I feel like we need to talk about how wonderful not only these covers are, but how the titles are perfect. They embody the story and everything it contains. Yet they also give away nothing. Perfection.
Haunting. That is the perfect was to describe this book. Each page I was on my toes and when things finally came to fruit I was floored.
Sometimes a series just feels like it drags on, but with this novel it just never gets to that point. It keeps on getting better. The story, the characters, the world and the writing.
With each passing novel I fall more in love with the books and can't seem to turn away. This isn't one of those books that you get sick of either. This is a bottle of wine and a one night read.
The characters that are brought into this book? Perfect. Hands down.
Cold, fine drops of rain fall softly on my cheeks as I emerge from the darkness of the ship's interior to the gray, overcast sky of the main deck. Pulling my dark pea coat tighter to my body, the wind lifts red tendrils of my hair. I walk slowly to the railing overlooking the water.
I catch my first sight of the Irish coastline; its craggy landscape makes me shiver in dread. I find it difficult to imagine now how the Gancanagh had made this their home for so long without anyone realizing it. The cold, moss-covered edifices practically scream their presence. As I study the shadows between the falling-down stone, I imagine creeping shapes of undead Faeries grasping the rock, waiting for our ship to draw nearer to their position.
Tipping my face up, I let the rain wash over me. It bathes away the frigid sweat of fear that has broken on my brow. "You don't know how fiercely beautiful you are, do you?" A quiet voice behind me asks, causing me to stiffen and fix my eyes on the rocks along the shoreline.