The writing in this story was excellent as was the character development. Erica Hayes is clearly a very good writer and world builder. I particularly loved how it was in Melbourne everything always seems to be in America so i did like getting to read about an Australian city.The reason this only ...
The writing in this book was five stars, creative, interesting, it was amazing but just the strangest journey. I think I ruined this book for myself because I was waiting for something else and built this up in my head and just wasn't in the mood for fairies and strangeness that was presented to...
He kicked a stack of old laser viewscreens aside and I dropped the crate with a sigh, puffing loose strands from my face. “That where you want it?”“Good enough.” He put down his end and eyed me warily, wiping his dusty hands on his coat. I watched him back, awkward, wanting to bite my lip. He was...
“Rosa?”Her voice quivers. “Diamond, thank god. I didn’t know who else to call.”“Already seen this movie, petal. I’m bored. What you want?” But shame and stupid hope clench his fingers tight.“Ange is creeping me out. He stalks me. Watches me. It’s like a game to him. I’m hiding … . Shit, I’m scare...
The hell-spelled air boiled in fury. And twelve vampires screamed, flesh melting from bones.He exploded into action.Nine seconds to slash off their heads. Swift, precise, calculated to the last slice.He landed in a mess of blood. His fireball dissipated, eaten by furious hellspells. He whirled, t...
Stone, rough under her back. Appalling heat. Acrid smoke stung, watering her eyes. Flickering firelight dazzled her, and a horrid stink turned her stomach. Coughing, she started to rise. But chains yanked her wrists and ankles tight. Her heart skittered, and she looked down. Chained to a slab by ...
Glass slicked cool on my bare shoulder, my hair sticking like wet paper. Flashing lights cast me in bloodstained colors, blue and green and crimson, and my mirror-banshee stared at me with reproachful garnet eyes. Fresh scarlet bruises already turned blue on her delicate cheek. She looked gaunt, ...
Water splashed Morgan’s face. Glass shards stung. Dumbly, she wiped them off. The three zombies howled on the ground, clawing at their melting skin, which bubbled and spat like acid. Holy water. Thrown by a hand more blessed than hers. Luniel swooped low over the screaming zombies. The sigil burn...