Zoey is finally home where she belongs, safe with her Guardian Warrior, Stark, by her side, and preparing to face off against Neferet—which would be a whole lot easier if the High Counsel saw the ex-High Priestess for what she really is. Kalona has released his hold on Rephaim, and, through Nyx’s gift of a human form, Rephaim and Stevie Rae are finally able to be together—if he can truly walk the path of the Goddess and stay free of his father’s shadow…
But there are new forces at work at the House of Night. An influx of humans, including Lenobia’s handsome horse whisperer, threatens their precarious stability. And then there’s the mysterious Aurox, a jaw-droppingly gorgeous teen boy who is actually more—or possibly less—than human. Only Neferet knows he was created to be her greatest weapon. But Zoey can sense the part of his soul that remains human, the compassion that wars with his Dark calling. And there’s something strangely familiar about him…
Will Neferet’s true nature be revealed before she succeeds in silencing them all? And will Zoey be able to touch Aurox’s humanity in time to protect him—and everyone—from his own fate? Find out what’s destined in the next thrilling chapter of the House of Night series.
Dear House of Night series,
I know we’ve had a steady relationship since you came out in 2007. But I just can’t take this anymore. We used to be of like mind. We enjoyed the same things. You confided in me and I trusted you to tell a single story and move from point A to point B.
But you’ve changed. You’ve changed so much. I can’t stand it anymore. With all you POVs it’s like you’ve got multiple personalities. I thought that if I could just see you though Zoey’s trek into the Otherworld that we could be together again. That I could enjoy the stories you told me. That we could hate Neferet together. But now I know I was wrong to think that if I just hoped hard enough and stayed with you that I could change you.
But now it’s time for me to live my life. I’m giving up on what has become a stale relationship. I’m moving on. And trust me, it’s you, not me.
Merry meet, merry part and merry I’m never picking up another one of your books again,
PS: As always, I don’t give a rating for books I didn’t finish because maybe just maybe they turn out awesome in the end and I just didn’t have enough patience.