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Anything about romance.SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.comBlogger1000125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-87320800241965273112021-03-30T13:12:00.002-07:002021-03-30T13:12:55.586-07:00N5SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-48301710836746465412021-02-28T22:57:00.002-08:002021-02-28T22:57:38.071-08:00N4SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-62470954242549205442021-02-27T04:40:00.005-08:002021-02-27T04:40:52.048-08:00Ν3SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-55000807860078176332021-02-27T04:40:00.002-08:002021-02-27T04:40:16.030-08:00Ν2SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-42557734833629177072021-02-27T04:39:00.002-08:002021-02-27T04:39:48.751-08:00Ν1SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-16491842528013769952021-01-29T05:14:00.006-08:002021-01-29T05:14:32.613-08:00Allison Shatters the Looking-Glass (Harem of Hearts #3) by C.M. Stunich<h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Allison Shatters the Looking-Glass (Harem of Hearts #3) by C.M. Stunich</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h1><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">I'm so fucking scared right now.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">No, not just scared—I'm terrified.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">And if you're reading this, you should be, too.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I fell through the Looking-Glass; I got back home.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">But get this: I didn't come alone. Oh, and it doesn't feel like home anymore.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Unlike Alice in the original story, this is not my Wonderland.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">In the original story, the Walrus and the Carpenter didn't follow Alice back.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">In that story, she didn't bring her harem of lovers with her to meet Dad.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Mom, Dad, meet my nine boyfriends; one of them's a faerie who foretells the future—is that what I'm supposed to say?</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Back in Underland, things are even worse.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Betrayal, heartbreak, and death … that's all that's waiting for us in Castle Heart.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I'm "the Alice", bringer of prophecy, and I'm starting to fall for all nine men in my life.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">So, can I stop the chaos that's rolling in on black wings?</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">If you're reading this, can you help me, please?</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Save the world, get the guys, and give me my happy ending.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;">The end of the story.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;">One major plus of these books are their strange and eye-catching bookcovers.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLfZL1rNOmpLtbu0BnppWK2qtxwkBuIoZGGkKSrQgFnereUHLRKB6WibsWUFPIP22sVFAr7cC6Er-PDr6v59kihhEU2VG9wEJxSk1nK5Y2gF7x80FNy1N2MzxcO6kdPcKobk03hNtP2Q//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><img alt="" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="313" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLfZL1rNOmpLtbu0BnppWK2qtxwkBuIoZGGkKSrQgFnereUHLRKB6WibsWUFPIP22sVFAr7cC6Er-PDr6v59kihhEU2VG9wEJxSk1nK5Y2gF7x80FNy1N2MzxcO6kdPcKobk03hNtP2Q/w421-h640/image.png" width="421" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /> </span><p></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-30982340582888675202021-01-29T05:11:00.001-08:002021-01-29T05:11:05.582-08:00 Allison and the Torrid Tea Party (Harem of Hearts #2) by C.M. Stunich<h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Allison and the Torrid Tea Party (Harem of Hearts #2) by C.M. Stunich</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h1><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Holy fucking hearts.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Did you just read that?!</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">If you did, I need your advice.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I met fallen angel princes; I met a Savage Duke; I met a Cheshire Cat.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">And remember—how could you possibly forget—I'm the fabled Alice from the prophecy.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Just a twisted, dark version of the girl in Lewis Carroll's old books.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Except in those books, there was a happy ending.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">In those books, Alice wasn't dating nine very different, very beautiful men.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">But now that I've met the King of Hearts and the Mad Hatter, I'm not sure who the real bad guys are.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I'm the only one who can turn Underland back into Wonderland again.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">But if I have a chance to escape the blood, the death, and the intrigue in this place, should I take it?</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I'm Allison Liddell, and I've got a choice to make: stay here and fight the darkness, defeat the Anti-Alice, and survive the Torrid Tea Party ... or run.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Tweedledee says I can change the world.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">So if you're reading this, will you help me decide what I should do?</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I want to go home, but I can't leave this place as broken as I found it, now can I?</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><i style="font-size: 14px;">"My Queen of Hearts," the King says, and there's this break in his voice that tells me all I need to know. I was right: I bruised his ego. He fucking wants me, doesn't he? "I told you that you were meant to be mine."<br />He takes off down the hall before I can figure out a retort.<br />Doesn't matter anyway, because all I can think to say is: no, you were meant to be mine.</i><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Allison will finally meet the crazy King.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><i style="font-size: 14px;">"Did the king order you beheaded?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. I've read the book; I've seen the movie. Isn't that what the Queen of Hearts always says? Off with their heads?<br />"He said it, but he doesn't mean it," Tee growls as Dee wheels in a cart and heels the door closed with his boot. "He likes our pain and suffering too much to end it."</i><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Still she tries to save the Underland because of the Prophecy.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Still she has loyal men who follow.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Still she is not sure who to trust.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Still she organizes mad tea parties.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Still she is thinking of going back through the Looking-Glass and forget about Underland.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Her all-male harem so far includes:</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Dee and Tee the angel princes,</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The Red King,</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The Cheshire Cat,</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The White Rabbit,</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The March Hare,</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The Mad Hatter,</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The Caterpillar,</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The Duke of Northumbria.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">All of them have special powers and some of them can transform. To be honest I was sometimes lost with all these characters.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">And everything is weird and weirder than the first book which I think that I liked more because it was based on an original idea.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">In Allison and the Torrid Tea Party everything and everyone are weird for the shake of being weird without making much sense. That is the reason it took me almost one month to finish the book.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14px;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMMan9wVya4swnu3anPWAfMjsQq84GUsz9q-oN5XgsULJqPFr8uiP13zXcqGn-wdkZK6IgsNbC2AoQMVZiGvul377uHbKFOFWdtCPACKF-f4w9ReKF9rZX1GR4m_lBzG6dcHNUZgaoSA/s475/42244293._SY475_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="313" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMMan9wVya4swnu3anPWAfMjsQq84GUsz9q-oN5XgsULJqPFr8uiP13zXcqGn-wdkZK6IgsNbC2AoQMVZiGvul377uHbKFOFWdtCPACKF-f4w9ReKF9rZX1GR4m_lBzG6dcHNUZgaoSA/w422-h640/42244293._SY475_.jpg" width="422" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><br /><p></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-20394297225985375452021-01-29T05:03:00.008-08:002021-01-29T05:03:46.554-08:00Alison's Adventures in Underland (Harem of Hearts #1) by C.M. Stunich <h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Alison's Adventures in Underland (Harem of Hearts #1) by C.M. Stunich </span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">SUMMARY </span></span></h1><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Um. Um. Um.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Are you reading this?</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">If you are, I need your help.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I was at a party; I was running; I fell.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">And get this—this is the part you'll never believe—I fell down a rabbit hole.