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  • Series: Darklight (Book 2)
  • Paperback: 320 pages
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin (March 5, 2013)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0312625219
  • ISBN-13: 978-0312625214
  • Product Dimensions: 8.2 x 5.6 x 0.8 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 9.6 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (51 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #929,734 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling Author DARYNDA JONES won a Golden Heart® for best paranormal for her manuscript First Grave On The Right. As a born storyteller, she grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike. Jones lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys.

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FUZZY EDGES
 

“Is this class ever going to end?”
My best friend, Brooklyn, draped her upper body across her desk in a dramatic reenactment of Desdemona’s death in Othello. She buried her face in a tangle of arms and long black hair for effect. It was quite moving. And while I appreciated her freedom to express her misgivings about the most boring class since multicelled organisms first crawled onto dry land, I wondered about her timing.
Miss Prather,” our Government teacher, Mr. Gonzales, said, his voice like a sharp crack in the silence of study time.
Brooklyn jerked upright in surprise. She glanced around as our classmates snickered, either politely into their hands or more rudely outright.
“Is there something you’d like to share with the class?”
She turned toward Mr. Gonzales and asked, “Did I say that out loud?”
The class erupted in laughter as Mr. G’s mouth formed a long narrow line across his face. Miraculously, the bell rang and Brooklyn couldn’t scramble out of her seat fast enough. She practically sprinted from the room. I followed at a slower pace, smiling meekly as I walked past Mr. G’s desk.
Brooklyn stood waiting for me in the hall, her face still frozen in surprise.
“That was funny,” I said, tugging her alongside me. She fell in line as we wound through the crush of students, fighting our way to PE. I wasn’t sure why. I didn’t particularly enjoy having my many faults and numerous shortcomings put on display for all to see, so why I would fight to get there was beyond me.
“No, really.” She tucked an arm through mine. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
I couldn’t help but smile despite the weight on my chest, a weight that seemed endless. “Which is why that was funny.”
I did that a lot lately. Smiled. It was easier than explaining why I wasn’t.
“You don’t get it,” she said. “This is exactly what I’ve been talking about. Everything is weird ever since … you know.”
I did know. Ever since Jared Kovach came to town. Ever since he’d saved my life after a huge green delivery truck slammed into me. Ever since we’d found out he was the Angel of Death and had been sent not to save my life but to take it. To tweak the timing. To take me sooner than nature—or a huge green delivery truck—had intended.
And ever since I found out I’d been possessed by a demon when I was six years old.
Still, that wasn’t the worst part of that day all those years ago. The worst part was the fact that my parents were gone. Vanished in a whirlwind when some guy—we still had no idea who—opened the gates of hell. And I’d led them straight to it. The fact that a demon—Malak-Tuke, to be exact, Lucifer’s second-in-command—escaped from his fiery pit and decided to crash at my place was just the icing on the cake. But I didn’t know any of this until two months ago.
I’d been living with my grandparents since the disappearance, but my semi-normal existence changed forever when I was knocked into the street by a skateboarder and hit by that truck.
That near-death experience taught me a valuable lesson: Never get hit by a huge green delivery truck if I can help it. But if I hadn’t, if my life hadn’t almost ended that day, then Jared Kovach would not have been sent. And oddly enough, Jared Kovach was definitely worth the risk.
The events that followed were both terrifying and life changing. I learned that there really was a heaven and a hell. That there really were angels and demons. That I was a prophet, the last prophet in a long line of incredible women, descended from a powerful woman named Arabeth. And I’d learned that I had a demon inside me, that I’d had him inside me for years.
Even Jared had never seen anything like it. Most people possessed by evil spirits were lucky to survive. People possessed by demons—a rarity, from what I’d been told—never survived more than a month. Ever. And yet here I stood. As possessed as a girl with a demon inside her could be.
And, yes, things had been weird.
“People are acting strange, and the world has dark, fuzzy edges,” Brooklyn continued.
Before I could suggest a visit to the school nurse, an arm snaked around my neck from behind and I felt something poke my temple. A quick sideways glance told me it was a hand shaped to resemble a gun. “Give me all your money,” Glitch said through gritted teeth, pulling out his best Clint Eastwood impersonation.
Glitch, a connoisseur of computers, skipping, and coasting through school with less than stellar grades, was our sidekick and partner in crime. We weren’t the greatest criminals, so we really didn’t partner up for such endeavors often. Glitch and I had grown up together. He was half Native American and half Irish American, and he had the dark skin and hazel green eyes to prove it.
