Unbreakable (Unblemished Trilogy #3)

Unbreakable (Unblemished Trilogy #3)

by Sara Ella

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ISBN-13: 9780718081058
Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
Publication date: 05/01/2018
Series: Unblemished Trilogy Series , #3
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 265,698
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.50(d)
Age Range: 13 - 18 Years

About the Author

Sara Ella is the award-winning author of the Unblemished series and Coral, the upcoming reimagining of The Little Mermaid. She spends her days throwing living room dance parties for her two princesses, raising her little prince to be a king, and conquering realms of her own imaginings with her swoony husband by her side. She may or may not be obsessed with #Bookstagram, which feeds her current addiction to bookish tea and candles. A lover of fairy tales, she believes “Happily Ever After is Never Far Away.” Connect with Sara online at SaraElla.com; Facebook: WritingHisTruth; Twitter: @SaraEllaWrites; Instagram: SaraEllaWrites; and YouTube: Sara Ella.

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CHAPTER 1

Meek as a Mouse

What is that wretched odor? Am I dead? Because I smell dead or death or something close to it. I can't open my eyes. Not yet. Opening my eyes makes it real. I just need a minute to collect myself. My thoughts. My memories ...

Memories.

I squeeze my eyelids, rummaging my brain, digging and sorting.

Compartmentalizing. Retrace your steps. That's what the proverbial they say, isn't it? That's how to get back to what you've forgotten?

Or who?

The sound of trickling water plays a part in the symphony of recollections trumpeting through my mind. Except this performance is broken, missing instruments, clusters of notes omitted here and there. A sad rehearsal not quite living up to what the full experience is intended to be.

It's winter. Feb — Second

Month. I was in the Fifth Reflection.

Mom is there, and Evan, my new baby bro.

And Kyaphus, the Void's vessel. In fact, he's the last thing I remember before falling into the draining Threshold behind the cottage. Did he push me? The idea fits. Darkness and light are at war. But the former won't win.

I simply refuse.

So I open my eyes.

The sky is shrouded in grays. I'm lying on my back, legs and arms sprawled, and what's above dominates my vision. The only color filters in, and I can almost imagine I landed on the set of Pleasantville or The Giver. Worlds bathed in drab hues with only a twinkling of pigment ushered in by the odd man out. Or odd woman in my case. The lack of vibrancy mirrors my mind. The things I do remember are livelier than ever, standing out among the other faded, hazy memories.

Oh, fine. I might as well admit it — I want to cry. And not just cry. I mean a full-on ugly sob. Like snot everywhere, red-rimmed eyes shedding unstoppable tears. Bring on the tissues because the waterworks are about to commence. And why not? No one's here to see me lose it. Not a single recognizable soul to witness the vessel of the purest light identify as a mama's girl.

Yeah. I want Mom.

Sitting up, I swipe at my eyes and nose. Could things get any worse? I'm in the gutter, literally, which explains the smell. Water streams, rushing down the grate beneath me. The sidewalk a step up is paved in unevenly cut gray stones. I scoot onto the curb and ring out my drenched mocha hair, combing through the tangles with my fingers. My bangs are no more, having at last grown long enough to tuck behind my ears. The purple ends have faded to gray. And not the pretty, "hip" gray everyone's wearing nowadays. I'm talking the kind of gray that looks as if it were stripped off a dead sewer rat. Which totally fits right about now.

Straight across the street sits a vintage baby-blue car, its tires flat. Since I know nothing about cars, all I can think is how it reminds me of that scene from Back to the Future Part II when Marty is sneaking around the 1950s wearing a fedora.

I could sure use Doc Brown. And not because he's a genius. Truth is, I'm pretty sure I'm in a foreign country with no ID and zero cash, minus a phone. A flying car would be great. I'm sure Harry Potter and Ron Weasley would agree.

Mixing film references? Wow. Lack of sleep plus wormhole suction really makes a person insane.

