Friday 22 February 2013

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Disconnect by Imran Siddiq
Series: Divided Worlds Trilogy, #1
Publication date: February 22nd 2013
Genre: YA Sci-Fi
In space, love has boundaries.

Dirtying fingernails in sewers is fast approaching worthlessness for Zachary, a 16-year old Underworld scavenger. When footage of an Overworld girl, Rosa, is discovered, his intrigue heightens at why she expresses sadness with a lavish lifestyle.

In meeting Rosa, Zachary is scorned by her opinion of the deprived. She pities him and provides a means for them to communicate. With time, friendship and something he’s never felt grows; love for another human. Knowing Rosa calls him when it suits her isn’t enough; he wants to meet her, but how? Relationships in Underworld are few, let alone the impossibility with those above the ceiling.

Underworld will suffer when plans to conquer Jupiter’s moon, Europa move ahead. Worse is Rosa’s father, a disgraced Overworld ambassador, approving the plan.

Zachary must defeat the prejudice of the worlds, sneak within opposing forces, lose friends and challenge Rosa’s sadness. In doing so, a twisted secret is uncovered that may devour the reason he lives; Rosa.


PURCHASE: 



Excerpt 


Chapter 1 - Worthless
Zachary stopped at the clunk under his boot.How had nobody seen the box? With a glance into the darkness of the
Wastelands, he licked his chapped lips.Taking the box, Zachary darted past heaps of tottering metallic sheets. So far
today, he’d scavenged nothing that was worth shoving into the pockets of his knee- length coat. If there was one thing to beat today, it was the pride-crashing kick to the guts of returning empty-handed for a fourth day. As the shortest scavenger of the stall at five foot six, a barren run made him the easiest target for teasing.
The stall’s heckles from the day before still chilled him. The quickest rat with the hunting skill of a slug.
But thoughts of leaving the vast Wastelands with only a handful of screws and two-inch nails drowned in his anticipation that the jingling in the box would be ratchets, fuses and battery cells.
Zachary sprinted along the ledge of the bay to an overhanging bank. Not even the sick rested amongst the rusty vehicles deserted here. Using his trusted titanium screwdriver, he teased off the knot of wires beneath the mesh. Why would anyone take trouble to wrap and then to discard this box?
Whatever, thought Zachary freeing the last clasp of the lid. Inside there was a folded note, a silver Intercom-transmitter, and an orange-tinted bracelet. Result! Twiddling his long, brown hair, he scrutinised the box for hidden compartments within the padded interior. The smooth texture couldn’t have started life in Underworld, could it?
Locked away from light, Underworld was a murky pit in comparison to the rich nature of Overworld that few had seen, and finds such as these were rare here. Luck placed Zachary within easy access of the clutter that lay on the west side of Underworld, the Wastelands. Spending most of his day amongst the sewer pipes didn’t bother him for it was far better than the dull lanes of District Two. No day was the same amongst junk. Every gush from the pipes revealed a new surprise.
Nobody knew how thick the ceiling was or why its creation blocked Underworld from the world above. Often Zachary pondered what exactly sat above the ceiling. He guessed unlimited power, droids with abilities that dwarfed the functions of humans, and a life that didn’t require working in muck. Short hours. Free time.
An eerie chill climbed his spine at imagining the scattered giant steel support pillars dropping aside? Would Overworld add to the mess of Underworld? Could the two worlds of the Galilei Research Base co-exist? No chance.
What did it matter? Underworld’s builders had left it to rot.
Zachary squinted in the darkness at the unbroken chain links on the bracelet and the deep dent in its centre. Components of music-playing Harmon bracelets weren’t difficult to locate, though one as complete as this? He clicked his teeth thinking of when a working bracelet had last been handed to the stall. Longer than five years at least. There was a harsh rattle as he shook the bracelet. If he fixed this, it could be enough to save him another day of shame.
More than that, he could show his dad that scavenging wasn’t a deadbeat job by putting some good food on the table.
The Intercom-transmitter, a communication device he’d often see in the hands of a ruthless looter, felt light in his palm. If this find functioned – he held his breath – then mushrooms for supper would become a memory. Zachary squirmed. Adjusting to the slimy, vomit-wrenching taste of mushrooms that thrived in abundance was at the bottom of his to-do list.
He rubbed his back against the carcass of a vehicle, his heart thumping. Maybe the Master of the stall would let him look behind the curtain?
Zachary’s hazel eyes reflected off the Intercom’s shiny shell. He rubbed the recognition pad underneath, not sure what to expect. Dull lights clicked along the screen’s circular pattern. Blue tinted static formed in the air a foot above the Intercom.
