Your Memberships & Subscriptions
Shadowfever: Fever Series Book 5 Kindle Edition
|New from||Used from|
|Length: 689 pages||Word Wise: Enabled||Enhanced Typesetting: Enabled|
|Page Flip: Enabled||
Switch back and forth between reading the Kindle book and listening to the Audible book with Whispersync for Voice. Add the Audible book for a reduced price of $7.49 when you buy the Kindle book.
|Book 5 of 11 in FEVER SERIES|
Enter your mobile number or email address below and we'll send you a link to download the free Kindle App. Then you can start reading Kindle books on your smartphone, tablet, or computer - no Kindle device required.
To get the free app, enter your mobile phone number.
Customers who bought this item also bought
--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Someone really smart told me that once.
Every time I think I’m getting wiser, more in control of my actions, I go slamming into a situation that makes me excruciatingly aware that all I’ve succeeded in doing is swapping one set of delusions for a more elaborate, attractive set of delusions—that’s me, the Queen of Self-Deception.
I hate myself right now. More than I’d ever have thought pos- sible.
I squat on the cliff’s edge, screaming, cursing the day I was born, wishing my biological mother had drowned me at birth. Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there’d be days like these. How could nobody tell me there’d be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?
The pain I feel is worse than anything the Sinsar Dubh has ever done to me. At least when the Book is crushing me, I know it’s not my own fault.
Mea culpa. Beginning to end, all the way, I own this one, and there will never be any hiding from that fact.
I thought I’d lost everything.
How ignorant I was. He warned me. I had so much more to lose!
I want to die.
It’s the only way to stop the pain.
Months ago, on a hellishly long night, in a grotto beneath the Burren, I wanted to die, too, but it wasn’t the same. Mallucé was going to torture me to death, and dying was the only chance I had of denying him that twisted pleasure. My death had been inevitable. I saw little point in drawing it out.
I’d been wrong. I’d given up hope and nearly died because of it.
I would have died—if not for Jericho Barrons.
He’s the one who taught me those words.
That simple adage is master of every situation, every choice. Each morning we wake up, we get to choose between hope and fear and apply one of those emotions to everything we do. Do we greet the things that come our way with joy? Or suspicion?
Hope strengthens . . .
Not once did I permit myself to feel any hope about the person lying facedown in a pool of blood. Not once did I use it to strengthen our bond. I let the onus of our relationship rest on broader shoulders. Fear. Suspicion. Mistrust drove my every action.
And now it’s too late to take any of it back.
I stop screaming and begin to laugh. I hear the madness in it.
I don’t care.
My spear sticks up, a cruel javelin, mocking me. I remember stealing it.
For a moment, I’m back in the dark, rain-slicked Dublin streets, descending into the sewer systems with Barrons, breaking into Rocky O’Bannion’s private cache of religious artifacts. Barrons is wearing jeans and a black T-shirt. Muscles ripple in his body as he casts aside the sewer lid with the ease of a man tossing a Frisbee in the park.
He’s disturbingly sexual, to men and women alike, in a way that sets your teeth on edge. With Barrons, you aren’t sure if you’re going to get fucked or turned inside out and left a new, unrecognizable person, adrift with no moorings, on a sea with no bottom and no rules.
I was never immune to him. There were merely degrees of denial.
My respite is too brief. The memory vanishes and I am again con- fronted with the reality that threatens to shatter my hold on sanity.
Fear kills . . .
I can’t say it. I can’t think it. I can’t begin to absorb it.
I hug my knees and rock.
Jericho Barrons is dead.
He lies on his stomach, motionless. He hasn’t moved or breathed in the small eternity that I’ve been screaming. I can’t sense him in his skin. On all other occasions, I’ve been able to feel him in my vicinity: electric, larger than life, vastness crammed into a tiny container. Genie in a bottle. That’s Barrons: deadly power, stopper corking it. Barely.
I rock back and forth.
The million-dollar question: What are you, Barrons? His answer, on those rare occasions he gave one, was always the same.
The one that will never let you die.
I believed him. Damn him.
“Well, you screwed up, Barrons. I’m alone and I’m in serious trouble, so get up!”
He doesn’t move. There’s too much blood. I reach out with my sidhe-seer senses. I sense nothing on the cliff’s edge but me.
No wonder he told me never to call the number on my cell that he had programmed as IYD—If You’re Dying—unless I really was. After a time I begin to laugh again. He’s not the one who screwed up. I am. Was I played or did I orchestrate this fiasco all by myself?
I thought Barrons was invincible.
I keep waiting for him to move. Roll over. Sit up. Magically heal. Cut me one of those hard looks and say, Get a grip, Ms. Lane. I’m the Unseelie King. I can’t die.