I rise and shove my hands into my hoodie pockets, playing eeny meeny miny moe in my head before deciding to head upstream from the sewer grate. More tears threaten to expose themselves and I sniff them back, though the effort is halfhearted. I'm not the naive and fragile girl from what seems like a lifetime ago. I mean, I can walk through a flipping mirror, for Verity's sake.

But crying doesn't make me weak either. It makes me human. A human who is — I touch my throbbing face, then lower my hand — bleeding and disoriented without the slightest clue where the nearest US embassy might be. Why didn't I pay better attention in my foreign language class? Not that speaking Latin would help me now anyway — nor anyone in this century, for that matter.

I'm not even sure what language actually would help me. Italian? My surroundings feel very Little Italy to me, though much more authentic, and there are no buildings painted in the colors of the Italian flag.

Why does such a trivial detail from my life in the Third Reflection stand out, yet I can't recall major events from the past twenty-four hours?

All the more reason to keep moving.

A café with an outdoor patio waits ahead, naked rosebushes lining the sill of the shop's front window. I pause beside it, straining to make out the chatter between two cappuccino-sipping women. They whisper beneath their breaths, talking too fast and ... hmm ... buongiorno is definitely Italian. Score one for the queen of the Second.

Hurrying past, I continue up the street. Daylight recedes with each step, twilight pronouncing its grand entrance through tufts of cloud cover. Passersby are few and far between. Each person I cross unsettles my gut further. A heavyset man with shoulders hunched, a cigar hanging from his mustached mouth. An elderly woman speed walking, practically dragging along a little girl who can't be older than five. A couple with heads bent together, tones hushed, the man with one arm around his sweetheart.

No one notices me, and the realization injects an all-too-familiar feeling into my center. I shove it deep and walk faster. Why do I get the feeling these people are afraid? And not afraid of me or the mark I bear, because no one has even made eye contact. No, these people carry a tangible anxiety that's impossible to ignore. Even the air feels ominous, like the deadly fog rising after an epic battle scene in The Patriot or Wonder Woman.

Right arm cradled against my soaked middle, I cut across a main road. Eerie quiet settles in, sets me on edge. What time does the embassy close? Is it like a twenty-four-hour thing? Doubtful. Darkness will blanket the area soon, and then what?

Asking for help it is.

I choose the next person I near and touch a bony, pin-curled young woman on the arm.

Her pointy shoulders peak, then she glances over one with narrowed eyes. It's the exact look I'd expect her to bestow, especially considering the handful of anxious people I've witnessed thus far.

She's early twenties, dressed in a suit that would probably cost me a kidney, and the perfume wafting from her person makes me think of what liquid gold must smell like.

And me? I appear as if I just washed up from the sewer. Which is, ugh, accurate. I cringe inwardly, waiting for her to turn her probably plastic nose up at me.

But then her expression softens and her maroon-painted lips curve into a smile. "Oh my! Signorina, what on earth has happened to you?" English! Sigh. Her accent is thick and undeniably Italian. Familiar. In many ways like home.

A cringe dominates my insides again, but this time it's from my own stupid bias. By now I should've learned not to judge people based on appearances. My disheveled mien doesn't seem to faze her, let alone the mirrormark spiraling up the right side of my face like fraying scarlet threads. She sees me as human, equal. A rarity in this Reflection or the next.

I swallow and clear my throat, force myself to hold eye contact. She may not realize who she's speaking to — vessel of the Verity, queen of the Second — but I know who I am. Or I mostly know. "I was in an accident." That's a fairly true statement, right? Unless it ... wasn't an accident. "Can you tell me where —"

"Certainly, but first you come with me." She wraps an arm around my soggy shoulders as if it won't ruin her outfit. As if it's nothing.

Maybe there is some kindness left in the Third after all. At least, my intuition tells me it's the Third. Then again, this could be the Sixth or Seventh. For all I know I've died and gone to the First.