“What in Europa!” Zachary swiped the image. Signs of energy were a signal to the greedy. If any of the gangs roaming the dry deluge saw this, they’d seize the Intercom and snap his skinny limbs apart.
Coat over the Intercom, Zachary sunk deeper into the bank. He paused before returning his thumb to the pad. The blue static burst out again, accompanied by a disturbing cackle. A human head with long hair formed in front of him. The image rotated, showing blurs where the eyes and mouth should have been. An incomplete android? Or an Overworlder?
Zachary’s curiosity peaked. He’d never seen an Overworlder before and it wasn’t like he had a choice in that matter. Galilei’s distinct division prevented any
mixing. There was no doorway, window or ladder to allow sight or sound between the worlds. Yet, he held a gateway to one in his hand. Were Overworlders as perfectly skinned as he imagined them to be? Did they wash every day without scrounging for water under steam-filled pipes?
“Fourth of August 2340, 15:16,” said a young girl.
Shut up!
Zachary crammed the Intercom to his waist. A spark erupted in the centre of the device, and then it switched off. He gasped open-mouthed. Eyes closed, he bugged his memory to repeat her soft words. It was gone. Zachary rubbed the pad. Nothing. Inactive. Dead. Worthless. No – the Intercom could be salvaged. It could be worth ... something.
His eyes narrowed at the unfolded note. “Initial surveillance confirms the location. Continue with Project Centurion.” There was nothing on the reverse.
The word surveillance bothered him. It was what scavengers said when watching a lucrative drop point in the Wastelands. Did the girl write the note? Was she after someone?
Zachary tapped the Intercom. It didn’t make sense for anybody to write on paper if they were going to place it with a messaging device, unless they knew the Intercom to be faulty.
He shrugged, putting all three items into his pocket. The box weighed little, but it was valuable. Hooking a wire from the box to an inner seam of his coat to aid its hidden transport, Zachary smirked. The mushrooms looked closer to being history.
After snaking around the vehicles, he jumped onto a protruding sewer pipe to reach the upper level. Whirring sounds halted him. Eastwards, embedded turbines spun clockwise like a volatile drill within the high ceiling.
A drop was coming. Normally, Zachary would’ve dashed over bust circuit boards to reach the drop point. Instead he watched a triangular section of the ceiling, secured by hydraulic arms, eject downwards. Wind spurted ahead of blazing light before rock-like objects rushed out, followed by a rainstorm of particles in pursuit. Discarded rubbish of Overworld had entered his world.
Zachary’s eyes tightened upon other Underworlders swarming to the falling treasure. It was a good one-minute run away, and by the time they reached it, the Wasteland gangs would have fought one another for the glory. If the wired-box had
been part of that drop, there’d be steel cutting through bodies to get it. He shivered with thoughts of the carnage if they’d found the Intercom.
Emitters within the ceiling dimmed, ending the artificial day. Turning on his heels, Zachary took the southern route to the bartering camps of District Two.
He manoeuvred to the steep ladder against the gigantic heated pipe. Halfway up on the forty-fifth rung, Zachary gazed over the irregular horizon of the Wastelands scanning for a girl running between the swamps, searching for her box. Who was she?
On reaching the platforms jutting from a mountain of metal, Zachary moved into the bartering camp, avoiding locking eyes with the near-naked hut occupiers begging with their scrawny fingers. Drooped faces, similar in every way, shared cracked bowls of sludge. He considered them to be a clever scheme, detracting from the pick-pocketers groping his coat.
If anybody here owned an Intercom, they wouldn’t place it in a box, even for safekeeping. No – they’d solder it to their belts and some to their piercings. That wired-box had to have come from Overworld.
Zachary licked his lips. The Intercom wasn’t totally broken; some life inside remained, and that gave it a chance to be repaired. There was someone who could repair it, but he’d have to be quick. If Zachary’s dad found out that he’d messed around with a device rather than exchanging it for money, then he’d be in for a kicking.
Recessed between the huts of the rat seller and the cockroach grinder sat Zachary’s employer’s stall. A bullish man nodded, allowing him entry into the candlelit foyer. He spoke little to the other scavengers lining the room’s edge. Either their goods had been delivered, or they had nothing spectacular to show. He continued, descending to the symmetrically carved area underground.
At the front of a corridor, a middle-aged man mumbled at his desk as he scribbled into a paperbound book. Shekhar peeked over cracked spectacles, showing no amusement at Zachary’s tentative loosening of his fingers.
The Harmon bracelet glittered in the candlelight.Shekhar bit the lid off his red pen. “He already has many.”“This works.” Zachary yanked the bracelet away from the attempted snatch. “Whereabouts?”“The drop.”“A working Harmon, Mister Connor? Why would anybody throw it away?”