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Like Alice in those old books.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Except in those books, there wasn't blood everywhere.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">In those books, the characters weren't all male, attractive, and interested in me.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Forget everything you know about the Mad Hatter, the White Rabbit, the March Hare …</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">This isn't Wonderland; this is Underland.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Violence, sex, drugs, and magic … that's all there is in this place.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">There's me, Allison, and there are the men that want me, the enemies that hunt me, and the darkness that's quickly rolling in.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">And only I can stop it.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">So if you're reading this, will you help me?</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Please. I just want to escape this place and go … home.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><blockquote><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;">The sea was wet as wet could be,<br />The sands were dry as dry.<br />You could not see a cloud because<br />No cloud was in the sky.<br />No birds were flying overhead -<br />There were no birds to fly.</span></blockquote><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><i style="font-size: 14px;"><b></b></i><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Hahaha...Okay this is supposed to be a prophecy.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Well, if you love Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, good for you! But this book is only making fun of Alice in Wonderland!</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">There is Allison-who-isn't-Alice and after she witnesses the cold-hearted murder of one her classmates and she get splattered with his blood during a party; she will follow his murderer who has tattoes and bunny ears. Then she will fall inside a large and suspicious hole and she will land in the Underland which is full of half naked gorgeous male creatures/monsters.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Allison will basically salivate for every male she meets including</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">the twins Tee and Dee (aka Drink Me and Eat Me),</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Rab (aka White Rabbit),</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Lar (aka the Caterpillar),</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">North (aka the Duke of Northumbria) and</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Chesh (aka the Cheshire Cat).</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">On her way to meet the King of Hearts, she will drink spiked tea, travel with pirates and eat soup made from giant birds.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Allison has a tragic past. Basically she has the time of her life and she is not sure if she wants to go back home.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">This is a very naughty book! Very humorous, very interesting, very different!</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I am looking forward to next book in the series. I have a feeling that King of Hearts is not that bad. We will see...</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14px;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhHKdObGqHjbvE-keU2RrZ1ynsNtMphB3NLsB645qtcWy_ro5YAqyKbyejBS-qiAynOR1ItxXiVen_2ONYPmU-47XJZoiQzzvs6F9cTzF6uBHkLU3YGEjTgIXplRj9w5PsvmI06eFMWA//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><img alt="" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="313" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhHKdObGqHjbvE-keU2RrZ1ynsNtMphB3NLsB645qtcWy_ro5YAqyKbyejBS-qiAynOR1ItxXiVen_2ONYPmU-47XJZoiQzzvs6F9cTzF6uBHkLU3YGEjTgIXplRj9w5PsvmI06eFMWA/w421-h640/image.png" width="421" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><br /><p></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-33644205312618164322021-01-27T00:53:00.004-08:002021-01-27T00:53:48.403-08:00January 2021 - Belated wishes! - C.M. Stunich and Allison's Adventures ;)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWh21UZQKav65lXoBMGuw_ep52SBC6Gqw90Ec9dhOZom1eUPjB74lk-bCbhWgzZNpbHoDLEtKpk4O4NRqmRSZNsU41O9Hh1bvuDfk8GU2_db8g1uM8qYdoSdwnMWx-9OntTgva7R9DyU0/s500/image_1932685_20151223_ob_974727_animated-ecards-443b5a96-b.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="500" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWh21UZQKav65lXoBMGuw_ep52SBC6Gqw90Ec9dhOZom1eUPjB74lk-bCbhWgzZNpbHoDLEtKpk4O4NRqmRSZNsU41O9Hh1bvuDfk8GU2_db8g1uM8qYdoSdwnMWx-9OntTgva7R9DyU0/w640-h512/image_1932685_20151223_ob_974727_animated-ecards-443b5a96-b.gif" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1CxaM_vFcSbxksY8tTN2LxJomg-3FTWlulo00ZAUGZWHL8uRPR5OI71Dh8D5G4XPzbFdXmpsgwjmtzg5HYW-wq-PSTPKEa7EMY6JeOmAZVdLVWt5qD-lUBvk1lqdIfH3evHMMOf1SGU/s550/341536.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="550" height="582" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1CxaM_vFcSbxksY8tTN2LxJomg-3FTWlulo00ZAUGZWHL8uRPR5OI71Dh8D5G4XPzbFdXmpsgwjmtzg5HYW-wq-PSTPKEa7EMY6JeOmAZVdLVWt5qD-lUBvk1lqdIfH3evHMMOf1SGU/w640-h582/341536.gif" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I believe I still haven't introduced C.M. Stunich to you.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Let me -</span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">these last few days of January- </span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">present one of her fairy-tales series for grown ups :</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMdJP4pIAE7N2tO218-NeQa_sb43HDC1sTDrI7MuppUekCVoRqD4nbyueGfxJJFvvVbHeVQh3urOtl9TruF5pxa5NLZ4qP7bZTGlGN68K6aNTswYhL9cVs1orvUuGE4qMnF4hu5DMMya0/s475/35851965._SY475_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="311" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMdJP4pIAE7N2tO218-NeQa_sb43HDC1sTDrI7MuppUekCVoRqD4nbyueGfxJJFvvVbHeVQh3urOtl9TruF5pxa5NLZ4qP7bZTGlGN68K6aNTswYhL9cVs1orvUuGE4qMnF4hu5DMMya0/w420-h640/35851965._SY475_.jpg" width="420" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><br /><p></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-20794176370541184902020-12-30T10:00:00.007-08:002021-01-27T00:26:07.474-08:00 Ashes and Metal (Cyborg Shifters, #5) by Naomi Lucas<h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ashes and Metal by Naomi Lucas</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h1><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">No one messed with Gunner. No one.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">He was the Jackal, living chaos, the infamous Cyborg banned from civilized society. He was also the only Monster Hunter for the EPED who took the hard jobs, the under-the-table work. Jobs that often left a trail of blood and bones in their wake. When a pirate commandeers his ship, Gunner takes it upon himself to exact a revenge that will ignite a wildfire of rage, death, and torment upon those who made the mistake of taking what was rightfully his.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Elodie has spent most of her life pretending to be a boy to remain alongside her father in space. He’s the only family she has left. When the ship they worked on is attacked, she’s taken prisoner. Every day, she feared that her secret would be discovered—that she’s a woman alone amongst men. When a strange man is dragged into the cell next to hers, she realizes she was living on borrowed time.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">He stared at her as if he knew her secret…</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Gunner is half cyborg- half jackal shifter. He happily works for Earthian Planetary Exploration Division collecting monsters from several planets of the universe. He also has a great ship and a few great female sexbots who satisfy his needs and help him operate his ship.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">When Gunner is attacked by pirates, his ship is stolen by them and he ends up as a prisoner of them; he can think only of revenge and how he can get his property back. Because nobody NOBODY is allowed to touch what belongs to Gunner.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">At the next cell, a young man is also held prisoner. He is lonely and he never talks to anybody. Something is strange about him. He looks like a man, he behaves like a man, but Gunner's inner jackal insists that he is a woman. Unfortunately he is so dirty and Gunner can not have a good snif of him/her in order to decide what he/she is.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Space is not a safe place for women. Thus, Elodie has spent most of her life pretending that she is a man. Her father convinced her that this was the best thing if she wanted to stay and work with him in space.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Now her father and her are prisoners of the pirates. And there is this strange, huge man at the next cell with the gun tattoos on his face that keeps talking to her and never leaves her alone. Obviously everybody have been sure that Elodie is a guy...then why Gunner treat her like a girl sometimes?</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">This is my favourite book of the series so far! I think it is the longest and the most complete story. And I am sure it can be read as a standalone if you want to try the series. It has everything: space, pirates, cyborgs, shifters, sexy times, bloody times, humour, fake ids (by the way I love stories when a person pretends to be a different gender) and of course space battles!