"The Feud Between Ever and Heaven Continues..."
Reviewed by Kathyrn Little
Posted June 8, 2012
Young Adult Paranormal
Readers of NIGHT STAR will be thrown right back into Ever
and Heavens'
world. Ever and Heaven are still feuding over the cause of
death of Heaven's boyfriend. Ever has to watch her back in
this NIGHT STAR. Heaven is determined to make her pay.
Jude and Damen represent another complication for Ever.
Ever is still discovering new facts and characteristics and
memories from her past lives, one of these memories clashes
with what she believes her relationship with Jude should
be. Although NIGHT STAR is just as fast-paced as its
predecessors, it seems like the series is getting a little
too long. Readers who may have expected NIGHT STAR to
conclude and tie up loose ends may be disappointed. The
characters are as dynamic and well-developed as always and
the events in the book will fly at readers, one after
the other. NIGHT STAR is recommended as book not to miss
for
fan of Alyson Noel's series.
SUMMARY
Best friends make the worst enemies—they know all your
secrets, your weaknesses, and just how to hurt you most... After fighting for centuries to be together, Ever and
Damen's future hinges on one final showdown that will
leave readers gasping for breath. Don't miss this
explosive new installment of the number one bestselling
series that's enchanted millions across the world!
ExcerptChapter One
"You'll never beat me. You'll never win this one, Ever.
It's impossible. You can't do it. So why waste your time?" I narrow my gaze and peer into her face—taking in her
small, pale features, her dark cloud of hair, the absence
of light in her hate-filled gaze. My teeth clenched tightly, voice low and measured, I
say, "Don't be so sure. You're running a serious risk of
overestimating yourself. In fact, you are overestimating
yourself. I'm one hundred percent sure of it." She scoffs. Loudly, derisively, the sound of it echoing
throughout the large empty room, bouncing off the plank
wood floors to the bare white walls, meant to scare, or at
the very least intimidate and throw me off my game. But it won't work. Can't work. I'm too focused for that. All of my energy concentrated down to one single point,
until everything else fades away and it's just me, my
readied fist, and Haven's third chakra-also known as the
solar plexus chakra—the home of anger, fear, hate, and the
tendency toward putting too much emphasis on power,
recognition, and revenge. My gaze narrowed on its location like a bull's-eye, right
smack dab in the center of her leather-clad torso. Knowing that one quick, well-directed jab is all it'll
take to reduce her to nothing more than a sad bit of
history. A cautionary tale of power gone wrong. Gone. In an instant. Leaving nothing behind but a pair of black stiletto boots
and a small pile of dust—the only real reminder that she
was ever here. Even though I never wanted it to get to this point, even
though I tried to work it out, tried to reason with her,
to convince her to come to her senses so we could move
toward some kind of understanding—cut some kind of deal—in
the end, she refused to give up. Refused to give in. Refused to let go of her misguided quest for revenge. Leaving me with no choice but to kill or be killed. Leaving me with no doubt of how this one ends. "You're too weak." She circles. Moving slowly, carefully,
her gaze never once leaving mine. The stiletto heels of
her boots assaulting the floor as she says, "You're no
match for me. Never were, never will be." She stops and
places her hands on her hips, head cocked to the side,
allowing a stream of glossy dark waves to fall over her
shoulder and hang well past her waist. "You could've let
me die months ago. You already had your chance. But you
chose to give me the elixir instead. And now you regret
it? Because you don't approve of what I've become?" She
pauses long enough to roll her eyes. "Well too bad. You
have only yourself to blame. You're the one who made me
this way. I mean, what kind of creator kills her own
creation, anyway?" "I may have made you an immortal, but you took it from
there," I say, the words firm, deliberate, ground out
between clenched teeth, despite Damen having coached me to
stay quiet, stay focused, to make it swift and clean, and
not unnecessarily engage her in any way. Save your regrets for later, he said. But the fact that we've found ourselves here means there
is no later where Haven's concerned. And despite what it's
come to, I'm still determined to get to her, to reach her,
before it's too late. "We don't have to do this." My gaze locks on hers, hoping
to convince. "We can stop right here, right now. This
doesn't have to go any further than it already has." "Ha, you wish!" she sings, gleefully mocking. "I can see
it in your eyes. You can't do it. No matter how much you
think I deserve it, no matter how much you try to convince
yourself of that, you're too soft. So what makes you think
it'll be any different this time around?" Because now you're dangerous—and not just to yourself, but
to everyone else as well. This time is different, entirely
different. As you're about to see... Curling my fingers so tightly my knuckles instantly
blanch, I steal a second to center myself, find my
balance, and replenish my light—just as Ava taught me to
do—while keeping my hand low and steady, my gaze fixed on
hers, my mind cleared of all extraneous thoughts, face
cleared of all extraneous feelings—as Damen recently
coached. The key is to give nothing away, he claimed, to move
quickly, with purpose. To get the deed done before she has
the chance to ever see it coming—won't even realize what