Zachary gulped. The stall’s beady-eyed Secretary wasn’t a man to irritate. “Why does anyone throw away anything?”
Shekhar murmured. Pushing his spectacles up onto the bridge of his nose, he led Zachary to the wooden door with depictions of men carrying building blocks and guiding barrows. Shekhar knocked three times.
Zachary exhaled upon entry into the Master of the stall’s five-cornered room. Air swept from Shekhar’s slam of the door didn’t detract from the heart thumps Zachary felt. He was seconds away from the padded curtain that hung behind the Master’s chair. Desperation at wanting to peek behind the curtain accompanied the slide of his heel. No – wait, there wasn’t time for the curtain, no matter how long it’d been since he’d gazed beyond it. Priority stormed his mind. Get home. Repair the Intercom.
Cobwebs pinned inside picture frames decorated the walls above stacked items and metallic gadgetry. Dust floated between the generous glows of the corner- mounted tubes of energy. Zachary passed the human skeleton standing there with sharpened pencils crammed into the holes and notches of its skull. It was a symbol of man stripped of protection whose purpose was to hold objects of use. Maybe that was the Master’s interpretation of Galilei; Underworld lived as the skeleton holding up Overworld.
A strange smell hooked Zachary’s nostrils. Of all the sewers he’d stepped in, this was by far the most rancid. Had something died here?
He drew near to the long, polished table in the centre of the room where Master Salvador “Biro” Burton sat observing him. The rear curtain skewered in place by copper rods tempted a grin.
Then, the thump of Zachary’s heart tightened.
On the table lay a male torso. No arms or anything below the waist. Splatters of blood and jagged cuts ran along its light brown skin. Charred muscles overlapped where the neck should have been. Zachary’s eyes swept the floor for dismembered limbs and the head. The rotting smell filled his lungs. A dead body? Here? Whose?
For a man who’d hoarded enough coins to build his own town, the Master’s scrawny state drew pity. Going on seventy years, Biro had entered beyond the final phase of life. Blemishes littered his sunken skin. He looked ill. Diseased. Almost like the skeleton in his room. But what the heck was the Master doing with a corpse? Glaring at the torso, Zachary rubbed his sweaty palms.
Biro twitched with a never-ending shake of his left leg. “Quite extraordinary, isn’t it? They’re now creating them to look like us.” His tone hummed between tainted teeth.
Zachary almost cried out. The corpse was an android! Impossible. It looked – too – perfect. Lines of blood-carrying veins could be made out above the region of the collar bone. Zachary shivered. Androids were pale, almost ghost-like. Where was the streaming-port that every android had on its abdomen? And why the blood, and the muscles?
“I suspect Overworlders are trying to integrate them deeper into their extravagant lifestyle,” continued Biro. “It’s rather artistic, isn’t it?”
“Did you find this?” Zachary gulped. It wasn’t his place to ask a question.
Biro’s smirk lasted a second. “Found in the most intriguing manner. Something almost flawless and no doubt expensive, yet, it came to rest here. Enough of that. Your find?”
Zachary handed over the bracelet. His eyes focussed on the padded curtain which was coloured black to prevent the sneakiest glimpse of the reward behind it. Zachary’s palms moistened as he clenched his anxious stomach. His thoughts stopped lingering on the torso.
After loosening the slim compartment on the bracelet’s edge, the aged Master directed a charged-stylus onto teeny cogs inside. The bracelet illuminated. Frozen in mid-twitch, Biro shuddered at the melody’s beginning. Soft strings gave way to a slowly building drumbeat.
An intensifying harp played, swaying Biro’s pleased face. “Shekhar will give you enough to treat yourself for this find.”
Zachary unhooked the box from his coat.Biro’s gaze sharpened. “What’s inside?”“I found it ... empty.” He looked at the curtain, knowing the Master would
interpret it without asking.“Going behind will forfeit any reward for the box,” Biro went on, seeing
Zachary’s furrowed brow. “Tell me. Why love something so far away?”“It lets me without asking,” replied Zachary.Spinning the bracelet twice to prolong the melody, Biro waved for Zachary to
continue. “You need to find yourself a girl”.
There was no point in Zachary fighting the urge. His breathing accelerated. Hands trembling under his chin, he went around the table, and then behind the curtain. Lights sparkled outside the awaiting window with greater strength than a thousand diodes. His heart raced quicker. The melody, behind him, peaked to a thunderous fanfare.
Remnants of Zachary’s breath frosted the glass as his eyes soaked up the atmospheric dense bands of the gas giant of space.
Jupiter.
He’d always thought that there was nothing more intriguing than this planet. Except now. Something new seeped into his mind; something that reduced the gas giant to a ball. Eyes closed, Zachary took a deep breath. He visualised the blurred face of a girl without eyes.
Who was she?