</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOd3M3miKmLud5S_k1Gs6F0UDR_D2QOFWRD3FcBNWshdTfq0ZMLDH180Na3806oFlxrMaHOU2-KYUAb3iXgyFHJrS8R7uCo8SoIaR5gW4Iwp7oFUZ2G8STbIcCXzpsI2S7ZCOeAencW0U/s475/40041820._SY475_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOd3M3miKmLud5S_k1Gs6F0UDR_D2QOFWRD3FcBNWshdTfq0ZMLDH180Na3806oFlxrMaHOU2-KYUAb3iXgyFHJrS8R7uCo8SoIaR5gW4Iwp7oFUZ2G8STbIcCXzpsI2S7ZCOeAencW0U/w426-h640/40041820._SY475_.jpg" width="426" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-71839557445765347302020-12-30T10:00:00.006-08:002021-01-27T00:22:31.867-08:00 Mutt (Cyborg Shifters #4) by Naomi Lucas<h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mutt by Naomi Lucas</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h1><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">BEWARE OF DOG</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Clara was confused when she encountered the sign outside the Cyborg breeding facility. She wanted a child and nothing would stand in her way. But she didn’t heed the sign’s warning—she had more important things on her mind—and once she understood, it was too late. Her heart was already on the line.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Reid was the ultimate protector, the perfect bodyguard, his loyalty embedded in his DNA. The animal his creators chose for him was a favorite, a downright blessing, and an ongoing nightmare. He found the perfect reprieve after the Great Galactic War: Division Head of the last Cyborg breeding facility on Earth. The empty halls offered more than silence—they offered him sanctuary.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Territory.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">When a woman walked through his door, begged to join the program, and wouldn’t take no for an answer, her delicate features and desperation awakened a behavior that had long lain dormant—his need to claim.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span></p><table border="0" cellspacing="1" class="myActivity" style="font-size: 12px; table-layout: fixed; width: 100%px;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="2" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="readable reviewText" style="background-color: #660000; line-height: 21px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;">This book is slightly different to the other books of the series so far. The action does not happen on a spaceship or on an alien planet. The story takes place on Earth which apparently is not a friendly place anymore - especially if you are a lonely woman who tries to get pregnant with any way possible and she is chased by her psycho ex.<br /><br />Reid is a cyborg and a shifter (maybe the last cyborg on earth as sometimes he jokes). He is also the Head of the last Cyborg breeding facility on Earth. A facility which it has only one doctor, himself. And 0% success in breeding.<br /><br />When Clara appears asking to be bread with Cyborg DNA, Reid realises that she mainly wants a place to hide. So he does what he knows best. He tries to throw her out and discourages her from coming back. Reid has survived alone for so many decades and although his natural instincts urge him to form a pack, he continuously denies his true nature.<br /><br />But apparently he will like Clara and he will want to protect her and when she finally convinces him to experiment with her, he will only wish to give her his own DNA.<br /><br />This is a very interesting story and moreover lots of the characters from the previous books will appear. It is time for a few cyborg mates to have babies :)<br /><br />I think the fourth story of the Cyborg-shifter universe has made the series stronger and I can easily predict many many books to come.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJjV60XEpsgBq-L9rj8BeafzjCqGIu4y4kH_0Jm_mpBdr4cKZTnf5dEcVo2FMEgwkUk4enCyindR6r3h5wOBLWZ8RD73fWXn0pHIBqJ62Y4CaHcU28OyD_NueXCZZU1JYgkwZPWo-86A//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJjV60XEpsgBq-L9rj8BeafzjCqGIu4y4kH_0Jm_mpBdr4cKZTnf5dEcVo2FMEgwkUk4enCyindR6r3h5wOBLWZ8RD73fWXn0pHIBqJ62Y4CaHcU28OyD_NueXCZZU1JYgkwZPWo-86A/w427-h640/image.png" width="427" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-78516404259582274232020-12-29T07:41:00.011-08:002020-12-29T07:42:25.818-08:00 Shark Bite (Cyborg Shifters #3) by Naomi Lucas<h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;">Shark Bite by Naomi Lucas</span></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h1><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Netto was a Cyborg, a protector, and a contracted mercenary. His specialty was the water: shallows, salt water, and open oceans across the universe. He was also a freak forged from the DNA of a bull shark—blue-grey skin, a body built with power, and a double-set of razor-sharp teeth. His nomadic lifestyle came to a halt when his old employer, the Earthian Planetary Exploration Division, offered him his old job back.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Rylie was born and raised on the planet Kepler, on an agri-lot that farmed jewels from the sea. But something was happening to her family’s lots and people were disappearing.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">When a giant Cyborg showed up at her settlement and struck a deal with her father, she was forced to follow the stranger out onto the water, into the dangers of the alien deep, and far beyond the sight of land.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">She feared the Cyborg.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">She feared his teeth.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">But she feared the monsters in the water more.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Netto is a cyborg and half shark and he is perfect in giving solutions in aquatic environment even in strange planet in deep space. During one of his missions at planet Kepler, he will meet Rylie. Rylie was born and raised at Kepler. She comes from a family of farmers who farm jewels from the sea.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Unfortunately recently lots of farmers have gone missing, their ships are being destroyed and weird huge monsters have been roaming the seas. Netto had been there when the safe enviroment for the farmers had been created many many years ago and the boarders between the peaceful sea and the unknown sea had been set. Combined with the fact that Netto can transform into a shark and swim deeply into the sea without any problems, he is basically the most suitable candidate to discover what is the problem with the sea of this planet.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Although cyborgs are treated like heroes in the farming community and their help is welcome, Rylie is not comfortable with Netto in the beginning. Maybe because she prefers being alone and maybe because he is huge with sharp teeth and maybe because he does not talk much and he looks at her like he wants to eat her. And maybe he wants to eat for real.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I love stories with cyborgs and shifters and this series is awesome, but honestly I was not feeling comfortable when I was reading this story. I am not sure that I like shark shifters -especially when they half shift when they have sex hahaha. My god, those teeth....</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Moreover I was very concerned about his size and the damage he could create to poor virgin Rylie. Not a happy thought...</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Other than that, it was a very imaginative story and it is also the beginning of the story for Zeph, the half cyborg/half salt water crocodile who is also Netto’s friend and Janet, the slut/man-eater/selfish bitch who is also Rylie's sister.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14px;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPC2EP_331qanpZS12Goil7Lvl2re8RfNCuDY8auiVDErG-0Hsq72pUhsldBRjcdO_9se6Mgc_vucd14LCfnt9NmMQUofdjLMIPHqhu7jADmt-l0Idhlb4-t8w94hM7T_9MiDz7dJdITA/s475/36329676._SY475_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPC2EP_331qanpZS12Goil7Lvl2re8RfNCuDY8auiVDErG-0Hsq72pUhsldBRjcdO_9se6Mgc_vucd14LCfnt9NmMQUofdjLMIPHqhu7jADmt-l0Idhlb4-t8w94hM7T_9MiDz7dJdITA/w426-h640/36329676._SY475_.jpg" width="426" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><br /><p></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-34795788529261672432020-12-29T07:38:00.000-08:002020-12-29T07:38:07.670-08:00Storm Surge (Cyborg Shifters #2) by Naomi Lucas<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;">Storm Surge by Naomi Lucas</span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h2><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Everybody feared the man with the metal band over his mouth.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Stryker was part of an elite group of Cyborgs genetically enhanced with inhuman DNA. He was known as the Creeper, the quiet, the man with half a face. His fate was his own and his freedom hard-earned, having nothing to live for but the hunt and his perfect record. Until he received a distress call that changed his bleak existence.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">“Please, oh god, please. Is anybody out there? This is Norah Lee, a scientist of Earth. I-I don’t know what to do. I think everybody...everyone is dead. Please if you hear this, please help us.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I can hear them outside. They’re coming…</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I don’t want to die.”</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span id="freeTextreview2519509205" style="font-size: 14px;">If I could give an alternative title in this Cyborg Shifters series, it would have beeen <b>Creepy Love</b>.<br /><br />We meet another weird half cyborg-half shifter in this second book.<br />Stryker is part of the elite group of Cyborgs genetically enhanced with inhuman DNA. And he is one of the friends of Dommik (the spider cyborg) that we met in book 1.<br />Stryker has a mask that covers half his face and inside he hides poisonous saliva and a split tongue. He occasionally hisses and crawls. Can you guess what his animal part is?<br /><br />I think this book was primarily a sci-fi <b>thriller </b>and secondarily a sci-fi romance.<br />For the most part cyborg Stryker and Norah ( the scientist who tries to rescue) run and hide in a jungle in an alien planet chased by unknown predators/monsters who love to scream and to make people disappear inside the deep muddy water, while the sky never stops raining.<br /><br />It is a very stressful situation that somehow helps Norah to accept Stryker and to fall in love with him.