That was one of my biggest fears, whenever I was indulging in any of a thousand about him: that he was the one who’d created the Sinsar Dubh to begin with, dumping all his evil into it, and he wanted it back for some reason but couldn’t trap it himself. At one point or another, I’d considered everything: Fae, half Fae, werewolf, vampire, ancient cursed being from the dawn of time, perhaps the very thing he and Christian had tried to summon on Halloween at Castle Keltar—key part there being immortal, as in unkillable.
“Get up, Barrons!” I scream. “Move, damn you!”
I’m afraid to touch him. Afraid if I do, his body will be cooling noticeably. I’ll feel the fragility of his flesh, the mortality of Barrons. “Fragility,” “mortality,” and “Barrons” all packed together in the same thought feels about as blasphemous as stalking through the Vatican hammering upside-down crosses on the walls.
I squat ten paces from his body.
I stay back, because if I get close I’ll have to roll him over and look in his eyes, and what if they’re empty like Alina’s were?
Then I’ll know he’s gone, like I knew she was gone, too far beyond my reach to ever hear my voice again, to hear me say, I’m sorry, Alina, I wish I’d called more often; I wish I’d heard the truth beneath our vapid sister talk; I wish I’d come to Dublin and fought beside you, or raged at you, because you were acting from fear, too, Alina, not hope at all, or you would have trusted me to help you. Or maybe just apologize, Barrons, for being too young to have my priorities refined, like you, because I haven’t suffered whatever the hell it is you suffered, and then shove you up against a wall and kiss you until you can’t breathe, do what I wanted to do the first day I saw you there in your bloody damned bookstore. Disturb you like you disturbed me, make you see me, make you want me—pink me!—shatter your self-control, bring you crashing to your knees in front of me, even though I told myself I’d never want a man like you, that you were too old, too carnal, more animal than man, with one foot in the swamp and no desire to come all the way out, when the truth was that I was terrified by what you made me feel. It wasn’t what guys make girls feel, dreams of a future with babies and picket fences, but frantic, hard, raw loss of self, like you can’t live without that man inside you, around you, with you all the time, and it only matters what he thinks of you, the rest of the world can go to hell, and even then I knew you could change me! Who wants to be around someone that can change them? Too much power to let another person have! It was easier to fight you than admit that I had undiscovered places inside me that hungered for things that weren’t accepted in any kind of world I knew, and the worst of it is that you woke me up from my Barbie-girl world and now I’m here and I’m wide awake, you bastard, I couldn’t be more awake, and you left me—
I think I’ll scream until he gets up.
He was the one who told me not to believe anything was dead until I’d burned it, poked around in its ashes, then waited a day or two to see if anything rose from them.
Surely I’m not supposed to burn him.
I don’t think there are any circumstances under which I could do that.
He’ll get up. He hates it when I’m melodramatic.
While I wait for him to revive, I listen for sounds of scrabbling at the cliff’s edge. I half-expect Ryodan to drag his broken, bloody body up over the edge. Maybe he’s not really dead, either. After all, we’re in Faery, maybe, or at least within the Silvers—who knows what realm this is? Might the water here have rejuvenating powers? Should I try to get Barrons to it? Maybe we’re in the Dreaming and this terrible thing that has happened is a nightmare, and I’ll wake up on a couch in Barrons Books and Baubles and the illustrious, infuriating owner will raise a brow and give me that look; I’ll say something pithy, and life will be lovely, chock-full of monsters and rain again, just the way I like it.
No scrabbling in the stones and shale.
The man with the spear in his back doesn’t move.
My heart is full of holes.
He gave his life for me. Barrons gave his life for me. My self-serving, arrogant, constant jackass was the constant rock beneath my feet, willing to die so I could live.
Why the hell would he do that?
How do I live with that?
A terrible thought occurs to me, so awful that for a few moments it eclipses my grief: I would never have killed him if Ryodan hadn’t appeared. Did Ryodan set me up? Did he come here to kill Barrons, who was never invincible, merely difficult to kill? Maybe Barrons could be killed only in h... --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
- Publication date : January 18, 2011
- File size : 3930 KB
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 689 pages
- Publisher : Delacorte Press (January 18, 2011)
- Language: : English
- ASIN : B003EY7IRC
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Enabled
- Lending : Not Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank: #35,004 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
- Customer Reviews:
Top reviews from the United States
There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later.
I can't write about what this book discloses, reveal, what it was about because the network KMM built, the foundation she shakes, the beautiful web that is woven between all characters.. any insight I give is an ultimate spoiler. Calling it a spoiler would be euphemistic; I find it damn near sacrilegious to reveal a damn thing prematurely, before the reader has had the chance to discover every secret and revelation for his or herself. I won't rob you of this bliss!