AUTHOR BIO
Imran Siddiq may have tried to leave Leicester a few times, but its become his place to wake up to two cats, freeze when the heating’s off and most of all, get down to writing. At a young age, his primary school teacher commented on his creativity and ability to tell stories.  At the age of 29, during a night in the jungle, the bug inside awakened, and for the last 5 years he’s been sacrificing every second that he can to write. A veteran of writing festivals, a presence on Twitter and gobbling up all forms of Star Wars and Lord of the Rings, he hopes he can bring a smile to others in the same way that he had, aged 5, reading with a torch under his duvet. Imran’s preferred genre  is YA Sci Fi, and he has a tendency to throw a droid in every novel.
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Wednesday 20 February 2013

Waiting on Wednesday; School Spirits

Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly event hosted by Breaking the Spine that spotlights upcoming releases that we are eagerly awaitng.

My pick for this week is.

Title: School Spirits
Author: Rachel Hawkins
Expected publication: May 14th 2013

Fifteen-year-old Izzy Brannick was trained to fight monsters. For centuries, her family has hunted magical creatures. But when Izzy’s older sister vanishes without a trace while on a job, Izzy's mom decides they need to take a break.

Izzy and her mom move to a new town, but they soon discover it’s not as normal as it appears. A series of hauntings has been plaguing the local high school, and Izzy is determined to prove her worth and investigate. But assuming the guise of an average teenager is easier said than done. For a tough girl who's always been on her own, it’s strange to suddenly make friends and maybe even have a crush.

Can Izzy trust her new friends to help find the secret behind the hauntings before more people get hurt? 

I loved the Hex hall series and cant wait to start on this spin off series.

Friday 15 February 2013

Author interview; Annabell Cadiz




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Lucifer Blog Tour
February
11-March 1, 2013




Lucifer

(Sons
of Old Trilogy, Book 1)

Author:
Annabell Cadiz

Genre:
New Adult, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, Supernatural

Synopsis:
Have you ever wondered what could be hiding in
the shadows?




Well, for eighteen-year-old Zahara Faraday, she
doesn’t have to wonder. You see she comes from a lineage of Light Witches,
those who have chosen to help protect and serve between the supernatural world
and the human world. The only problem is Zahara, like her father Solomon, is as
human as a human being can be whereas her mother, Mia, and her Aunt Catalina,
were born as Light Witches. As a family they hunt down rogue
supernaturals—creatures who harm humans or who have committed an act against
their kingdom. 