<br />Stryker has all his behavioural characteristics of his animal part. He is sly, determined and he hates losing. He wants to hold Norah tight and to never let her go until he chokes her, because he has decided that she belongs to him.<br /><br />Next book is about a shark shifter and I believe I am hooked to this series , so I will start it straightaway :)</span><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14px;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIrlSL6wB5xT_zAgQP1lP3qw-XHIr1q0f9wnPBre9JUWuZ8lZX09CXU4I2y5f3Sc_5rm2c7lle5NUSzBo3v2tpgfiim-xqtOP5WfXdYccBE4tG7qgi-YdMSrw5ZPYKyHiu3WU3C0v32GE//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><img alt="" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIrlSL6wB5xT_zAgQP1lP3qw-XHIr1q0f9wnPBre9JUWuZ8lZX09CXU4I2y5f3Sc_5rm2c7lle5NUSzBo3v2tpgfiim-xqtOP5WfXdYccBE4tG7qgi-YdMSrw5ZPYKyHiu3WU3C0v32GE/w427-h640/image.png" width="427" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><br /><p></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-76288022541855210422020-12-28T04:00:00.012-08:002020-12-28T04:01:15.376-08:00Cyborg Pool Boy (Cyborg Shifters #0.5) by Naomi Lucas <h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;">Cyborg Pool Boy by Naomi Lucas</span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h2><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">What could a fabulously wealthy heiress possibly do when an alien monster takes up residence in her pool? Call a Cyborg Monster Hunter, obviously.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">OBVIOUSLY.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Little did she know that she just hired a monster to take out another monster.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">I literally have no words...</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">If you are into shifters romance stories with a bit of sci-fi in the mix, then this book is for you.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">No wolves, no lions, no dragons in this story.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I only have one thing to say to you:</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><b style="font-size: 14px;">tardigrade</b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I had to Google it to see what kind of creature this one is. Yes it is a real living and breathing organism.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The last time I checked the story was free in Amazon as a holiday gift by the author.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14px;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY8pgcZZn3ZDZfQYqYS1HYp7p0hEGZB9pv9Ku5Bo06tBxYppKFZNcJ74UKnLNRGDWXHWLSc7O5333c85n2_QwwjeeF3FfeYylSMJCKqjdb4T-pQc2WAbhFSUY9xaMOeX8NKrkmxC4U2TQ/s475/43428333._SY475_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY8pgcZZn3ZDZfQYqYS1HYp7p0hEGZB9pv9Ku5Bo06tBxYppKFZNcJ74UKnLNRGDWXHWLSc7O5333c85n2_QwwjeeF3FfeYylSMJCKqjdb4T-pQc2WAbhFSUY9xaMOeX8NKrkmxC4U2TQ/w426-h640/43428333._SY475_.jpg" width="426" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><br /><p></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-35304015272767331372020-12-28T03:55:00.004-08:002020-12-28T03:55:33.989-08:00Wild Blood (Cyborg Shifters #1) by Naomi Lucas<h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;">Wild Blood by Naomi Lucas</span></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h1><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Dommik was a monster, a Monster Hunter, and an alpha. Part of an elite group that dealt with the horrors of the universe. At least that was what everyone at the spaceport was whispering as he walked by. A Cyborg, a hunter, a beast with eyes as dark as the pits of Hell and the stride of a predator.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Katalina was a nobody who was intimate with death. It clung to her like a shroud, It followed her like the plague, and infected her like a parasite. When she overheard that the Monster Hunter needed an assistant, she took the job. And when the Cyborg’s eyes caught hers, she knew getting closer to death might just bring her back to life.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The Cyborg didn’t scare her.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">So she followed him and left fate up to chance.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">If you love cyborg stories AND</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">If you adore shifter stories AND</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">If you are not disgusted by a few cockroaches AND</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">If you are not afraid of big spiders,</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Then most probably you will love this book, too.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The world building is excellent. I am looking forward learning more about the Ghost City and its part cyborgs/part shifters inhabitants.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Dommik is the perfect tortured hero cyborg/spider-shifter, created not born, who thinks that he is too much of a monster to be loved by anyone.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Katalina is the perfect heroine who is too afraid to get attached to anybody because everyone that she had loved died and left her alone.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Overall the book was a very enjoyable experience for me!</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14px;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwPk94Xz-lh3kfVuHOGQQfRF-NAeCftNdWvH2DxpEogV2UH6gHMYlAo-tbz7clTx1McGpiOIVpl8TYqIpLHjG_CjY5qu0qF8TIfLCgr1XGJIPne0-uCjV38_T0Cs8ePAW1nE9r_NOdb3Y//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><img alt="" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwPk94Xz-lh3kfVuHOGQQfRF-NAeCftNdWvH2DxpEogV2UH6gHMYlAo-tbz7clTx1McGpiOIVpl8TYqIpLHjG_CjY5qu0qF8TIfLCgr1XGJIPne0-uCjV38_T0Cs8ePAW1nE9r_NOdb3Y/w426-h640/image.png" width="426" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><br /><p></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-56256143515121785362020-12-28T03:52:00.001-08:002020-12-28T03:52:19.763-08:00December 2020 - Naomi Lucas and her sci-fi series Cyborg Shifters<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianS9qaqqTAKqIZ32tD6NM5w3c89bLtd4TTiPIt5EQPzewdX1IczbBt9xrJfQ8OLjt4Uot_wd2ZSzxZ03qVYWmtc2uw3Q36qytZpJd37ERm6-4vUk208H1IyMCdLhX-0jCXOPOwT3zs_8//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1200" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianS9qaqqTAKqIZ32tD6NM5w3c89bLtd4TTiPIt5EQPzewdX1IczbBt9xrJfQ8OLjt4Uot_wd2ZSzxZ03qVYWmtc2uw3Q36qytZpJd37ERm6-4vUk208H1IyMCdLhX-0jCXOPOwT3zs_8/w640-h336/image.png" width="640" /></a></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Finally 2020, this terrible year, is almost over.....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">These last few days of the year, I would like to show my appreciation to Naomi Lucas and her sci-fi series Cyborg Shifters. Respect.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLZ5Oa3NYtAb68RR7xloKkBXhs09JNps6NSFv2GjRkBKuJUqhjecBnrWZ_l0O78DfmWBvsJ19J6GxqKLv2oRWBZ40d4H6vypcJ5lh5q5PjQSHZhtmwr7t5D-yNab0cmlP-FChNgOjHJA//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="750" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLZ5Oa3NYtAb68RR7xloKkBXhs09JNps6NSFv2GjRkBKuJUqhjecBnrWZ_l0O78DfmWBvsJ19J6GxqKLv2oRWBZ40d4H6vypcJ5lh5q5PjQSHZhtmwr7t5D-yNab0cmlP-FChNgOjHJA/w640-h510/image.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Anyway, try to enjoy these last few days until new year. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Stay positive.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Stay safe.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Stay healthy.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></div><br /><p></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-67139224502180027312020-11-30T04:48:00.005-08:002020-11-30T04:48:54.156-08:00 NEW BOOK!!! A Court of Silver Flames (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #4) by Sarah J. Maas<h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A Court of Silver Flames (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #4) by Sarah J. Maas</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h1><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;">Nesta Archeron has always been prickly-proud, swift to anger, and slow to forgive. And ever since being forced into the Cauldron and becoming High Fae against her will, she's struggled to find a place for herself within the strange, deadly world she inhabits. Worse, she can't seem to move past the horrors of the war with Hybern and all she lost in it.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The one person who ignites her temper more than any other is Cassian, the battle-scarred warrior whose position in Rhysand and Feyre's Night Court keeps him constantly in Nesta's orbit. But her temper isn't the only thing Cassian ignites. The fire between them is undeniable, and only burns hotter as they are forced into close quarters with each other.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Meanwhile, the treacherous human queens who returned to the Continent during the last war have forged a dangerous new alliance, threatening the fragile peace that has settled over the realms. And the key to halting them might very well rely on Cassian and Nesta facing their haunting pasts.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Against the sweeping backdrop of a world seared by war and plagued with uncertainty, Nesta and Cassian battle monsters from within and without as they search for acceptance-and healing-in each other's arms.