteen Hallows" is an extremely well-written and fascinating fantasy that creates effects and forces outside normal human experience as well as totally believable scenes of gore and dismemberment. Ambrose,the Dark Man, and his sidekick Vyvienne,Robert Elliot and his druggie skin-heads are memorable characters, to say the least. Main characters Sarah Miller and Owen Walker will carry the reader through this novel's pages and beyond, to the next book in this series that should not be missed.
lilwhitemaltese More than 1 year ago
I love this book. Not one to read this genre often, I was so engrossed. The fast pace, mythology and juicy characters kept me turning page after page. Totally satisfying! I am ready for the next one.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Just raced through my ARC of 13 Hallows ¿ what a fast, fun read!!!! I¿m getting so tired of long books which don¿t hold my attention, and the authors of this horror never disappointed me. The book starts off with a gruesome murder and never lets up. The characters, especially Robert Elliot and his lackeys are fantastic and I felt like I was with Sarah and Owen the entire ¿race against time¿. Sarah is a great, strong female protagonist and I enjoyed her harrowing journey. Definitely recommend.
djsfoxylady on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Not too bad. Not really one I could see myself reading again, but as a whole it was pretty good.
foggidawn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
If I had to use one word to describe The Thirteen Hallows by Michael Scott and Colette Freedman, it would be "squicky." I did read the whole thing . . . but now I kind of want to wash my brain.To briefly summarize, the Thirteen Hallows are artifacts that were used thousands of years ago to seal demonkind into a prison. The demons have been biding their time, waiting for a human to come along who is brilliant, ambitious, and ruthless, and who will collect and activate the Hallows, releasing the demons. That time has come -- the current Keepers of the Hallows are all growing old, and are unable to protect their artifacts any longer. When one young woman, Sarah Miller, stops what she thinks is a mugging, she is caught up in the danger and horror of what's happening with the Hallows, and her fate becomes inextricably linked with theirs.First of all, the good: this book is definitely gripping. Even when I halfway wanted to put it down, I kept reading to see what would happen.But that's about all of the good that I can think of to relate. The writing, while not cringe-worthy, was nothing out of the common run, and the characters all seemed a little flat to me. Moreover, I am not a fan of thrillers or horror, and this book contains elements of both. Let me put it this way: a book that uses the word "abattoir" several times to describe various scenes is probably not my thing. Multiple descriptions of gristly murders and kinky rituals had me nearly putting the book down at several different points. So, if your taste is anything like mine, I'm definitely not recommending this book. On the other hand, the reviews I read were generally positive -- so those who enjoy gore-spattered fantasy/horror/thrillers will probably love this book.I'll leave them to it -- and be a little more selective of my reads in the future.
talksupe.blogspot on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I utterly love this book. Scott and Freedman employed their screenplay writing skills to make the story as vivid a possible and I felt like I was running away with Sophie in the streets of London, gasping on those heartless murders and torture. The flashbacks and back stories are interspersed with the main plot which added another layer to the novel.So if you like fantasy laced with mythology, then by all means, go ahead and get this book. I promise it'll be one of the most riveting 350 pages you ever got your hands on.
deslivres5 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I picked up The Thirteen Hallows because I am a big fan of Michael Scott's books in the Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel YA series. This book, while it is based in mythology and lore as found in that series, is also an adult (VERY) sci-fi novel, full of loads of graphic violence and sexual descriptions. While cringing over those parts, the compelling story itself kept me reading to the end. With about 20 pages to go, I knew either an abrupt resolution or a series was in sight and I believe the reader gets both.I wonder what the division of labor was between the two writer.Michael Scott's co-author is a playwright.Side notes: I just kept picturing the manga/anime YuYu Hakusho world of demons when reading this novel. Scary!It has a funny mention of Harry Potter.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love Scott's Nicholas Flames series, even as a 25 year old woman with two children!I was very much looking forward to this book.It was hard to get into at first but, past a certain point, I started to enjoy it.However, I feel like his character development as well as his plot conclusion lacked in this novel.I was thoroughly disappointed with the ending.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not trying to be insulting or anything but this is the second time micheal scott used an idea simalar to sometjing in j.k.r.'s harry potter books he must beva fan
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excessively violent, gory and sickening. Too much graphic violence mixed with sex...I felt as though I needed a shower after I read it. The biggest flaw however, was the alleged "main character". She was boring, flat and unremarkable and her partner in this drama was nearly as bad. Ugh. What a waste of an interesting plotline.
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