Bloodfever by Karen Marie Moning
Series: Fever (#2)
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
I used to be your average, everyday girl but all that changed one night in Dublin when I saw my first Fae, and got dragged into a world of deadly immortals and ancient secrets. . . .
In her fight to stay alive, MacKayla must find the Sinsar Dubh—a million-year-old book of the blackest magic imaginable, which holds the key to power over the worlds of both the Fae and Man. Pursued by assassins, surrounded by mysterious figures she knows she can’t trust, Mac finds herself torn between two deadly and powerful men: V’lane, the immortal Fae Prince, and Jericho Barrons, a man as irresistible as he is dangerous.
For centuries the shadowy realm of the Fae has coexisted with that of humans. Now the walls between the two are coming down, and Mac is the only thing that stands between them.
WARNING: Every quote in this review is a spoiler or a mindfuck.
UN-WARNING: If you haven’t read the entire series, you won’t understand a single one and nothing will be spoiled for you.
“Barrons has something the rest of us don’t have…there’s something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn’t want to. It likes it there.”
“Far beneath me, in the marrow of the ground, something bayed.”
I nodded. “You?” He didn’t sound Irish.
“Little of this, little of that. Nothing special.” He smiled and winked. Dreamy eyes, long dark lashes.
“Alina was wearing this yellow skirt and sweater set, and you were dressed from head to toe in pink, Mac, with a little rainbow ribbon tied around a blond wisp of your hair.”
“If I was a minnow and they were sharks, he (Barrons) was one of those yet undiscovered fish that lurk in the deepest, darkest reaches of the ocean where sunlight and man never go.”
“Never believe anything’s dead until you’ve burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited a day or two to see if anything rises from them.”
“He’s dying, you know.” – Mac
“Good for him.” – Barrons
“I played volleyball with my sister. We drank Coronas in the sun.”
“…we’d paid a terrible price…it had been our greatest shame…we’d made ourselves forget.”
“I used to have a recurring nightmare when I was a child. A dream of four distinct, subtly varied tastes…I tasted one of the vile ones now…regret.”