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><u style="background-color: #20124d;">COMING SOON </u></b></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><u style="background-color: #20124d;">Expected publication: February 16th 2021 by Bloomsbury Publishing</u></b></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><u style="background-color: #990000;"><br /></u></b></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b style="background-color: #990000;"></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b style="background-color: #990000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg123dN_keB-yZdKg1gxVZy_PoKMMT_pdcUrDh8hX0IzX5Zyvp5kZAQHT-AhX7sY35MU66qJi1I7BeYjQglpdPUPebUalupP9ltFItKGrsiRfYw9bnmvEgThm2UBzphmNGMwIm9XCLeYyU/s475/31050237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="289" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg123dN_keB-yZdKg1gxVZy_PoKMMT_pdcUrDh8hX0IzX5Zyvp5kZAQHT-AhX7sY35MU66qJi1I7BeYjQglpdPUPebUalupP9ltFItKGrsiRfYw9bnmvEgThm2UBzphmNGMwIm9XCLeYyU/w390-h640/31050237.jpg" width="390" /></a></b></span></div><span style="color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b style="background-color: #990000;"><br /><u><br /></u></b></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-53896321387744734242020-11-29T12:35:00.001-08:002020-11-30T04:44:14.489-08:00 A Court of Frost and Starlight (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3.1) by Sarah J. Maas<h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A Court of Frost and Starlight (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3.1) by Sarah J. Maas</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h1><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><i style="font-size: 14px;">Hope warms the coldest night.</i><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Feyre, Rhys, and their close-knit circle of friends are still busy rebuilding the Night Court and the vastly-changed world beyond. But Winter Solstice is finally near, and with it, a hard-earned reprieve.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Yet even the festive atmosphere can't keep the shadows of the past from looming. As Feyre navigates her first Winter Solstice as High Lady, she finds that those dearest to her have more wounds than she anticipated--scars that will have far-reaching impact on the future of their Court.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><i style="font-size: 14px;">“I get this feeling,” I said, pacing a step, the ancient wood floorboards creaking beneath my boots, my power a writhing, living thing prowling through my veins, “that it’s all some sort of joke. Some sort of cosmic trick, and that no one—no one—can be this happy and not pay for it.”</i><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">This series makes me feel nice.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">But at the same time, they make me feel scared for unexpected, sudden, crazy twists.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV94zfmeUFJ1d_doQTMGRgn1R8a_kM5eoy66giyFA72BmASIZ_1a9ki270azQIsmarEiLUcPGjLAMSAHfTB0fip8HvM8NBcTccaKPQC2JkV37k8iXza4I3Mk_3E7NwYjTWHkPpmOlrlJg/s475/31076583._SY475_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="313" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV94zfmeUFJ1d_doQTMGRgn1R8a_kM5eoy66giyFA72BmASIZ_1a9ki270azQIsmarEiLUcPGjLAMSAHfTB0fip8HvM8NBcTccaKPQC2JkV37k8iXza4I3Mk_3E7NwYjTWHkPpmOlrlJg/w422-h640/31076583._SY475_.jpg" width="422" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span><p></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-23917497483673770552020-11-29T12:34:00.003-08:002020-11-30T04:38:05.838-08:00 A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3) by Sarah J. Maas<h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3) by Sarah J. Maas</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h1><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span id="freeText12711520379059869281" style="font-size: 14px;">Looming war threatens all Feyre holds dear in the third volume of the #1 <i>New York Times </i>bestselling <i>A Court of Thorns and Roses </i>series.<br /><br />Feyre has returned to the Spring Court, determined to gather information on Tamlin's manoeuvrings and the invading king threatening to bring Prythian to its knees. But to do so she must play a deadly game of deceit – and one slip may spell doom not only for Feyre, but for her world as well.<br /><br />As war bears down upon them all, Feyre must decide who to trust amongst the dazzling and lethal High Lords – and hunt for allies in unexpected places.<br /><br />In this thrilling third book in the #1 <i>New York Times </i>bestselling series from Sarah J. Maas, the earth will be painted red as mighty armies grapple for power over the one thing that could destroy them all.</span><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><i style="font-size: 14px;"><b>"I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have … The wait was worth it."<br />He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. “I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to … so I could find you.” He kissed another tear away.</b></i><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">How much I adore Rhysand and Feyre!</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">After the devastating events of the last book, "Wings and Ruin" start with the </span><b style="font-size: 14px;">The High Lady of the Night Court at the Spring Court.</b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Feyre is back where she started and she is so good in pretending that Tamlin is completely clueless of her lies. But I could never accuse Feyre and I could not feel sorry for Tamlin. After his betrayal, he deserved it.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Of course not all people believe Feyre.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i>The most powerful High Lord in the world lost his mate, and has not yet come to claim her, even when she is defenseless in the woods.” Jurian chuckled. “Perhaps that’s because Rhysand has not lost you at all. But rather unleashed you upon us.”</i></b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">When Feyre manages to escape, Lucien will follow. It is the only way to see again his destined mate. Feyre's sisters try to cope with the fact that they are fairies now. Elain has the most serious problems coping. Nesta and her attitude are doing just fine. I loved the development in the relationship between Nesta and Cassian. Nesta has developed in a very interesting side character.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">When Rhysand and Feyre meet again, only the fireworks are missing! So much love and passion between these two!</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">But there is war about to happen. The Cauldron is still in the hands of Hybern and the Night Court only has a book to fight it. And the Book does not want to cooperate that much.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i>Amren had placed the Book of Breathings on her nightstand.<br />A glass of old blood atop it.<br />I didn’t know whether to laugh or cringe. The latter won out as the Book murmured, Hello, sweet-faced liar. Hello, princess with—<br />“Oh, be quiet,” Amren hissed toward the Book, who—shut up.</i></b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Amren is doing her best to reveal its secrets, but maybe she also has her on agenda. Well, in the end I totally understood the girl. She had no choice.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Night Court will look for allies, but unfortunately</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">1. Rhysand for his personal reasons had betrayed the other Courts before.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">2. Feyre had betrayed the Spring Court before for obvious reasons. Her loyalty is with her mate.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">3. Rhysand and Feyre had betrayed the Summer Court and now they are the most wanted there. Maybe not even the fact that they helped Tarquin’s court against the bulk of the Hybern force, will gain them his trust again</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">And the most important reason:</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">4. Not all the Courts are convinced that Hybern is the enemy.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i>"We are not facing an army hell-bent on destruction. They are hell-bent on what they believe is liberation. Of High Fae stifled by the wall, and what they believe still belongs to them."</i></b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The book ends with an awesome epic battle were everyone is involved:</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">1. The Courts</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">2. The humans</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">3. The Cauldron made sisters</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">4. The monsters (Bone Carver and his sister and the living nest of shadows that was Bryaxis)</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">5. Amren</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">6. The Cauldron</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">7. The Book</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">When the battle finishes, Rhysand will receive the ultimate gift by all the Courts.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I loved the book, but I feel that I need a book for Tamlin. Feyre was not the right girl for him. And he needs a girl that can tame the monster inside him. These three books are Rhysand and Feyre's love story, not Tamlin's story.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i>“Be happy, Feyre,” he said quietly.</i></b></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i style="background-color: #990000;"><br /></i></b></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><b style="background-color: #990000; font-size: 14px;"></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><b style="background-color: #990000; font-size: 14px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oowl0PiY27JG9Lbx0nag9pVMdNd9OyyoIL8-K558x1MU-PHaPiaznFNdqAs3yKJFuTsDkzNE8BcXlXUdD4iRwTmqFStqCJOD18y-Qfj1MufS0HtRrQOvOKw9A0X2emmiMVhTq_eROgM/s475/23766634._SY475_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="309" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oowl0PiY27JG9Lbx0nag9pVMdNd9OyyoIL8-K558x1MU-PHaPiaznFNdqAs3yKJFuTsDkzNE8BcXlXUdD4iRwTmqFStqCJOD18y-Qfj1MufS0HtRrQOvOKw9A0X2emmiMVhTq_eROgM/w416-h640/23766634._SY475_.jpg" width="416" /></a></b></span></div><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><b style="background-color: #990000; font-size: 14px;"><br /><i><br /></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-12517761581267331182020-11-27T10:40:00.002-08:002020-11-27T10:40:25.491-08:00 A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2) by Sarah J. Maas<h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;">A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Maas</span></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h1><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Feyre survived Amarantha's clutches to return to the Spring Court—but at a steep cost. Though she now has the powers of the High Fae, her heart remains human, and it can't forget the terrible deeds she performed to save Tamlin's people.