Faefever by Karen Marie Moning
Series: Fever (#3)
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Mac’s quest for the Sinsar Dubh takes her into the mean, shape-shifting streets of Dublin, with a suspicious cop on her tail. Forced into a dangerous triangle of alliance with V’lane, an insatiable Fae prince of lethally erotic tastes, and Jericho Barrons, a man of primal desires and untold secrets, Mac is soon locked in a battle for her body, mind, and soul.
As All Hallows Eve approaches and the city descends into chaos, as a shocking truth about the Dark Book is uncovered, not even Mac can prevent a deadly race of immortals from shattering the walls between worlds with devastating consequences.
What is there to say about this book that hasn’t already been said? As much as I loved the first two in the series, this is the one that truly hits me every time I read it. It’s like reading book five in Harry Potter. You go from some darkness to a LOT of darkness.
Oh sure, the book starts off safe enough, but by the end of it…madness, chaos, pestilence, famine, war and death.
This is the book that truly gets most readers on Mac’s side. I’ve said before that I was always there, but reading this takes me beyond that every time, makes me want to hate-morph into the living, breathing embodiment of her vengeance, pick up her spear and stab everyone that so much as looks at her wrong.
She’s just so…alone.
It seems the only information she learns is that which she’s able to barter, beg, steal, or discover for herself. No one offers anything up freely in this world of powerful enemies. Everyone plays their hands too close to their chests, especially those that expect her loyalty and compliance. I don’t blame her one iota for not trusting anyone. I wouldn’t have either. How can you trust people that blatantly avoid telling you anything and then have the audacity to get mad at you for making a mistake because of the ignorant state they’ve willingly left you in?
Yet at the same time, I can’t really blame anyone else for the games they were playing. With Mac being pulled in so many directions, who’s to say where her loyalties lie? Especially when she doesn’t seem to know herself. Understanding the manner of their secrets as I now do, having already read the series several times, I get why they wouldn’t want to reveal them to her until they could be sure of her loyalty.
It’s a vicious cycle.
The first time I read this I found myself almost fully on V’lane’s side. He seemed to be the only one that was willing to help Mac. Barrons nearly gave me wrinkles around my eyes from how much he made me frown. Reading this for the umpteenth time, I feel…differently. Except about Rowena. Fuck that old bitch.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to pick myself up off the floor after an ending that leaves me reeling every time, make myself a drink, take a deep breath and press on to book four. Because we all remember what happens in the beginning of book four.