I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve either of my two best friends. Even when they found out I’d been possessed—was still possessed—they didn’t bail on me. That was true friendship. Or insanity. Either way.
I shook off his arm and tossed a grin at him from over my shoulder.
“You cut your hair,” I said to him, noticing his blond highlights were missing. The trim left only his jet-black hair, spiked as usual with just enough gel to make him almost cool. He was too much of a geek to be genuinely cool, but he was getting there.
“Yeah.” He raked his fingers through it. “So, what’s up with you two?”
“Brooke feels fuzzy.”
He bounced around until he was facing us, walking backwards with his backpack slung over his shoulder, his brows drawn in concern. “Fuzzy? Really?”
“I didn’t say I felt fuzzy. I said the world has fuzzy edges.”
He looked around to test her theory then back at us. How he managed to walk backwards in this crowd was beyond me. And rather awe inspiring. If I’d tried that, I would soon resemble a pancake covered with lots of footprints.
He furrowed his brows again in thought. “I don’t think it’s so much fuzzy as nauseatingly yellow, a color that is supposed to calm us, I’m sure. But did you hear?” he asked, suddenly excited. “Joss Duffy and Cruz de los Santos got in a fight during third.”
Brooklyn pulled me to a stop, her expression animated. “What did I tell you? Joss and Cruz are best friends. Everything is turned upside down.”
As bad as I hated to admit it, she was right. I’d felt it too: A quake. A disturbance in the atmosphere. Everyone seemed to have short fuses lately. The slightest infraction set people off. We’d been warned about an impending cosmic war. Was this how it would begin?
With a sigh, I started for PE again. Maybe we were reading too much into it. Or maybe the moon was full. People did crazy things when the moon was full. And besides, I didn’t want everything to be turned upside down. I’d had enough of upside down when I was hit by that truck. When I was possessed by Satan’s second-in-command. When my parents disappeared.
Some days I was almost okay with the fact that a demon had slipped inside my body when I was six, nestled between my ribs, curled around my spine. Other days that fact caused me no small amount of distress. On those days, I walked with head down and eyes hooded as my vertebrae fused in the heat of uncertainty and my bones writhed in sour revulsion.
Today was one of those days.
I’d awoken in a panic to the sensation of being crushed, unable to escape an invisible force, unable to breathe. The remnants of a nightmare still ricocheted against the walls of my lungs, squeezing them until air became a precious but fleeting commodity. At first I thought I was having an asthma attack, then I realized it was only a dream. The dream.
And the dream was always the same. In it, I would float back to that day so long ago and inhale the beast all over again, his taste acidic, his flesh choking and abrasive. Since I was just a kid at the time, one would think it was a small demon, possibly a minion or a lower-level employee. Like a janitor. But I’d seen him that day. How his shoulders, as black as a starless sky, spanned the horizon. How his head reached the tops of the trees. “Small” was not an accurate descriptor.
And now, thanks to my pathetic need for sleep, I could relive that memory over and over. Yay, me. On the bright side, I’d ditched that other recurring dream I’d been having since I was five. The one where bugs scurried under my sheets and up my legs. That thing was messed up.
Still, if not for all that, Jared would never have come to Riley’s Switch. We may be only a tiny speck on the map of New Mexico, hidden among juniper trees and sage bushes in the middle of no and where, but we were important enough to warrant an extended visit from the Angel of Death. Surely that meant something in the grand scheme of things.
“And Cameron has been acting strange too,” Brooke continued, mentioning the fifth member of our posse, if you included Jared. Which I did. But I hadn’t seen Cameron in a couple of days, which was odd.
“That’s because Cameron has a crush on you,” I said without thinking. I cringed when Glitch’s eyes widened a fraction of an inch. He caught himself instantly and turned away.
“No, seriously,” she said, oblivious. “He keeps asking if I’m okay. If you’re okay. If Glitch is okay.”
Glitch whirled back around and glared, but Brooke missed it once again.
“We need to practice,” she said, pulling a compact mirror out of her backpack. “Try again to get a vision, only try harder this tim...

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NYTimes and USA Today Bestselling Author Darynda Jones has won numerous awards for her work, including a prestigious RITA, a Golden Heart, and a Daphne du Maurier. As a born storyteller, Darynda grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike, and she is ever so grateful for the opportunity to carry on that tradition. She currently has two series with St. Martin's Press: The Charley Davidson Series and the Darklight Trilogy. She lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband of almost 30 years and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys. She can be found at www.daryndajones.com.