The woman ushers me down the stone-paved walkway, her lace-up ankle boots clack, clack, clacking in contrast to the squeaky shuffle of my Converse. We turn one corner, then another, heading deeper into what seems to be a residential area. Up one hill, then down the next. Level streets and curved streets and streets that end nowhere. How very New York. Not a stand-alone house in sight, but what the city lacks it makes up for in an overflow of historical architecture.

Some of the structures are built from old brick, while others are coated with peeling paint or yellowed stucco, all topped with Spanish tile roofing. Curving iron cages cover white-framed windows. Clotheslines droop between windows across the alley. An old woman with a kerchief swathing her hair beats a rug on a mini balcony. A wisp of gray looses and she tucks it back. Instantly I'm reminded of Reggie and my heart leaps. I've only known the old cook who helped raise Mom a short while. Surely my memory loss can't be as serious as it seems if I've retained even an ounce of my short-term recollections.

Right?

When we round another corner, my rescuer makes a sharp right and enters a building with a green door. My breath catches and something inside cracks. The Void's vessel has one brown eye and one green. The color of envy, jealousy, money, and any other corrupt thing you can think of.

I peek back at the door as it snaps closed. Anger rises with each step up the steep stairwell. Man, I hate that. I hate him. That much I remember. My reaction to the green door rings true to this, at least.

The woman withdraws a single key from her handbag. It's an old key, large and brass and artistic looking, a tattered red ribbon looped through its end. Like something you'd find in a souvenir shop but not intended for actual use. Reggie mentioned Mom found a key once, in the Second's castle.

"Never did learn which door it opened." Reggie shook her head and the story was forgotten.

Unimportant. Trivial, but also not. Because with each random detail that triggers a new memory, I'm one piece closer to a renewed mind.

My chaperone inserts the key into the lock. Jiggle, quarter turn, click. The door opens inwardly. A quaint one-room loft rests undisturbed across the threshold. It's full and bright and not at all what I'd expect to see on the inside of such a dilapidated old building. Everything is the color of eggshells, not white enough to be actual white, you know? Eggshell rafters, eggshell cabinets, eggshell gossamer curtains, eggshell bedposts. A window on the far end of the space allows a small breeze, the curtains billowing like an elegant gown on royalty.

"Sit, sit!" The woman gestures to a chair, which is of course also eggshell, and I obey. The familiar ping in the back of my mind, a.k.a. Mom's voice, doesn't call a warning, reminding me to proceed with caution, let alone not to go home with a stranger. The Verity settles cozily, grounding my trust. This woman is genuine. There's just something about her that assures me she means no harm.

She bustles about the loft, switching on antique lamps at every corner. Then she moves to the kitchen, pulling an eggshell teacup and saucer from a high cupboard. An eggshell teapot and tea tin from another. The tea tin is silver, standing out as a diamond in a quarry. A closer look informs me it's white tea, the words White Earl Grey engraved onto one side in fancy lettering. My cheeks perk. It's a sign, has to be. Earl Grey is Mom's favorite. The Verity warms my core, further infusing me with calm. I may be lost and confused, but I'm safe.

I smile and yawn, relaxing a smidge as the woman, who remains unnamed, prepares tea in silence. A folded newspaper rests on the round eggshell table before me. I pull the paper near and examine the front page. And that's when the first twinge of uncertainty rises. I glimpse my rescuer from beneath my eyelashes, take her in again. Noticing the distinct Agent Carter hairstyle sweeping the wavy strawberry locks off her face. The classic red of her lips. The style of her jacket and skirt. Even the laces of her vintage ankle boots stand out now.

I look down at the paper again. At the date printed there. The timeless voices of Doris Day, Frank Sinatra, Perry Como, and Bing Crosby bombard my brain all at once, their refrains meshing into unsettling noise rather than soothing ballads. This is much more complicated than I first realized. When I was transported through the wormhole, I knew I had no idea where I'd end up, which Reflection it would spit me into. I was not prepared, however, for this. I may not know exactly where I am, but I know when. And when is not then. I've been sent to a completely different decade. A different century, for that matter.