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Nor has Feyre forgotten her bargain with Rhysand, High Lord of the feared Night Court. As Feyre navigates its dark web of politics, passion, and dazzling power, a greater evil looms—and she might be key to stopping it. But only if she can harness her harrowing gifts, heal her fractured soul, and decide how she wishes to shape her future—and the future of a world cleaved in two.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">With more than a million copies sold of her beloved Throne of Glass series, Sarah J. Maas's masterful storytelling brings this second book in her seductive and action-packed series to new heights.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span id="freeTextreview2576767380" style="font-size: 14px;">After the dramatic events under the mountain, Tamlin and Feyre are back home at the Spring Court and unfortunately Feyre experiences severe symptoms of post traumatic stress disorder.<br /><br /><b><i>Maybe I’d always been broken and dark inside.</i></b><br /><br />She can't eat. She can't sleep. She does not want to meet people. She has nightmares. She withdraws from everything and everyone – unless Tamlin is around and he requires sex.<br /><br />But Tamlin is hardly there.<br /><br />After 50 years living under the despicable curse and the slavery, his Court needs to repair the damage, the boarders need to be secured , his people need to be certain that they will free and happy from now on. He also looks forward to his wedding with Feyre.<br /><br />The only thing he does not want is Feyre<br />-roaming free in the forest,<br />-or training,<br />-or learning her new powers,<br />-or concerning about her future,<br />-or worrying about her safety.<br /><br />He will look after everything for her. But he does not notice that she does not eat, she does not sleep, she is miserable and lonely and she keeps loosing weight.<br /><br />Feyre starts having second thoughts about the wedding. And moreover Rhysand has not appeared yet asking for her side of their bargain from the previous book. Until one day he appears and he is determined to take her away for a week every month for the rest of her immortal life.<br /><br /><b><i>“Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.</i></b><br /><br />Feyre is confused.<br />Tamlin is furious.<br />Rhysand does not give them any alternative.<br /><br /><b><i>“You end her bargain right here, right now, and I’ll give you anything you want. Anything.”<br />My heart stopped dead. “Are you out of your mind?”<br />Tamlin didn’t so much as blink in my direction.<br />Rhysand merely raised a brow. “I already have everything I want.” He stepped around Tamlin as if he were a piece of furniture and took my hand.</i></b><br /><br />Feyre will meet the Court of night for her first time. She will feel free and alive. She will start seeing things more clearly.<br /><br /><b><i>“I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I’m thinking maybe he knew that—maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone.”</i></b><br /><br />And she will start understanding Rhysand’s actions.<br /><br /><b><i>“I needed not to be dead when I agreed.”<br />“You needed not to be alone.”</i></b><br /><br />Maybe in this fairytale the princess does not want to be a princess.<br />Maybe she does not want to be saved.<br />Maybe in this fairytale the princess wants to be a warrior.<br />Maybe she needs to be free.<br /><br /><b><i>“So I’m your huntress and thief?”<br />His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.”</i></b><br /><br />Maybe Rhysand wants to give her everything. And more than everything.<br /><br /><b><i>“Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?”</i></b><br /><br />Until Feyre bounces back.<br /><br /><b><i>I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.<br />I was a survivor, and I was strong.<br />I would not be weak, or helpless again. I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.</i></b><br /><br />She will love the darkness in Court of the Night.<br /><br /><b><i>“There are different kinds of darkness,” Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.”</i></b><br /><br />She will fall in love with Rhysand.<br /><br /><b><i>I met his stare as I clinked my glass against his, the crystal ringing clear and bright over the crashing sea far below, and said, “To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.”<br />He picked up his glass, his gaze so piercing that I wondered why I had bothered blushing at all for Tarquin.<br />Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.”</i></b><br /><br />Because let's face it. Rhysand is larger than life.<br /><br /><b><i>And then Rhysand appeared.<br />He had released the damper on his power, on who he was. His power filled the throne room, the castle, the mountain. The world. It had no end and no beginning.</i></b><br /><br />Feyre will never want to go back to where she was.<br /><br /><b><i>“When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.”</i></b><br /><br />But she needs to be absolutely sure that is what she wants.<br /><br /><b><i>“I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this place—looking for you all.”</i></b><br /><br />The fairies and the humans will not have time to relax. A bigger threat is palpable. And a new war is about to start.<br /><br /><b><i>This was my home. These were my people.<br />If I died defending them, defending that small place in the world where art thrived …<br />Then so be it.<br />And I became darkness, and shadow, and wind.</i></b><br /><br />There will be epic battles, many deaths, treason and lies, secrets, much despair and tests, so many tests. The cascading events will result to a few breath-taking twists towards the end and an earthshattering cliff-hanger.<br /><br />Two comments that I would like to add:<br />1. I did not particularly like the term “mate”. This is a term that it is almost exclusively used in shifters books and not in books with fairies. I wish a different term was used.<br />2. The dynamics in the relationship between Rhysand and Feyre reminded me the dynamics in the relationship between one of my favourite couples in PNR: Dragos and Pia from Elder Races by Thea Harrison. Rhysand could easily be a dragon like Dragos. He is also very possessive of his mate, but he also has so many adventures with her and they keep saving each other. Feyre on the other hand eventually can sparkle and her blood has healing power like Pia's.</span><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFg6ovDs_KpKfu6JGPD_k3vwp1WX8rDdGbvikrgk7yHEnBFNpHbDZ7MuM6yCHBG0uF6ulyqh_M2Gxn76mU6jdsDa-5fQDUSaRdlSslCcUA49ReF0biYXTvoIArXSkgGV0Pa2S92NrU9DY/s475/17927395._SY475_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="317" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFg6ovDs_KpKfu6JGPD_k3vwp1WX8rDdGbvikrgk7yHEnBFNpHbDZ7MuM6yCHBG0uF6ulyqh_M2Gxn76mU6jdsDa-5fQDUSaRdlSslCcUA49ReF0biYXTvoIArXSkgGV0Pa2S92NrU9DY/w428-h640/17927395._SY475_.jpg" width="428" /></a></span></div><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span><p></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-29213977175995043692020-11-27T10:33:00.002-08:002020-11-27T10:33:09.172-08:00A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses #1) by Sarah J. Maas<h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"> A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas</span></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h1><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span id="freeText5419303863617315684" style="font-size: 14px;">Feyre's survival rests upon her ability to hunt and kill – the forest where she lives is a cold, bleak place in the long winter months. So when she spots a deer in the forest being pursued by a wolf, she cannot resist fighting it for the flesh. But to do so, she must kill the predator and killing something so precious comes at a price ...<br /><br />Dragged to a magical kingdom for the murder of a faerie, Feyre discovers that her captor, his face obscured by a jewelled mask, is hiding far more than his piercing green eyes would suggest. Feyre's presence at the court is closely guarded, and as she begins to learn why, her feelings for him turn from hostility to passion and the faerie lands become an even more dangerous place. Feyre must fight to break an ancient curse, or she will lose him forever.</span><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><i style="font-size: 14px;">“I love you,” I said, and stabbed him.</i><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">...and I hardly slept last night</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Well, if you love fairytales and/or Fae stories which include lots of</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-Sacrifices</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-Despair</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-Magic</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-Internal love and passion</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-Tests of true love</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Then, this book is for you.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">There is</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-a monster in this book hidden behind an unmovable mask and</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-a poor maiden (kind of) with a worthless father and</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-a library and</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-a rose garden and</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-a curse</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">So naturally this story will remind you of “The Beauty And The Beast”.