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There is more drama, action, and the plot definitely thickened.
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This has it all with paranormal and romance and some mystery elements that make for a wonderful plot.
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~Reviewed by ANGELA & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog

"Ms. Jones stepped it up a bit in this second installment of Darklight series. There is more drama, action, and the plot definitely thickened. Death, Doom and Detention captured my attention right from the prologue until the heartrending end." ~Under the Covers

Ms. Jones stepped it up a bit in this second installment of Darklight series. There is more drama, action, and the plot definitely thickened. Death, Doom and Detention captured my attention right from the prologue until the heartrending end.

Lorelei McAlister has matured since getting to know her from Death and the Girl Next Door. She has taken in the reality of being the last Prophet from the bloodline of Arabeth rather well. She is developing her abilities to see visions from future and the past. Also, most of her memories from her past had come back, including how her parents disappeared. Unfortunately, as the prophecy gets closer to reality, there are people who would like to hurt her. There are non-believers/haters that will do everything to prevent the predictions from ever happening.

Like I said, Ms. Jones stepped it up a bit. There are more emotions in this installment and I admit to tearing up once or thrice. Ms. Jones had started this book with Lorelei's memories of how she lost her parents. Let me tell you, seeing chaos unfold through six year old Lorelei was just heartbreaking. And seeing her go through the emotions of being a teen and being the person to save the world was tough to see as well. She whined and complained but came through each time. It was nice to see her friends help with that as well.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By KVB99 on April 14, 2013
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Fans of Book 1 will very much like this book. I thought this was a better book than book 1. The author had already built her world and created her characters, so she could concentrate on telling a decent story. While there are bad guys on the fringes threatening Lorelei, most of the story centers around Lorelei's sassy, snarky interactions with her friends. There is a showdown at the end that is well done and the book takes an interesting twist at the end to set us up for book 3. For fans of angels and the paranormal, this is not a bad series. Looking forward to book 3 in the fall.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Lovey Dovey Books on March 5, 2013
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Death, Doom and Detention just rocked my world! Darynda Jones one-ups the first installment to the Darklight series with a sequel that is darker, eerier, and filled to the brim with supernatural wonder.

In Death and the Girl Next Door Lorelei MacAlister welcomed the truth about everything supernatural that revealed itself in her world, from the truth about her parents' disappearance to the fact that there's powerful demon inside of her. Now she takes a few steps back hoping to walk into normal. Her relationship with her grandparents, the only family she believes she has left in the world, has turned sour, and ditto for her romance with the powerful Angel of Death, Jared Kovach. She's feeling the pressure to be the last prophet of Arabeth, the only one who can stop the impending war before it actually happens, and with good reason. She's always surrounded by her bodyguards, Cameron and Jared, and her best friend Brooklyn constantly pushes her to practice conjuring her visions. They all feel the invisible forces at work, altering the personalities of schoolmates and targeting Lorelei.

I really felt the suspense in this novel. Jones kept her secrets locked until it was time for them to be revealed. Then again, it's a continuing pattern for Jones to keep readers in the dark and never knowing what's really going on until the characters discover it. At that point they walk right into danger. On one hand, I love the suspense; I love that the plot continues to be unpredictable and completely fascinating. On the other hand, I'm not quite sure my heart can take not knowing what's coming right around the corner!

Death, Doom and Detention takes a more somber and tense tone. There's plenty of action and surprises, but always the underlying hint of danger.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Laura Little Read Riding Hood on January 5, 2014
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**Mini Review**

I picked up this book immediately after finishing book 1 - and dove right into it. I might have missed some sleep. But you know what's funny? I can't tell you WHY EXACTLY. I mean it is a good book, with interesting people, but there wasn't anything SPECTACULAR. *shrugs*

Now that Lor has come to terms with what she is and what she can do, she now needs to come to terms with what she HAS to do. Which wasn't so bad when she had Jared to lean on, but he has been distant. And then he vanishes.

While the story kept my interest, and I wanted to know what happened, there didn't seem to be a whole lot of substance to the story. It was pretty predictable and standard. Which isn't always a bad thing, there just wasn't a "Oh my gosh did that just happen?!?!" moment.

Overall, this was a good not great story. Worth the time to read it, and entertaining, but not a life changer.
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