Even if I could find the US embassy or another Threshold and make my way back to the Second or Fourth or Fifth, what good would it do me?

Because it's February 7, 1945. And I have no clue how to get back.

CHAPTER 2

Ky

Again!" I heave. "Don't go soft on me now." My weapon arm supports my middle. Every muscle and bone aches. My head pounds, and if I had a shirt on it'd be drenched with sweat. It's been twenty-four hours since Em disappeared through the wormhole. Since then the pain hasn't stopped. Without her it won't. Without her love it's up to me to keep my mind about me — and my heart. My goals rush through my thoughts, racing to keep up with my raging adrenaline.

Find Em. Take her to the Fountain of Time in the Seventh. Change the past. Fix the present. Restore hope for the future.

It all seems too simple. My blade swipes the air. We're missing something, but what? I wipe my seeping brow with my forearm. Dahlia's been around longer than any of us. I trust her when she says we must go back in time if we're to destroy the Void and set things right in the here and now. My opponent grits his teeth but makes no move to charge again. Still, I've been around long enough to know this isn't a game ...

"I think we've had enough for one night, boy." Saul Preacher lowers his battle-ax and heads for the back door of Dahlia Moon's cottage. Over one shoulder he adds, "You know I enjoy a good sparring match, but I'm beat." He scratches his jaw where gray whiskers grow over claw-shaped scars. "We'll pick up where we left off next chance we get."

I straighten my spent body and narrow my dry eyes. The moonlight is hardly enough to illuminate my target, but I'm no amateur. "Think again," I call. Then I flick my mirrorglass blade directly at his shadowed back.

He whirls, all two hundred–plus pounds of him. He may be short and stout, but Preacher's not a man to be trifled with. Swift as a clipper ship he blocks my throw with the flat side of his ax. My knife pings the metal and clatters to the dirt.

Preacher snorts, then scratches his trimmed beard. "You'll have to do better than that, Kyaphus."

"One more hour." My skin itches so much it's maddening, the Void-filled veins pulsing against the surface. But I pin my arms to my sides. I will not let it change me. And that includes acknowledging the torture and agitation. "I need to stay strong if I'm going to keep the darkness at bay." He doesn't know there won't be a next time. No one does.

His right eye twitches. Do I detect a smirk fluffing his whiskers? "Fine. But be warned I'll not go easy on you. You may be bleeding before we're done." He snatches my knife and slides it across the sand toward me.

I grab it and wipe off the dust on my pant leg. "No problem." I flip the knife in my hand and crouch into a defensive stance. "I've always said blood is more a luxury than a necessity anyway."

He laughs at that, ax raised once more. Then he charges.

* * *

One hour quickly turns into two, then three. I won't relent and Preacher accommodates me nicely. A Guardian without a Calling, he's always had to compensate with the tough-guy act. At least that's what I've sensed. People try to hide from me, but I read them. I see them.

Just like I saw Em. And, eventually, she saw me too.

When I'm so out of breath I can't catch it, I finally agree to call it a night, or morning as the case may be. We head inside and Preacher commences snoring the second his head hits the cot, boots on and ax in hand. I roll my eyes and cross to the bedroom window, holding my blade up to reflect the waning moonlight. I'll never forget the day I obtained my mirrorglass blade. For some, a weapon is a trophy. For me, it's a hefty reminder of who I am and where I come from, of the person I will always aim to be.

But it isn't the light on the blue-silver knife that gains my attention. Instead, it's my own altered image. I haven't looked at myself since she left, couldn't bear to see what she saw that caused her such terror. But there it is. There I am. Blackened veins everywhere, clawing at my torso and creeping up my neck. Even my honey-colored hair has darkened, my eyes displaying subdued shades of their original colors. The gold flecks in my green eye have vanished, leaving a scum-like circle of puke in their place.