Zahara’s hunting skills are usually kept dormant
since her parents would prefer she live life as a normal human girl without
knowledge of the supernatural world. She plans on doing just that—except when
she finds a couple being attacked by fairies, she has no choice but to step in.
Before she can return to pretending to be blissfully ignorant, Zahara
encounters a problem she isn’t the least equip to handle: Bryan Hamilton, the
good looking new co-worker she has to help train. In a heartbeat, her best friend,
Becca King, has set her up on a double date with herself and her new crush,
Rekesh Saint-Louis, who happens to be the most powerful leader of the biggest
Imago Coven in South Florida –supernatural creatures with the ability to
control water . . . and suck out human souls. 




Zahara has no time to focus on how she’s going
to explain her double date with her best friend and the enemy they have a
tentative truce with to her parents because soon one of the members of Mia and
Catalina’s coven is found murdered with a strange tattoo of a snake with wings
carved into his arm.




Zahara is then thrown into a whirlwind battle
with an angel determined to have revenge against God, an Imago coven she
doesn’t think they should trust, and slew of dream-eating fairies and powerful
Nephilims, hybrid children of angels and humans, more than happy to rip her to
shreds.




Normal just got a deadlier definition.

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Interview with Author Annabell Cadiz



Lisa: What gave you the inspiration to write LUCIFER?

Annabell Cadiz: I was
inspired to write LUCIFER through writing the first book in the FALLEN ANGELS
SERIES, the series that follows after the SONS OF OLD TRILOGY. I had never
really thought about writing a prequel trilogy to the FALLEN ANGELS SERIES
until after I had written a few drafts of the first three books in the series
and needed to take a step back to decide what I wanted to do with the FAS. I
started thinking about maybe telling the story before the one that takes place
in the FALLEN ANGELS SERIES, which is centered around Lucifer’s war with
Heaven. I started thinking about how Lucifer came to the human world in
the first place, how he was able to have a child with a human woman, and if
that loved changed him. The details started falling into place and I decided to
turn it into a trilogy =)

Lisa: Who was your favorite character to write? And why?

Annabell Cadiz: Oh man!
This is always a tough question! I love all my characters. Each of them is fun
in their own way. But I do have a very special fondness for Leanian and
Chamuel. There isn’t too much of Leanian in LUCIFER but when he comes on, it’s
just hard not to love him. He’s so weird and has such a good guard up around
him. You can never tell what he’s thinking or how he feels. Chamuel is the sexy
bad boy your mother warns you to stay away from when you’re young *wink wink*
Being a fallen angel definitely makes him dangerous but he’s also got this
unnerving charm about him. You want to slap him really hard in the face but you
also want to kiss the hell out of him, too!

Lisa: An element that is lacking within the YA genre is the
importance of parents. What made you decide to have parents feature so heavily
in LUCIFER?

Annabell: LOVE this question! The original version of LUCIFER (the
very first version), Zahara had a mother but her mother fell into the category
of the Absentee Parent Syndrome that plagues the YA genre. When I had
approached replotting and rewriting LUCIFER, I hadn’t fully set out to have
Zahara and Becca’s parents play such a huge role in the book. I knew I wanted
their parents to be PRESENT and to ACTUALLY care about what the girls were
doing, but until I started writing, I didn’t know how much of a role they would
play. By chapter two, I knew they were going to be an intricate part of the
story and I was glad for it.

Parents are such an ESSENTIAL role to
a child’s life, even when a child has grown up and become an adult his/herself.
Parents are the BIGGEST and MOST POWERFUL influence a child has and I wanted to
showcase that in the SONS OF OLD TRILOGY.

Zahara and Becca are very close to
their parents. They are both the only child and so yes, their parents are WAY
overprotective. I have met parents like that. It’s not as unheard of as people
make it out to be.