That's what this whole book was! A blissful though dizzying rush of events, delectably stymied by soooo many conflicting emotions, full and overwhelming! I was so engrossed in this book. I questioned everything. I followed my internal compass and I was Mac! That's what KMM does. She hypnotizes you to living in a world she creates and you won't know reality from nought! I am not just talking flowery words! I mean this. This review is a confessional! to my future self when I revisit this book! Shadowfever was spellbinding, layered with characters as complex as the circulatory system!
If you haven't read KMM's works, you are in for a true treat. Read them and then revisit this series and she tells 3 tales in one! So many of my favorite characters revisited! Even my imagining of The Dreaming is reconstructed. And lastly, a yearning I didn't even recognize, we get to see the true tale of the Unseelie King and his Queen.
I will never forget JZB. That is all. He does not waste words and I have been generous with mine. He is perfect imperfection. And he is a liar:
“I’m not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I’m not the antihero, either, so quit waiting to discover my hidden potential. There’s nothing to redeem me.”
One more thing imma add, I. keep going on... this book has so many OMG moments, and HOW? WTF! I took a tally as I read and made notes. I took HELLA notes! Surprised and confused and many ' ah hahs! I was right!". This book answered as many questions as it raised: Christian, Dani, Keltars, the 8, the 'sabbatical'... I need more!
Because I couldn’t possibly write a review for each of these books individually, this is a review of the original Fever series (books 1 through 5). Not only would it be too difficult to review them on an individual basis, but it just wasn’t going to happen because I couldn’t stop long enough between books to even be bothered to write a review. I devoured these books.
This is so not my cup of tea. I’m a traditional girl. I like believability, relatability, and normalcy. I like original and unique stories but ones that could happen in real life. Fantasy or paranormal? Usually, we don’t mesh. This series is definitely an exception.
It did have drawbacks. It was long, at times very drawn out (mostly toward the end), and thoroughly confusing. I know it was the author’s intention to keep us guessing and on the edge of our seats, but it got to the point where I had hardly any idea what was going on and it became frustrating. There are so many different facets to this story, so many unnatural laws at play, that it’s hard to keep everything straight. The game is constantly changing, there’s so many players, and the board is unfathomably large. Every time you think you’re winning, Moning has rewritten the rules.
But in her defense, it does keep you interested. You become desperate to know what happens. You root for good to trump evil and you rethink what it means to be either one. I was so drawn in to this story and the unforgettable, gripping characters.
Mac and Barrons are damn near perfection. Their chemistry is like nothing I’ve ever experienced between two characters. This is the ultimate slow burn. It doesn’t get any slower and hotter than these two. Their tension is so powerful. They make you feel so much by doing and saying next to nothing. They are unforgettable.
Take a step out of your comfort zone and read these books. You need to experience this world and these characters. Karen Marie Moning’s imagination is a work of art. I think if my brain was capable of creating a story of this magnitude, I’d go insane. It’s probably why she writes. Lucky for us.
KMM doesn't hold her imagination back at all. There are some really insane monsters in here and some even worse ones if you read the books after these first five.
The story could end here and be perfect. But if you dare want more, there's more plot and character growth in later books.
This book ties up all the questions and leaves everything resolved enough that it could all suffice. The thing about it is that if you made it this far, you obviously are invested in the story and it's impossible to not want more.
By the time this book ends, I love Mac. I hated her in the beginning. She was stupid and annoying. The other characters and slowly Mac, the plot, the imagination...those carried me through.
I had intended to stop my rereading after this, but now I want to see it all the way through again. It's irresistible.
Barrons is everything. I just can't help myself.
Top reviews from other countries
Despite the 5 stars, it's not perfect (but then what is?). Things I didn't like included the vast amount of internal dialogue and all that meadering in the silvers which was a little tedious, though probably important to enable Mac to change in the way she needs to. And then the romantic ending and Barrons' back-plot conclusions felt rushed. If I was the woman in that romance I'd still see the guy as potentially about to disappear at any time and I'd at least have asked if he was going to stay with me. Maybe I needed the reassurance more than the character did!
I half wonder whether there was a more dramatic, not quite so happy ending originally planned, and it got changed last minute.
Either way, it shouldn't put you off and I'm nitpicking. The series is fantastic, the characters are so well drawn. I so wanted Barrons to break and the way Moning handled him was just right.
I love this series. It has everything: Strong characters, a great plot with unexpected twists and turns. Every time you think you know, the story takes you totally by surprise!
I love the way the characters have evolved over the series; especially Mac, who is embracing her darker side and Barrons, who allows his human nature to shine through more often.
I also like the fact that the characters are all 'real' in a sense, that none of them is deep, dark black or purely white. They are not what they seem at first sight.
Great series and I will definitely be reading all the books in this series.