I smirk and roll my shoulders. What's the outside? The shell I'm stuck in? This doesn't define me. Never has, never will. As long as I serve the Verity, as long as I cling to love, nothing, not even the Void itself, can take me.

(Continues…)



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Unbreakable (Unblemished Trilogy #3) 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
Cynthia181 4 months ago
I received a copy of this book from The Fiction Guild, I was not required to give it a favorable review. This is the third book in the series and it makes you think back to the time was I was a teenager and the feelings that I had about both about myself and others around me at that age. I think young women go through so much with both the changes in themselves and those around them. I enjoyed this, I will share this with my teenage great niece like I did the two other books.
SavannaKaiser 7 months ago
After reading the first two books in this series, there was no way I was going to miss the third and final installment. I had to know the ending! Unbreakable picks up right where Unraveling left off and wasted no time in capturing my complete attention. This is one of those stories you can’t put down and you can’t guess what’s going to happen next. There is so much emotion and life within this book. Highs and lows. Lessons learned and love shared. It’s an epic journey for the characters and the readers alike. There were times I felt out of breath alongside them. So many twists, so many layers to the story. The settings are vivid and surprising. And the characters are so well-developed. I loved seeing their journeys intertwine, though I will confess there was a few times I got lost in all the connections. Blame that on my sleepy brain. I was up rather late reading this. If you enjoy young-adult novels with a bit of fantasy and adventure thrown in, be sure to check out this epic series. Be sure to start with book 1 and travel the entire journey. You’ll be so glad you did. I received a free copy from the publisher. No review, positive or otherwise, was required—all opinions are my own.
swimreadbreathe4JC 10 months ago
Unbreakable by Sara Ella is the third book in the Unblemished book series (following book 1, Unblemished, and book 2, Unraveling). This is a YA trilogy that garners praise from fellow YA Christian fantasy authors, Mary Weber and Krista McGee, who remark that Unblemished is “a breathtaking fantasy” (Weber) and that “Unblemished had me from the first chapter.” (McGee) Library Journal calls it “engaging and suspenseful” and RT Book Reviews says it is “a stunning journey”. The description of Unbreakable reads: Sara Ella masterfully takes readers to new worlds in the jaw-dropping finale to the Unblemished trilogy. With the fate of the Reflections at stake, Eliyana must destroy the Void . . . but at what cost? Eliyana Ember is a reluctant queen. As vessel of the Verity—the purest of souls—only she can lead the fight against the wicked magnetism of the Void. If she fails, the paths between Reflections will cease to exist, and those she loves will remain plagued by darkness. After falling through a draining Threshold and suffering near-death, Eliyana awakens to a Shadowalker-ridden Venice, Italy. From there, she must learn to navigate mysteries of time and space. Traveling across the seven Reflections, Eliyana seeks one thing: the demise of the Void. But something else is at stake—the fate of her heart. Kyaphus Rhyen and Joshua David, brothers in arms, duel to win her hand. Ky remains ensnared and tortured by the Void. Joshua, though well-meaning, harbors dark secrets. Meanwhile, Eliyana finds herself torn, her mind and memories leading her in one direction, but her heart pulling her toward a man she knows she shouldn’t trust. How can she discern whom to believe when she cannot even depend on her own fragmented memories? Traversing the realms of fantasy and reality through a labyrinth of plot twists, Unbreakable delivers a thrilling conclusion to Sara Ella’s Unblemished Trilogy. RT Book Reviews calls Unbreakable “an exquisite conclusion to the thrilling Unblemished trilogy…A feast of pop culture and literary references, masterful word building and heartfelt allegory, the entire series is not to be missed — and this last book ties it all together in stunning fashion.” I personally am not a huge YA fantasy fiction reader, but every once in a while I like to dive into a series in that genre. When it’s a series that has Christian themes woven throughout, even better! I love to see authors using the creative gifts God gave them for His glory. (And the covers in this series are just gorgeous!) Thank you to the Thomas Nelson and Zondervan Fiction Guild for providing me with a copy of this book. I received a copy of this book for free. I was not required to post a positive review and the views and opinions expressed are my own. *Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention/review it on my blog. I was not required to give a positive review, only my honest opinion – which I’ve done. All thoughts and opinions expressed are my own and I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.*
