A perfect mixture of lust, betrayal, deceit, chaos and love are encased in one enthralling sequel by Australian author James Moloney. A young girl named Silvermay travels with a man named Tamlyn despite what he is- a race of wizards who prey and live of fear and venerability. It was drilled into ...
I decided to read this book because another student in my class recommended it. This novel is a very dramatic, tension filled and hopeless type of novel which is why I only rated it three stars. Im more into thrillers not sad and soppy things... Anyway, a character that stood out for me in this n...
I decided to read this novel because it was recommended to me by the school library. This novel is set in Sydney, Australia. I liked this novel because usually the books I read are set in Maine, Bangor, New Hampshire or generally the UK. It was a different book and I understood it better because ...
This book had a great start, and i just cannot stop awwing over lucien and Silvermay, their relationship was soo freaking adorable!!!And then around the middle of the book it started going downhill.. Lucien becomes fourteen What?!?! and then suddenly he has a serious crush on silvermay who is lik...
The newest boy at Mrs. Timmins's Home for Orphans and Foundlings awakes at first light with no name and no memory. But a strange girl who hides among the shadows of the orphanage tells him that a mysterious wizard's creation, the Book of Lies, holds the answers, and then gives him one clue: "Your...
A .22 calibre rifle is found in Luke Aldridges' school locker. Luke then joins his father on a forbidden hunting trip and discovers guns and killing are not quite as he expected.
Hunting must have been a welcome relief from the story told on the walls of that chamber. Ryall appeared first, a pole over his arm with a pair of rabbits hanging by their ears from each end. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it,’ he called to me gleefully while still a good way off. ‘He can hit a r...
Then, as though taking their cue from the screeching women in the supermarket, anti’s began to turn up. Some were no more than rants in four-letter words, but a few simply warned we were being too soft on Mahmoud. Again, I carefully pointed out where rumour had hardened into fact, working like a ...
During one of those visits, I took myself on a private tour of the city’s sights, not the Rocks and Hyde Park Barracks but in pursuit of my own history, and so I know that the old pub Dad and I stayed in is still serving beer to retired wharfies in singlets and tattered shorts. Maybe they’re wait...