“When you fall in love, you will carve out your heart and throw it into the deepest ocean. You will be all in—blood and salt.”
These are the last words Ash Larkin hears before her mother returns to the spiritual commune she escaped long ago. But when Ash follows her to Quivira, Kansas, something sinister and ancient waits among the rustling cornstalks of this village lost to time.
Ash is plagued by memories of her ancestor, Katia, which harken back to the town’s history of unrequited love and murder, alchemy and immortality. Charming traditions soon give way to a string of gruesome deaths, and Ash feels drawn to Dane, a forbidden boy with secrets of his own.
As the community prepares for a ceremony five hundred years in the making, Ash must fight not only to save her mother, but herself—and discover the truth about Quivira before it’s too late. Before she’s all in—blood and salt.
“What’s a wreathing ceremony?” I asked as my brother lagged behind with the bags.
“It’s very special.” Beth led us along the lakeshore. “It only happens once every seventeen years. A week before the ritual, the chosen daughter from the Larkin bloodline picks a boy from the Mendoza bloodline to walk the corn with on the summer solstice. Your bloodlines have been specifically bred for each other. For this occasion. It’s so romantic.
If by “Children of the Corn meets Romeo and Juliet” you meanlots and lots of actual corn and a love triangle without being the least bit frightful, then sure, this book is just like Children of the Corn meets Romeo and Juliet!!!
Ashlyn and her twin brother Rhys are just normal teenagers livin’ in the big city, except for the fact that Ash sometimes sees a dead girl, and their mom…well.
“Did Mom seem weird to you?”
Rhys shook his head and laughed. “I don’t even know how to answer that.”
I scanned the crowd. “Weirder than usual.”
“Other than the fact she believes she’s part of an invisible cult where our five-hundred-year-old ancestor is performing corn rituals and Coronado from my eighth-grade history class is terrorizing the world in an attempt to keep his immortality . . . not really.”
…Yeah. All’s well and good until Mommie Dearest starts spouting weird shit and then lo and behold, disappears. Ash has a vision of a weird ass woman who appears out of nowhere and tells them that their mom has disappeared to Kansas and into all the corn, so all they have to do is go to Kansas and find her.
So these two teenaged siblings go off to Kansas to find their mom based on Ash’s vision. Sure, why not. Why the fuck not?
In Kansas, they encounter corn. Lots of lots of corn.
I pulled over into a makeshift lot full of old rusted-out cars.
Beyond that stretched nothing but corn. Miles and miles of corn.
And I really hope you like corn, because there’s oh-so-much of it. This book is less…
So the siblings get to a crazy ass cult commune, and as it turned out, Ash is different. Special. The CHOSEN ONE.SUCH A THING HAS NEVER OCCURRED BEFORE IN THE HISTORY OF YOUNG ADULT FICTION!!!!!!!
“I’ve seen conduits do incredible things when they’re in their ancestors’ memories—terrible things, too. And you’re the first conduit born into the Larkin bloodline. Who knows what you’re capable of.”
And like every good cult, nobody gets to choose their own life partner, so Ash gets paired off with this handsome gorgeous Thor-looking goldren bronzed piece of man-muscle. Except that his golden beauty doesn’t do anything for her, for you see, Ash is attracted to the one boy she can’t have instead *sigh* That love triangle is meant to be theRomeo and Juliet thing, I presume. So naturally, because her mother is still missing, Ash has to do everything she can to focus on her mom’s disappearance.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Dane. Sweat and dirt never looked so good.
Really, her beloved mom is gone. Her mom, who has sacrificed so much for Ash and Rhys. She who escaped the commune before both were born. Looking for her mom is of the utmost importance.
His smile was so warm, so perfect, that for a tiny moment, I forgot all my problems. I wondered if anyone else obsessed over that tiny dimple on his right cheek.
Really. This is SRS BSNS!!!!!!!!
Something bubbled up inside of me—stronger than courage; the feeling was almost predatory. I wanted him. I couldn’t stop staring at his mouth. I would’ve said anything, done anything, been whatever he wanted me to be at that moment just to feel his lips against mine.
For a book that started with the vision of a dead girl, this book wasn’t the least bit scary. There was corn, corn, more corn, cult people who aren’t scary so much as they are ass-backward old-fashioned farm hicks. There was a shit ton of romance, and I guess there it did the job, because for some people, there’s nothing scarier in a book than a love triangle.