EpicFehlReader 10 months ago
Eliyana is now queen of the Second Reflection and vessel for The Verity. As such, she prepares herself and her kingdom for leading an attack against The Void. She survives a fall through a Threshold that nearly kills her (attempting to suck her life force out), awakening in Venice, Italy to find the place full of Shadowalkers. From Venice, Eliyana begins a journey that takes her across the Seven Reflections, gathering info on how to most successfully destroy The Void once and for all. During all this, Eli also goes through an unexpected physical alteration that leaves her quite shaken. Meanwhile, Ky is struggling with being periodically controlled / tortured by The Void while his brother Joshua David, still not quite right in the head after the events of Book 2, has developed the early stages of DID (once referred to as Split Personality Disorder). Honestly, this part of the book was a little hard to keep straight but I BELIEVE "David" was the good side while "Josh" was the evil one?! The chapters in this book, as in the earlier installments, alternate POVs between Eli, Josh and Ky and in Josh's chapters there's a lot of first person referencing "Josh" in third person. For real, compared to the first two books, this one was a massive headache to keep sorted out. Even the world building! While impressive in the first book, in this one it was more like a literary Christmas lights tangle. Just all over the place. A ton of info dumps. WAS. NOT. IMPRESSED. Also, AGAIN the reader is assaulted with pop culture references. Goodness, Miss Sara Ella does play to a certain demographic, and HARD. This was an issue I had with the second book and right off the bat in Book 3 I already hit the "hey, young millennial!" wall. Being of the millennial generation myself... for me, being so obvious felt a little desperate to sound relevant... which is generally not really required of a FANTASY novel. But I will say she does ease up on the habit SOME as you move along in this third book. Even so, it's noticeably grating for this reader. While I found the first book very unique and gripping, having now reached this conclusion novel I find much of the series to be a sort of YA / NA soap opera with mild, not always well plotted out fantasy elements. FTC Disclaimer: TNZ Fiction Guild kindly provided me with a complimentary copy of this book & requested that I check it out and share my thoughts. The opinions above are entirely my own.
bookstoregal 10 months ago
A lovely way to end a trilogy! This book has some very good themes in it, including love and forgiveness. This is definitely a book that keeps your attention!! I love Tide and Ebony, as well as Ky and El. I also love how everything turns out in the end, even though it may not be as hoped by some of the characters. On the negative side, I still don't like the shape shifting element-see my review of the first one for more on that. In my opinion, though, there are so few God-pleasing books for teens/young adults, that we should encourage Christian authors whenever possible. Thanks, Fiction Guild, for this copy of the book. The opinions stated above are entirely my own.
Cyn_Ayala23 11 months ago
Unbreakable brings Eliyana’s journey to a close as she seeks to find the answers and the end of the Void. Trapped and separated from the people she loves, El has traveled back in time, unwittingly, to a time and place so foreign to her. Moreover, while on her journey Josh’s nefarious plan is slowly working, erasing her memories of Ky and replacing Ky’s face with his own. However, everyone loves El, so everyone, including former enemies who are now comrades in arms, is in the search for her, leading the story to branch off into various POVs and incredible character growth. One of the best parts of the novel was the lack of lyrics. In the previous novel they were distracting, but in this novel, they are used sparingly, as with Unblemished. They do not distract the reader from the storyline or the scene and allow the story to focus on the characters and the story than their abilities. The characters begin to flourish in this novel, Ebony, in particular, goes through the most growth in her journey to discover her origins and her mother. She went from being selfish and self-hating, to compassionate and caring, learning to love herself. With a mother as cruel as the one she had, Ebony became something she hated, so the journey to love herself and learn something other than hate and loathing, to learn empathy and