Shadowland by Alyson Noel

ShadowLand is so intensifying and vibrantly undisputedly, hands down, thumbs up one of the best Young Adult books I have ever read. Though this is only the third installment to the series; the story unfolds with constant hooks; right when you think this book is going to end with a dreary conclusion it most certainly do not!!! I guess it should be expected when Ever founds out her boyfriend who claims to be her soul mate for the last 400 years when is immortal. Ever finds out about her immortality and that she also has been reincarnated for the last 400 years unlike her boyfriend Damen who cheated and drinks an elixir to keep him young, rejuvenated, and strong. They go through a series of ups and downs. Immortals rouges getting in the way of their infinite love ( Drina, Roman, etc) and the growing jealousies of friends. There is a bit more to how Ever turned out to be immortal with the help of her immortal boyfriend Damen when she was in the brink of death.

 This current installment to the Immortal Series is so mind consuming and a book you get pissed off at if you dont have the next part in tow. I went mad when I didn't have the last installment. It's different from the other books because, though we know about the immortality; it's more driven with the unknown and a hint of teenage drama, but it's more deeper and undeprived of the romance; with Ever searching for an antidote to the antidote that causes her and damen not able to be intimate, with the new boy who probably will get intimate with Ever, and Damens need to change and make up for all his past mistakes of  interfering with fate and being vain for those past 4 centuries.  Anyways you guys have got to read it!!!! It's amazing and I would tell you more ,but it would not be fair to our amazing author now would it?;)

Below is part 1 & 2 of the series:

                                       

                                       

The New World...Remake of Pocahantas

This is a picture from 'The New World'. It's the unanimated version of pocahantas and I can tell you guys I cried my eyes out. ( watch the movie with 'colors of the wind' music track you cry more). It's one of the most mesmerizing, exotic, and majestic films I have ever seen. When people think of pocahantas they don't think of the real person and historical figure whom broke the barrier for her people by going to england and standing as a represenative. They think of the cartoon, but her life was a heroic one and a short lived journey for she died at the age of 22. Many people claim to be related to her; people such as Nancy Reagan and Fashionista Pauline de something( I forgot). Take the initiative and read about her life. No one knows how she look like, but with out the thought of physical features, I believe  she was beautiful.

The Prophetess By Barbara Woods

Editorial Review:Feminist spirituality gets its own Celestine Prophecies, and the Vatican gets bashed, in Wood's new novel (after Virgins of Paradise, 1993). In December 1999, archeologist Catherine Alexander discovers in the Sinai desert six papyrus scrolls written in ancient Greek by a female leader of the early Christian church. The scrolls' reference to a Seventh Scroll, in which the secret to eternal life is supposedly revealed, convinces Alexander that her findings could revolutionize Christianity and undermine what she sees as the male-oriented authority of the Church. Determined to prevent suppression of the controversial writings, Alexander smuggles them back to California, where she is pursued by the Vatican, the Egyptian and U.S. governments, the media and Miles Havers, a ruthless computer software mogul who collects religious artifacts. When the handsome Father Michael Garibaldi saves Alexander from an assassin's bullet, and joins in her dangerous mission to find the ancient epistle, a romance blossoms, underscoring both parties' religious dilemmas. The action, bolstered by a clever if trendy use of the Internet, comes fast; but so does the preaching, which will alienate some readers with its anti-Church stance (if the scrolls predate St. Paul's writings, "the entire authority-base of the Catholic Church and the papacy would be blown out of the water!") and others with its undiscriminating theology ("As you believe, so shall it be"). Still others, however, will relish Wood's passionate New Age message, as well its Redfield-inspired packaging. 

Daughter of the Sun by Barbara Wood

Daughter of the Sun is a superb book full of adventure and emotions, let me tell you! It's about a girl named Hoshi'tiwa. She is the beautiful daughter of a corn grower and a famous potterer. She awaits the day for her to get married to the villages famous story teller apprentice, but dreadfully the day never came. Hoshi'tiwa is captured by Dark lord. The powerful and most dangerous ruler of the the city. her endeavor was not made in vain. Her role as a heroine was well established. she changed the Dark Lord to a love besotted foul, who was sweet from the beginning, but his attitude from a previous lost love has made him careless of the people he rule, so his underlings take responsibility to rule. However, once Hoshi'tiwa and the Dark Lord become lovers; everyone is out to destroy them; those closest to them, because they want to keep the darkness in the city alive. All I have to say is that this book is mesmerizing  and one of the most MAJESTIC books I've had ever read!!!! The SADDEST part is the Surprise. Which will have you crying till the next morning!!! This book written by Barbara Woods again contains magic to the tenth degree and it will have you holding your breath hoping that the 2 characters will make it through.