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The monster needs to be saved from a horrible curse and of course </span><b style="font-size: 14px;">only true love can save him.</b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">But what if Tamlin, this monster, represents everything that Feyre, the maiden, hates.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">It does not matter. Love will find a way because Feyre has a pure soul and an innocent, caring heart.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i>“Dance, Feyre,” he whispered.<br />So I did.</i></b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">There will be no thorns between them. Only love and commitment.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-even if there will be a few moments with doubts and regrets.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><i style="font-size: 14px;"><b>“I suppose it’ll be easier if I’m gone,” I said, looking away from him. “Who wants someone around who’s so covered in thorns?”<br />“Thorns?”<br />“Thorny. Prickly. Sour. Contrary.”<br />He leaned forward and kissed me lightly. “Not forever,” he said onto my mouth.<br />And though I knew it was a lie, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him.</b></i><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I suppose it was fate, karma, destiny for Tamlin and Fayre to meet and fall in love.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i>“I love you,” he whispered, and kissed my brow. “Thorns and all.”</i></b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">And it was fate, karma, destiny for Tamlin and Fayre to say goodbye.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i>He leaned through the open window to caress my cheek—and I could have sworn that I felt my heart crack.</i></b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Fayre only found out after she fall in love that fairies can lie.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i>“Of course we can lie. We find lying to be an art. And we lied when we told those ancient mortals that we couldn’t speak an untruth. How else would we get them to trust us and do our bidding?”</i></b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Don't worry Tamlin tryly has loved Feyre. That's the reason he will send her away. To protect her.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">And Feyre has loved Tamlin. That's the reason she will fight with giant worms, dance for one of their worst enemies, beg and crawl, be broken and in prison, give away her life, give away her innocence and save the lands behind The Wall.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i>“So,” he said wearily, “here we are, with the fate of our immortal world in the hands of an illiterate human.” His laugh was unpleasant as he hung his head, cupping his forehead in a hand, and closed his eyes. “What a mess.”</i></b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Not a mess at all! the ending will be glorious as all the endings of fairytales should be.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">So, if you want to read a pleasant lovestory/fairytale with a bit of adventure and a bit of heartbreaking and with lots of sugary love, better stop at the book “A Court of Thorns and Roses” and don't continue with this series.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">... because </span><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i>There you are. I’ve been looking for you.</i></b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">... because Feyre has met Rhysand who</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-treated her like trash </span><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i>“I never thought you’d actually dabble with mortal trash.”</i></b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-bound her life to his life </span><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i>“I’ll heal your arm in exchange for you.”</i></b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-changed her forever </span><b style="font-size: 14px;"><i>“What have you done to me?”</i></b><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Plus</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-He has wings</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">-He is the ultimate tattooed bad boy.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">And maybe Feyre will prefer the night and the stars to the roses and the sunlight.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: #990000; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJs4GebtZz15Li9BWBwZbPCoR4zysw8Ly3Z39Flt7WAlGelQhe4b-ASkrB-E_gCGyKT-W9gdFwDzczjeLXORImgiNafn7JkH6Iaeafd8CuHdzI71HiTK26paSJz4YX06kRjnaH2Lne5c/s475/16096824._SY475_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="313" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJs4GebtZz15Li9BWBwZbPCoR4zysw8Ly3Z39Flt7WAlGelQhe4b-ASkrB-E_gCGyKT-W9gdFwDzczjeLXORImgiNafn7JkH6Iaeafd8CuHdzI71HiTK26paSJz4YX06kRjnaH2Lne5c/w422-h640/16096824._SY475_.jpg" width="422" /></span></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span><p></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-45289542507725400062020-11-23T05:26:00.002-08:002020-11-23T05:26:45.342-08:00November 2020 - Sarah J. Maas and her ACOTAR series<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">November has always been the right month to feel thankful.... </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">for the love </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">for the health </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">for the wealth</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">for the happiness in your life.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">2020 has been a terrible year so far. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">So many deaths, so much pain, so much isolation from the people we love.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Let's find things that makes us grateful to life and to God. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Let's wish that things will only get better from now on.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="text-align: center;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTzm3POFe4Z3ZrI6YFsq_oDvc7gBqEGcVnt-R2M7RH1_yI27JGIe_uHcw-Nv3s_Yi0sM9URcnjIsPxaP-yPre1e1r2db-YHShh1lQSoeZN3AUXUl5r5_ltDwhd_HfLl_pQ36tg_pqY-mg/s236/c2f355c88aa4c0a9d4c1763f9a243638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="236" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTzm3POFe4Z3ZrI6YFsq_oDvc7gBqEGcVnt-R2M7RH1_yI27JGIe_uHcw-Nv3s_Yi0sM9URcnjIsPxaP-yPre1e1r2db-YHShh1lQSoeZN3AUXUl5r5_ltDwhd_HfLl_pQ36tg_pqY-mg/w400-h400/c2f355c88aa4c0a9d4c1763f9a243638.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>This month I would like to present to you the most amazing series by Sara J. Maas!!!!</b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZao_M-4DbD2sUjFSUn-v6JGkIVyXtSvy-80J3SG2s4GiDAmdwjilohJUWuoijSoST0W9OnnyobSJLz7g7_dpRVjl7tJAejNcztDHTp0v-NTjQCU0zhI3l27-Lf2oONyqaC_6-Qax7iNc/s400/OIP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="265" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZao_M-4DbD2sUjFSUn-v6JGkIVyXtSvy-80J3SG2s4GiDAmdwjilohJUWuoijSoST0W9OnnyobSJLz7g7_dpRVjl7tJAejNcztDHTp0v-NTjQCU0zhI3l27-Lf2oONyqaC_6-Qax7iNc/w424-h640/OIP.jpg" width="424" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><h1 class="gr-h1 gr-h1--serif gr-h1--noMargin u-paddingBottomTiny" data-reactid=".14y79fsu5mo.0.0" style="line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px;"><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">A Court of Thorns and Roses Series <span style="font-weight: normal;">also known as </span></span></h1><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* Una corte de rosas y espinas [Spanish]<br />* Corte de Espinhos e Rosas [Brazilian Portuguese]<br />* Regatul spinilor si al trandafirilor [Romanian]<br />* Dikenler ve Güller Sarayı [Turkish]<br />* Dvůr trnů a růží [Czech]<br />* Das Reich der sieben Höfe [German]<br />* Tüskék és rózsák udvara [Hungarian]<br />* Dwór Cierni i Róż [Polish]<br />* Užkerėtas dvaras [Lithuanian]<br />* Hof van Doorns en Rozen [Dutch]<br />* Ett hov av taggar och rosor [Swedish]<br />* Valtakunta [Finnish]<br />* La corte di rose e spine [Italian]<br />* Двор от рози и бодли [Bulgarian]</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-17358866705749610322020-10-31T05:16:00.000-07:002020-10-31T05:16:07.989-07:00Sleeping Beauties by Stephen King and Owen King<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-size: x-large;">Sleeping Beauties by Stephen King and Owen King</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><br />SUMMARY</span></h2><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white;"><span id="freeText2876776178658948297" style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">In a future so real and near it might be now, something happens when women go to sleep; they become shrouded in a cocoon-like gauze.<br /><br />If they are awakened, and the gauze wrapping their bodies is disturbed or violated, the women become feral and spectacularly violent; and while they sleep they go to another place.<br /><br />The men of our world are abandoned, left to their increasingly primal devices. One woman, however, the mysterious Evie, is immune to the blessing or curse of the sleeping disease.<br /><br />Is Evie a medical anomaly to be studied, or is she a demon who must be slain?</span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"> </span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMSqonpdweJeEmZcByxK6hwk3X-YW3Yt7na0APi1uTE2jItLtwNbvbj10u0sATsFHkWX_ywPNAmbzkgZc0K9ssMEcnVhFcmdAKOhun5-def-rYjoFd-E9ybBawKLRDg1VEg0n8_EzOtsQ/s475/34466922._SY475_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="313" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMSqonpdweJeEmZcByxK6hwk3X-YW3Yt7na0APi1uTE2jItLtwNbvbj10u0sATsFHkWX_ywPNAmbzkgZc0K9ssMEcnVhFcmdAKOhun5-def-rYjoFd-E9ybBawKLRDg1VEg0n8_EzOtsQ/w422-h640/34466922._SY475_.jpg" width="422" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white;"><b style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">Not bad....Not bad at all...