I cant exactly say anything about this book, since i didnt completely finnish, but the book started mid- action, so it was hard for me to comprehend the book. I picked up the book in a dollar store, I was like what the hell since it only cost a dollar. Maybe if I started from the first book it wo...
Quincie P. Morris, teen restaurateuse and neophyte vampire, is in the fight of her life -- or undeath. Even as she adjusts to her new appetites, she must clear her best friend and true love, the hybrid werewolf Kieren, of murder charges; thwart the apocalyptic ambitions of Bradley Sanguini, the s...
Had to redo this rating—gave it a 2. It was pretty weak (and kinda cheesy) especially the depiction of a 'heaven-waiting hotel' with monitor-coms *gag*. And smith was so heavy with the details! So annoying! "The bathroom had black & white tiles, a towel bar, 2 towels, toilet paper, a tp holder, s...
I love Cynthia Leitich Smith. I seriously tell her that often on FB. I even took a pic with my favorite Smith book, Blessed. I finally got a chance to read this short story and I loved it. It's obvious that she writes shorts stories just as effectively as she writes novels. I'm happy I decided to...
The art in this book was well done. The premise for this story was interesting, but the story itself turned a little predictable. The main reason for the lower rating is that, while I enjoyed the story, it seemed to skip ahead now and then. For instance, there was one point where it seemed the po...
Are you predator or prey? CLASSIFIED ADS: RESTAURANTSSANGUINI'S: A VERY RARE RESTAURANT IS HIRING A CHEF DE CUISINE. DINNERS ONLY.APPLY IN PERSON BETWEEN 2:00 AND 4:00 PM. Quincie Morris has never felt more alone. Her parents are dead, and her hybrid-werewolf first love is threatening to embark o...
Aimee says again. “I mean, your ex-boyfriend.” “I’m fine,” I repeat. I don’t know these people. I owe them because it’s my fault Yoshi’s here and Evan, too, and Darby in Fort Worth and even Peter, wherever he might be, and of course Aimee came on Yoshi’s account. But I don’t owe them the whole tr...
I squint through heavy eyelids, gazing for the first time at an ocean. I take in the white-crested waves, the epic blue.This is no time to lose myself in wonder — frantic hoofbeats close in from the nearby jungle. Groggy, I can’t begin to defend myself against whatever it might be. Alone on the b...
Better still after I get the body and head into plastic trash bags and onto a rolling metal cart from the supply room, throw up in one of the half baths on the first floor, and scrub my hands twenty times. I feel a hell of lot worse when I get off the service elevator in the basement. So this is ...
“Ow.” When I raise my head again, I’m surrounded by giant werejavelinas in mid-shift form — snouts, glazed beady eyes, a half dozen of them, male and female, closing in from all sides. “Hi, guys!” I say, pointing. “The Big Bad Werewolf went thataway.” That’s the thing about having a mind-control ...