compassion was quite a riveting one. As for the other characters, they all have their challenges that they have to face. David/Josh and Ky have to face the challenge of battling their inner demons and the darkness inside them. Everyone has a little green monster inside them, even a little darkness, but it is tempering it, it is the refusal to fall into such dark temptations that lead people down a dark path of no return. They face their challenges head-on, and through that, grow. Ella showers the novel with character development, making the characters that much more vibrant and using them to drive the story forward instead of having the story drive them forward. There is one annoying thing regarding some of the characters, however: the names. The fact that some of the characters have multiple names is not only distracting; it is confusing. If someone does not re-read the previous two novels, there will be some level of confusion to who the characters are and what their relationship with one another is. Now, as far the as the story goes, there are times when the time travel gets’s a little confusing. Characters go from being here to there, and while that is an aspect of travel unique to this world, it is not always clear to the reader how a character got from point a to point b. Overall it is a strong story that functions much like a fairy tale, or, at the very least, has an ending like a fairy tale, offering readers a lesson in empathy and compassion, and showing readers that while darkness will always exist, it is not falling into it that keeps hope alive.
ARS8 11 months ago
I so wanted to love this book as much as I loved the others. But I didn't. The first two hundred pages or so were slow. The characters wandered aimlessly in circles. At the beginning of each chapter they would come up with a plan, the middle of the chapter would consist of them speaking with someone who doesn't relate to that plan, and the end of the chapter would consist of them either choosing not to go through with their plan or someone preventing it from happening. And this happens over and over and over. It drove me nuts. Not to mention that I was so confused. The last third of the book picked up a lot and that was when I started enjoying it. I loved the character development in this book. Especially Ebony's arch. But the romance was practically nonexistent. I don't mind the main character's romance being put on the back seat to make room for other characters and blooming relationships. But this romance wasn't put in the back seat. It was stuffed in the trunk. It barely existed; maybe there were fifty pages of actual romance. And I feel like after the ending of the last book, I needed more closure than just that. The plot twists though... those were on point. Whoa. I look forward to any books Ella will write in the future. I just hope that they're more like the first two books than this one. I received a copy of this book for free through the Fiction Guild. I was not required to post a positive review and the views and opinions expressed are my own.
DarqueDreamer More than 1 year ago
And the faerie tale has come to an end. This was certainly an interesting tale. It had it's ups and downs, but, for the most part, it was beautiful and unique. Unbreakable was elegant chaos. It had beauty, heartache, and struggle. Ella was able to tie in the history of Unblemished and Unraveling in such a way that it all came flowing back to me as I read the end of the trilogy. Though this book still had its problems, I found that I enjoyed it more than the first two. It had the same elegantly vivid writing style, but it felt like I got more of the story, and less of the love triangle. I really enjoyed the details in the world development and the faerie tale feel of the book. I got to know most of the characters a little bit better. I still never completely connected with any of them, but it was nice to have more development to drive the story. I really loved the twists with The Fairy Queen, and the ending, too. There were still a few times where I felt confused, and I never really enjoyed the pop culture references, but this was a quick read, and a nice ending. The entire series felt like it was inspired by different faerie tales, and the books were atmospheric and vivid. I'm glad I decided to finish the trilogy. It was magical and had so much originality to it, despite using a few old tropes. If you love a faerie tale like atmosphere with a power struggle between good and evil, you may enjoy this trilogy. The good definitely outweighed the bad for me, and I loved the development of the world and magic system. I also really loved the morality of the story teaching that people are never truly just good or evil, it is our choices that help guide us to one or the other. It was a beautiful story indeed. Thank you to FFBC and the publisher for sending me this free copy in exchange for my honest review, and as part of the blog tour.
