The Doomsday Boxby Herbie Brennan The Doomsday Box By Herbie Brennan is a much much more interesting novel compared to The Shadow Project. The biggest reason that it is better than The Shadow Project is because the plot mainly revolves around time travel. The plot is about four teens trying to st...
Okay, I'm going to give my critique! I still am glassy-eyed from staying up *literally* all night to finish this book! When you cannot pry a book from your fingers, that means it's good, right? I certainly think so. - To be fair: This is a down-the-line sci-fi/fantasy, IMO. As someone who has ex...
Oh my gosh. Wow. Started at 7 - finished at 1:35. Review to follow...The phrase "not everything is as it seems" could be the slogan of this third installment! Even though the first book is called Faerie WARS, it seems to me that we are finally getting to the 'war' part in this book. Those Nighter...
In Herbie Brennan's sequel to Faerie Wars, all is not well in the Faerie Realm. In fact, it's not going very well in Henry's world either. He's been banned from Mr. Forgaty's house, and his younger sister Aisling is watching his every move. All he wants to do is return to Pyrgus's world so that h...
Faerie Lord (Faerie Wars Chronicles #04) [ Faerie Lord (Faerie Wars Chronicles #04) by Brennan, Herbie ( Author ) Hardcover Dec- 2007 ] Hardcover Dec- 26- 2007
As you do so, a small contingent of heavily armed men push their way arrogantly through the crowd in your direction. “It’s the Praetorians!” hisses a fat man on your right. “Somebody’s in trouble.” “Bet your life!” mutters his companion. “That’s the...
“Must make sure you have your shot when we get home,” Tom murmured, glancing at Charlotte, who was in the passenger seat beside him. “You should have one too,” he said over his shoulder to Em. “Get your mum to arrange it.” Em grunted. Personally, he thought the Nigerian Death Flu business was a l...
Opal was still panting, still gasping, still feeling the racing of her heart. Yet how could she gasp in an energy body that needed no air? How could she feel the racing of a heart that was safely tucked inside her chest nearly four thousand miles away? Farrakhan and the Skull were gone too. The o...
From somewhere distant you hear the old familiar voice of Zeus advise, “Don’t let my son lead you into evil ways!” Then another, rather jolly voice whispers, “Don’t listen to my father. You just stick with Baccus and you won’t go too far wrong. Or if you do, at least you’l...