Below is an excerpt from the 1st Chapter! Enjoy!!
Chapter 1 The runner sprinted down the paved road, his heart pounding with fear. Although his feet were bleeding, he dared not stop. He looked back. His eyes widened in terror. He stumbled, fought for balance, and pushed on. He had to warn the clan. A Dark Lord was coming.

Ahoté could not help his forbidden thoughts. There sat beautiful Hoshi’tiwa, just a hundred paces from where he stood at the Memory Wall, radiant in the sunshine as she spun cotton ribbons for her bridal costume. She looked so happy in front of her small adobe house shaded by cottonwood trees, with the fresh stream trickling nearby. All she had been able to talk about was the coming wedding day. But all Ahoté could think about was the wedding night. His father pinched him. Under the elder’s tutelage, eighteen-year-old Ahoté was reciting the clan history, using the pictographs painted on the wall as a guide. Each symbol represented a major event in the past. And as there were too many events recorded on the Memory Wall—symbolized by spirals, animals, people, lightning strikes—for the clan to remember, it was the job of one man, He Who Links People. This was the sacred calling to which young Ahoté was apprenticed and upon which he must concentrate. But his mind was wandering. His father scowled. Takei did not understand the boy’s lovesick state. When Takei had wed, years ago, a girl chosen by his parents, he had done his duty, begetting many children on her. He had never wasted his time in moony-eyed daydreaming and sexual fantasies. Sex was for creating children, not for idle amusement. If Takei had ever taken pleasure in the intimate act, he could not recall it. He glowered at his son. Lovesickness was exactly that—a sickness, and Ahoté’s mind was so infected with it, he could not concentrate on his recitations. If only the wedding day could be brought forward, Takei thought, tomorrow perhaps, so the boy could flush the lust out of his system. But the shamans had cast the fortunes of all involved and had declared that the soonest good-luck day was yet three months away! Takei experienced a ripple of fear. Lust and love seduced a man’s mind from his holy works. Was the boy in danger of weakening before the wedding, risking a spiritual pollution that would profane his sacred task? A dour, unhappy man who believed the gods had singled him out for a life of bad luck, Takei wished now he had not given in to Ahoté’s pleas to marry Hoshi’tiwa, wished he had had a matchmaker find a girl in another settlement, one not as pretty and clever as Sihu’mana’s daughter. Takei’s only hope was that this was just a phase, a matter of Ahoté wanting something he couldn’t have. Some men were like that, hungering for the out-of-reach, like desiring a married woman. Hoshi’tiwa was forbidden to Ahoté right now, and that fired the blood. But once he could have the girl anytime he wanted, day or night, the fever would leave him. Or so Takei prayed. As Ahoté’s hungry gaze strayed again to the lovely Hoshi’tiwa sitting in the sunshine, her poppy-red tunic a bright warm beacon, his boy’s body stirring with a man’s desires as he thought of his coming nights as a husband, another sharp pinch on his arm brought him back to the lesson, and he recited: “And then the people knew the Spring of Abundant Hunting, when elk came down from the plateau to offer themselves as food.” The symbol painted on the wall was an elk with arrows in its body. The last symbol on the wall was a circle with six lines trailing it, marking the sighting of a comet streaking the sky the summer before. No new symbols had been added since because nothing of significance had taken place. As he recited for his father, Ahoté wondered what new symbol would be added next, continuing the clan’s long history.
Far down the highway, which cut through the vast plain and between plateaus, the runner fell, his right knee cracking in pain. As he struggled to his feet, he felt in the paving stones of the wide highway the vibrations of the thundering feet of the advancing army. He swallowed in terror, tasted blood and salt on his tongue. The cannibals were coming.