JennGrand More than 1 year ago
As the finale to the Unblemished trilogy, Sara Ella completes the series with tons of fun twists, turns and unexpected plots. This was such a fun series, and one that I'll be sure to share with lots of friends.  Without giving away too many details, Eliyana Ember must destroy the Void, but she also must decide if the cost of doing so is worth it. Add to it 2 very different men vying for her heart, and Eliyana's life is full of big, paramount decisions. Especially when she falls through a Threshold and ends up in a Shadowalker-ridden Venice, Italy.  This book is full of fun adventure, and will take you on a journey that will excite you and make you not want to put the book down until the final page! (And even then, you'll probably wish the book wasn't over!) 
Bran-OneLastChapter More than 1 year ago
Though it may not seem like it, I enjoyed this third installment in the Unblemished series by Sara Ella. This series is a solid 3- Star likable series, but I wouldn’t list it in my top 50. The things that I didn’t like was the overly scripted descriptions of scenery and the characters thoughts. I feel like these were just added for fluff and not for substance. The second thing I didn’t care for was the overtly dramatic plot twists with the same character and how they always seem to get by unscathed. The third thing that didn’t like was the POV changes. I didn’t like that we were constantly in someone else’s train of thought and this aspect actually took away from the overall storyline. Also, I cannot stand the love triangle trope so this book seems to check off all of my categories of books with undesirable traits! The things that I did like was how everything did get wrapped up in the conclusion of the series and how the plotline message was delivered. Not everyone is entirely good or evil, it’s the choices we make that define us. The world building continued to be excellent and I liked that she added modern flare with references to things going on in our world today. Overall the story wasn’t horrible, and I would recommend finishing this trilogy if you’ve started reading the other two books. If you can stomach the cheesiness and tropefest that this series is as a whole, then you will enjoy it. I would recommend this book to people who like character growth and modern-day culture references added to the storyline to make it more believable. Thanks, Netgalley for allowing me access to read this story in exchange for an honest review all of the thoughts are my own and I have not been swayed by any outside party.
joyful334209 More than 1 year ago
Unbreakable Is a wonderful book of a few different worlds. In those worlds came different romances. It's a book full of characters and gifts eat very special at that period the book is the stereoscopic most suspenseful and full of twists and turns that you will so enjoy. I received a copy of this book from the Publisher and Netgalley - all of the opinions expressed in this review are all my own. If you would like to read more of my Christian book reviews go to christianlybookreviewers.blogspot.com
TheHobbitKhaleesi More than 1 year ago
HOLY COW, YOU GUYS!! I literally just finished this AH-MAZING conclusion to the Unblemished trilogy, and I. Can't. Even. It's so good! So many Broadway references. So many fairy tales. That ending though... ❤️ avoiding giving spoilers is hard guys. Anyways, it's got ALL. THE. FEELS. Read it!!! I received an advance copy for honest review.
Laura_Pol More than 1 year ago
Sometimes Happily Ever Afters end differently than you think. Case in point, Unbreakable. It truly is a bittersweet ending. Joyous in the way I wanted it to be, surprising in another, and a happy sad overall. Things really did come full circle. (Well, not quite everything because as always, this author knows how to throw in a huge plot twist time and time again.) I'm glad that time-travel was a thing in this story because I feel you really see a different side of everyone, especially with a few certain characters. Some good, some bad. It very strongly tied into a powerful message of choosing to "serve" the light every day, no matter what darkness may try and drag us down. Though I will confess I was slightly disappointed by the ending, it was also the perfect (and BEST if I might add) ending this series needed. Hope really bloomed off the pages and that love is powerful and beautiful. Overall, you'll find me trying to recover from all the feels of this series and it being "finished." If you love reading fantasy, I do recommend this series. It's a good one, though be prepared for your heart to twist and a few tears to be released. ;) *I received an ARC from the publisher. All thoughts expressed are my own.*