The girls are exposed to danger
beyond the normal definition of danger on a daily basis. They know about the
supernatural world and they can’t just pretend it doesn’t exist. I think that’s
why Solomon, Mia, Adam, and Ariel can sometimes come off as if they are over
sheltering the girls. They know the dangers Zahara and Becca have to face every
day, they know they can’t protect them from the horrors as often as they would
like, they know they can’t give them a normal upbringing (at least in the case
of Zahara, whereas Becca and her family choose to be involved in their world).
I think that’s Solomon and Mia, Adam and Ariel’s, way of making up for what the
girls have to face. They are so aware of death being so close and as much as
they like to put on a brave face, it freaks them out. The idea of losing their
children because of the decision they made to be apart of the supernatural
world, fills them with guilt and doubt. There’s a scene in the book where Mia
questions if she has been a good mother for allowing her child to grow up
without actually being sheltered in the “normal” sense.

That’s what I love about the parents.
They’re so human and so desperately just trying to do the best they can to
protect what they consider their most precious gift: their daughters.

I think, as children, we forget just
how very human are parents are and how much they can break too from life. That’s
why I included parents in my book. It’s a reminder to how IMPORTANT parents are
in their children’s lives and how ABSOLUTELY VITAL and DEFINING that role is for a child.

The parents in my book are far from
perfect but that doesn’t make them any less good as parents. I think that makes
them more real, more relatable. Parents are amazing because they will fight the
depths of hell for their children and I wanted to remind the world just how
amazing that is.

(You can also read a post I wrote about parents included in LUCIFER: Mother, Father, Where Art Thou?)

Lisa: If you could invite any author dead or alive for
dinner who would it be?

Annabell: Awesome question! It’s a
tie between Edgar Allan Poe and Stephen King. That dinner would probably freak
me out, because I’m sure the two of them together could cook up a story to keep
me awake for weeks on end, but it would be amazing to watch it happen! The
original master of horror teaming up with the twenty-first century master of
horror. Let the madness begin! *muahaha*

Lisa: What's next? When is MICHAEL due out?

Annabell: Next is the second book in
the SONS OF OLD TRILOGY which, obviously, is entitled MICHAEL. As far as when
MICHAEL is due for publication, I don’t have an exact date, but I am aiming for
a May release.

As to what you can expect in MICHAEL:

Lucifer is on the move. As the
Faraday family remains vigilant, waiting for signs of his next attack, Lucifer
is remaining closer to them than they realize.

Becca and Zahara continue to train,
this time switching over to Charles’ boarding school. Becca is fighting to
convince her parents that Rekesh isn’t the enemy but when Rekesh’s coven gets involved
in a slew of deaths happening in the supernatural world and all blame falls to
his coven, Becca’s parents aren’t convinced. But Rekesh doesn’t believe anyone
within his own coven would murder and brand supernaturals with his coven’s
crest. He knows Lucifer is behind the killings but he has no idea why, and if
he did, he’d start preparing his coven for battle.

Zahara and Bryan are starting to form
comfortable friendship and Zahara gets surprised by the feelings she starts
developing for someone close to her.

There is murder, violence, fight
scenes, fallen angels, Nephilim, lots of sarcasm, and flirt fighting romance.
Everyone returns in the sequel. There are also TWO big players that come onto
the scene. One right at the beginning and the other at the end.

Side Note: I actually made a BIG change to the book today,
so originally I had said a character named Gabriel would play a role. He will no
longer be a character in the story.

Lisa: One final question: Can you set me up on a date with
Rekesh?  Sorry couldn't resist ;)

Annabell: Um, I think I’ll let Rekesh
and Becca take this ;) Thanks for all the awesome love, Lisa!

Rekesh: *smiles warmly* Well, Lisa, I
am very flattered you would think I am worthy of your time, and as much as I am
sure we would enjoy each other’s company, my heart is already spoken for and I do not wish to cause any sort of discord between you and Becca.