</b><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><i style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"><b>A moth flutters from the branch of the old oak tree and settles on her hand</b></i><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">It's been a while since I read a book by Stephen King. Until a few years ago (okay I think it was possibly 20 years ago when I was a teenager hahaha), he was by far my favourite author. My second favourite author was Clive Barker. I used to read so many horror books and I did not mind at all the fact that King was considered an entertainer, not really a quality author. If you wanted to read quality horror, you had to read some Richard Matheson or some Ray Bradbury or even a classic Mary Shelley. Anyway, thank God, a few Oscars for films based on Stephen King's books have certainly helped to upgrade the author.</span><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">The truth is that I have never really considered him a true horror author. I have never been scared when I was reading his books. I just adore the way he writes.</span><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">I love the way he describes details, the way that every detail finds its place in the end of the book, the way each detail has a meaning and a purpose.</span><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><i style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"><b>Details! We gotta figure out the details, Jeanette."</b></i><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">Taking account all these, I have to say that this book has many many details and many many characters. Most people may find it boring and rambling. Nothing weird there. It is common in all King's books. This book is just so typical of him. If somebody told me that Stephen King wrote the whole book and his son just put his name on the book cover; I would have believed it.</span><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">Another thing I love in King's books is that all of them are not what they look like. They have a reason that they exist, they have a meaning, they have an identity, they speak differently to everyone.</span><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">Take for example this book:</span><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">■ You can consider it just a horror book with some fantasy elements; and be happy,</span><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">■ You can consider it a manifestation about human violence; and feel okay with yourself,</span><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">■ You can consider it as a way to show the importance of women in the world and as a way to show their value and even as a tool to make them look like the cornerstone of the existence of humanity; and still get the meaning of the book.</span><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">■ You can consider it a metaphor (</span><i style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"> <b>Eve doesn't trust the snake, obviously. She had trouble with him before.</b> </i><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">); and still understand the book and embrace it.</span><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><u style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">Yes, this book talks differently to eveyone. </u><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">I am just happy that after all these years that I was going through a period of drought away from my King's books; I trusted him again.</span><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><i style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"><b>...hope you enjoyed yourself.</b></i><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">Thank you Stephen! I did!</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy51_sCUbo699zU441u-poIHPYp9WPGeWGDaN-WDSeGQwbHtRKb0NMLUnqVaNgKxOmzYZiZ2YaGSBPGsqo01rfABHn7xF8PG3a42s8ZLNRiRdgWNG3L1uExFmtU7f4_kxlao6BNmOZ3rA/s475/30622162._SY475_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="310" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy51_sCUbo699zU441u-poIHPYp9WPGeWGDaN-WDSeGQwbHtRKb0NMLUnqVaNgKxOmzYZiZ2YaGSBPGsqo01rfABHn7xF8PG3a42s8ZLNRiRdgWNG3L1uExFmtU7f4_kxlao6BNmOZ3rA/w418-h640/30622162._SY475_.jpg" width="418" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #660000; color: white;"><br /><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span><p></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-34282366335924158982020-10-30T03:27:00.009-07:002020-10-30T03:27:51.707-07:00Elevation by Stephen King<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"> Elevation by Stephen King</span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h2><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Although Scott Carey doesn’t look any different, he’s been steadily losing weight. There are a couple of other odd things, too. He weighs the same in his clothes and out of them, no matter how heavy they are. Scott doesn’t want to be poked and prodded. He mostly just wants someone else to know, and he trusts Doctor Bob Ellis.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">In the small town of Castle Rock, the setting of many of King’s most iconic stories, Scott is engaged in a low grade—but escalating—battle with the lesbians next door whose dog regularly drops his business on Scott’s lawn. One of the women is friendly; the other, cold as ice. Both are trying to launch a new restaurant, but the people of Castle Rock want no part of a gay married couple, and the place is in trouble. When Scott finally understands the prejudices they face–including his own—he tries to help. Unlikely alliances, the annual foot race, and the mystery of Scott’s affliction bring out the best in people who have indulged the worst in themselves and others.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><table border="0" cellspacing="1" class="myActivity" style="font-size: 12px; table-layout: fixed; width: 100%px;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="2" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="readable reviewText" style="background-color: #990000; line-height: 21px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;">I thought that this would be a nice scary Halloween story.<br />I was wrong.<br />Instead of feeling scared, I cried my eyes out.<br /><br />It was not what I expected, but it was so much much better.<br /><br />P.S. Any resemblance to the book Thinner by Richard Backman is purely coincidental.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFX3MQMgMfQ3cODwfni4sPeviURk39yT_lV0TS9CEhVO7nKcylGd4Tsw_5bKdEqg-PnXxBzemgXsBWRvmB5440uvKuoTB3_MStVtUlpLkfh6iCJHyVaVvHk8kVl_8R3ICzaO8bHxg-tf4/s450/39931828._SX318_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="318" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFX3MQMgMfQ3cODwfni4sPeviURk39yT_lV0TS9CEhVO7nKcylGd4Tsw_5bKdEqg-PnXxBzemgXsBWRvmB5440uvKuoTB3_MStVtUlpLkfh6iCJHyVaVvHk8kVl_8R3ICzaO8bHxg-tf4/w453-h640/39931828._SX318_.jpg" width="453" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHRWdXVPT3AIM-RAAz4d5f55nlLmpfUrrsud2YGCdssf8x5xWrf9H835KyYrNo_lnUeB60j4DURjG58k0yYIxkK9r2xuTRR8Sqwzm8C3DYU0fnas8JAswCmn6GAuUrDVTHZ4xfoMneSc/s475/39685859._SY475_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="309" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHRWdXVPT3AIM-RAAz4d5f55nlLmpfUrrsud2YGCdssf8x5xWrf9H835KyYrNo_lnUeB60j4DURjG58k0yYIxkK9r2xuTRR8Sqwzm8C3DYU0fnas8JAswCmn6GAuUrDVTHZ4xfoMneSc/w416-h640/39685859._SY475_.jpg" width="416" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930740835104627907.post-84130855181735221672020-10-30T03:22:00.003-07:002020-10-30T03:23:11.480-07:00Laurie by Stephen King<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Laurie by Stephen King</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">SUMMARY</span></span></h2><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;">Short story about a widower and an unwanted dog, foisted on him by his sister.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">MY REVIEW</span></h3><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><i style="font-size: 14px;">It was life, you were stuck with it, and all you could do was live it.</i><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I could read anything by Stephen King. ANYTHING!</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The story has a bitter-sweet start and then there is a twist towards the end.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Well, apparently no matter how much you miss your other half, you always want to stay alive for as long as possible.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">The protagonist is the loveliest, most innocent dog, Laurie.</span><br style="font-size: 14px;" /><span style="font-size: 14px;">Highly recommended and completely free new short story.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #990000;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgroeSMVJyd1hlR7QuBqaDDSPbdYeVOaPv_mQrDMaAl1joV1vBYHb-UGLVhWm2l7ytsqEIkPlI03G1qVwj2v2zpyj1R2OOXhAD4n4Zrj6YggjGiJlNhIH4K-wUsLJoO5XA4KmrNdu3i2E/s475/41576481._SY475_.jpg" style="background-color: #990000; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="310" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgroeSMVJyd1hlR7QuBqaDDSPbdYeVOaPv_mQrDMaAl1joV1vBYHb-UGLVhWm2l7ytsqEIkPlI03G1qVwj2v2zpyj1R2OOXhAD4n4Zrj6YggjGiJlNhIH4K-wUsLJoO5XA4KmrNdu3i2E/w261-h400/41576481._SY475_.jpg" width="261" /></a></span></div><span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmkfbnQxTo_XvQib2RKFI2jtWy0YKdtXQsd6rF68MA83bMo7YWy95m7GRTlj4Kqz9QohpjEq9KQcX_64ez-f4VkmUGSH_Ju9No7kljtbeRMTJkXcQi8fFCGZJbCoY7CTRN_10eeyTQvL8/s475/44106109._SY475_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="307" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmkfbnQxTo_XvQib2RKFI2jtWy0YKdtXQsd6rF68MA83bMo7YWy95m7GRTlj4Kqz9QohpjEq9KQcX_64ez-f4VkmUGSH_Ju9No7kljtbeRMTJkXcQi8fFCGZJbCoY7CTRN_10eeyTQvL8/w259-h400/44106109._SY475_.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></p>SophiaTriadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795920377432911952noreply@blogger.com0