hit her 'til it's way past too late. Until her body has disintegrated and her soul's moved on
to that bleak, dreary place. Refusing her even the slightest opportunity to make a move
or fight back. A lesson learned on a long-ago battlefield that I never
thought would apply to my life. But even though Damen warned me against it, I can't keep
from apologizing. Can't stop the words forgive me from
coursing from my mind to hers. Seeing her respond in the
flash of pity that tempers her gaze before it's quickly
diminished by the usual mix of hate and disdain. Her fist rising-aiming for me—but it's too late. Mine's
already in motion, moving forward, in full swing. Slamming
right into her solar plexus, sending her reeling-spinning-
shattering-headed straight into the infinite abyss. The Shadowland. The eternal home for lost souls. Aware of my own sudden intake of breath as I watch how
quickly she disintegrates. Fragmenting so easily it's hard
to imagine she was ever once solid form. My gut churning, heart crashing, mouth so dry and parched
no words will come. My body reacting as though what just
happened before me—the act I just committed—wasn't just a
game of make-believe, but the horrifying real deal. "You did well. You were right on target, right on your
mark," Damen says, crossing the room in a fraction of an
instant, his warm, strong arms sliding around me as he
pulls me close to his chest. His voice lilting softly in
my ear as he adds, "Though you seriously might want to
lose the forgive me part until after she's gone. Trust me,
I know you feel bad, Ever, and I can't say I blame you,
but it's like we've discussed, in a case like this, it's
either you or her. Only one can survive. And if you don't
mind, I prefer it to be you." He runs the tip of his
finger down the length of my cheek, tucking a stray chunk
of long blond hair behind my ear, before he adds, "You
can't afford to give her any sign of what's to come. So
please, save the apology for after, okay?" I nod and pull away, still fighting to steady my breath.
Glancing over my shoulder at the pile of black leather and
lace on the floor. All that remains of the Haven I
manifested, before I blink it away and erase every trace. Stretching my neck from side to side, and shaking out each
of my limbs in a move that could be taken as either
letting off steam or preparing for more, Damen choosing to
interpret it as the latter when he smiles and says, "So,
another go then?" But I just look at him and shake my head. I'm done for the
day. Done with pretending to kill off the ghostly,
soulless form of a former best friend. It's our last day of summer, our last day of freedom, and
there are much better ways for us to spend it. Taking in the sweep of longish, wavy dark hair that spills
across his forehead and falls into those amazing brown
eyes, before drifting over the bridge of his nose, the
angle of his cheekbones, to the swell of his lips, where I
pause long enough to remember how wonderful they feel
against mine. "Let's go to the pavilion," I say, my eyes eagerly
searching his before moving on to his simple black tee,
the silk cord bearing the cluster of crystals that hides
underneath, all the way down to his faded denim jeans and
the brown, rubber flip-flops on his feet. "Let's go have
fun," I reiterate, taking a moment to close my eyes and
manifest a whole new costume change for myself. Swapping
out the T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers I wore to train in,
for a replica of one of the more beautiful, low-cut,
corseted gowns I sometimes wore in my Parisian life. And all it takes is one look at his clouded gaze to tell
me it's as good as done. The lure of the pavilion is
pretty much impossible to resist. It's the only place where we can truly touch without the
interference of the energy shield—where our skin can meet,
and our DNA mingle, without any imminent danger to Damen's
soul. The only place where we can disappear into another world
that holds none of the dangers of the one that we live in. And even though I no longer resent the limitations of our
life here, no longer pay it much notice now that I know
it's a direct result of my making the right choice, the
only choice, that my choosing to make Damen drink Roman's
elixir is the only reason he's still with me today-the
only thing that saved him from an eternity in the
Shadowland—I'm happy to accept his touch in any form that
it comes. But still, now that I know there's a place where it gets
so much better than this, I'm determined to get there, and
now would be good. "But what about practice? School starts tomorrow and I
don't want you to get caught off guard," he says,
obviously struggling to do what's noble and right even
though it's clear that our trip to the pavilion is as good
as done. "We have no idea what she's planned, so we have
to prepare for the worst. Besides, we haven't even gotten
to the Tai Chi yet, and I think we really need to. You'll
be amazed at the way it helps to balance out your energy—
recharging it in a way that—" "You know what else is good at recharging my energy?" I
smile, allowing him no time to answer before my lips meet
his, willing him to just say the word so we can go to a
place where I can kiss him for real. The warmth of his gaze filling me with a glorious swarm of
the tingle and heat only he can provide. Pulling away as
he says, "Fine. You win. But then you always do, don't
you?" He smiles, his gaze happily dancing with mine. Grabbing hold of my hand and closing his eyes, as the two
of us step through a shimmering veil of soft golden light. © Alyson Noël
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