Becca: *snorts* Hey Lisa, I don’t blame you for
wanting to have some alone time with Mr. Dark and Sexy here, but I’m pretty
sure your husband wouldn’t be too happy about it. I mean we can double date and
all, but hands off the Imago, sista. And in case you forget, I got a can of
pepper spray attached to my belt and a Taser in my back pocket to remind you
(and any other girl with grabby hands) *smiles innocently*








About the
Author: 
Annabell Cadiz was born in the sweltering heat
of South Florida. She was raised surrounded by Puerto Rican chefs and band of
siblings that weren’t all related to her. A self-proclaimed nerd and
book-a-holic (her room does hold much evidence to prove her claims are
justifiable), she created TeamNerd Reviews to showcase her EXTREME love for
novels where, along with her best friend, Bridget Strahin, she hosts book
reviews, interviews, giveaways, Indie Shoutouts and much more. She also blog
tour services for authors. She also had the pleasure of being published in
three separate issue of Suspense Magazine. She also adores Cinnamon Teddy
Grahams, has an addiction to Minute Maid Orange juice, and is a proud Jesus
Freak.
Lucifer is Annabell’s debut
novel and the first book in the
Sons of
Old Trilogy
.






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Wednesday 13 February 2013

Review; Lucifer (Sons of Old Trilogy, #1) by Annabell Cadiz

Have you ever wondered what could be hiding in the shadows?

Well, for eighteen-year-old Zahara Faraday, she doesn’t have to wonder. You see she comes from a lineage of Light Witches, those who have chosen to help protect and serve between the supernatural world and the human world. The only problem is Zahara, like her father Solomon, is as human as a human being can be whereas her mother, Mia, and her Aunt Catalina, were born as Light Witches. As a family they hunt down rogue supernaturals—creatures who harm humans or who have committed an act against their kingdom. 

Zahara’s hunting skills are usually kept dormant since her parents would prefer she live life as a normal human girl without knowledge of the supernatural world. She plans on doing just that—except when she finds a couple being attacked by fairies, she has no choice but to step in. Before she can return to pretending to be blissfully ignorant, Zahara encounters a problem she isn’t the least equip to handle: Bryan Hamilton, the good looking new co-worker she has to help train. In a heartbeat, her best friend, Becca King, has set her up on a double date with herself and her new crush, Rekesh Saint-Louis, who happens to be the most powerful leader of the biggest Imago Coven in South Florida –supernatural creatures with the ability to control water . . . and suck out human souls. 

Zahara has no time to focus on how she’s going to explain her double date with her best friend and the enemy they have a tentative truce with to her parents because soon one of the members of Mia and Catalina’s coven is found murdered with a strange tattoo of a snake with wings carved into his arm.

Zahara is then thrown into a whirlwind battle with an angel determined to have revenge against God, an Imago coven she doesn’t think they should trust, and slew of dream-eating fairies and powerful Nephilims, hybrid children of angels and humans, more than happy to rip her to shreds.

Normal just got a deadlier definition.

My Thoughts
I loved this book from the moment I opened the first page on my kindle. Actually no, I loved this book from the moment I saw the cover, I mean how stunning are her eyes.

Zahara is a typical eighteen year old, enjoying the summer before college starts with her best friend Becca, well I say typical, perhaps being the daughter of a light witch isn't typical for most teenage girls but its the norm for Zahara.

I loved how in this book Zahara's parents had a big role in the book, in so many YA books parents seem to be massively missing, which always comes off unrealistic to me, so I was pleased to read a book that the parents.. if a little okay a lot over protective.. were featured and described pretty much how my parents were with me .

This book also as its fair share of  hotties I will hold my hand up and admit I have a huge boy book crush on Rekesh the leader of the Imago coven Zahara's parents have an uneasy truce with, I totally understood why Becca would risk so much just to try be with him, even if it did throw Zahara and Becca into unimaginable danger.
Then there is Bryan, Zahara's sort of boyfriend who is hiding a few secrets of his own

after a member of her parents coven is found dead with a strange tattoo on his arm things take a drastic turn. Lucifer is back and he as sworn revenge on God and needs Zahara to put his plans in motion

Lucifer  as everything a good book should have a Kick ass heroine with an awesome best friend, hot guys that are seriously full of  hotness epic fight scenes and an ending that made me want to demand the author release the the second instalment  now. all in all a firm Favourite for  me