Hoshi’tiwa looked over at handsome Ahoté at the Memory Wall, his sinewy body gleaming in the sun as he wore only a loincloth, and her heart swelled with love and hope. Life was good. Spring flowers bloomed everywhere. The nearby stream ran with cool fresh water and fish. The clan was healthy and prosperous. And Hoshi’tiwa, seventeen years old, was looking forward to her wedding day. She sat in the sunshine at the base of the cliff, spinning cotton for her bridal costume. She sat cross-legged as she twirled a wooden spindle up and down her thigh, deftly plucking clean fibers from a basket filled with carded cotton and adding them to the growing thread that would be dyed and woven into a ribbon for her hair. All around her the clan was going about the daily business of living: the farmers planting corn, women tending cook fires and watching the children, and the potters creating the rain jars for which her clan was most famous. As she spun her cotton, Hoshi’tiwa did not know that on the other side of the world, a strange race of people had named this cycle of the sun the Year of Our Lord, 1150. She was unaware that they rode on the backs of beasts, something her own people did not do, and used a tool called a wheel to transport goods. Hoshi’tiwa knew nothing of cathedrals and gunpowder, popes and Crusades, nor did she know that those strange people gave names to their canyons and rivers and hills. Hoshi’tiwa’s settlement had no name. Nor did the nearby stream, nor the mountains that watched over them. Many years in the future, another race would come to this place and apply names to everything they saw and walked upon. Two hundred miles to the southeast of where Hoshi’tiwa felt warm sun on her arms, a town would be established and called Albuquerque. The area surrounding it for 120,000 square miles would be known as New Mexico. The young bride did not know that centuries hence, strangers would roam the land to the north of her settlement and call it Colorado. There was only one place, far away in the southeast, that she knew by name, Center Place, so called because it was the hub of trade and communication for her people, and an important religious center. Even so, centuries hence, the name of Center Place would be changed to Chaco Canyon, and men and women known as anthropologists would stand in the ruins at Chaco Canyon and speculate and argue and debate and theorize over what they called the Abandonment. They would wonder, those people in the far future, why Hoshi’tiwa and her people, whom the anthropologists would incorrectly call Anasazi, had vanished so suddenly and without a trace. Hoshi’tiwa was ignorant of the fact that she would one day be part of an ancient mystery. Had she known, she would argue that there was nothing mysterious about her life. Her clan had lived at the foot of this escarpment for generations, and in all those centuries, little had changed. Hoshi’tiwa was a simple corn grower’s daughter who counted her blessings, secure in the knowledge that tomorrow would be the same as yesterday. Her thoughts broke like a bubble when she saw Ahoté, while his father’s back was turned, gesture to her. It was their private signal. She knew what it meant: At the first opportunity, he wanted to be alone with her. She nodded in secret response. And her heart began to race.
The runner fell again, stamping his blood into the road’s sandstone surface, his knees scraped and bleeding, his bones screaming in pain. He could save himself, he knew, by running to the left, off the highway and down a narrow ravine that would shield him from the approaching army. But the people in the settlement were his kin. They were relying on him as the lookout to warn them in times of danger. Other families—entire settlements—were now completely gone because they did not have lookouts to warn them when the Jaguars came. If he died at the end of his run, at least his family would survive. And so he pushed on.
Hoshi’tiwa’s mother paused in her labor at the grinding stone, where she was turning corn into flour, and squinted up at the sky. The world looked right, but it didn’t feel right. She glanced around. There was young Maya, sitting in the shade of a cottonwood tree, breast-feeding her great-grandfather. Though her baby wailed in its basket on her back, it would have to wait until the elder was fed. The old man had long since lost his teeth, and now he was having difficulty swallowing gruel. Therefore, after the age-old custom of keeping the precious elders alive—for they alone had memories of what went before—his great-granddaughter nourished him with her own milk. From the mudbrick dwelling next door came screams through the gaping doorway. Hoshi’tiwa’s mother could see, in the darkness, her friend Lakshi, on her knees, her arms over her head with her wrists tied to a rope suspended from the ceiling. Kneeling in front of Lakshi and behind her, two midwives coaxed the babe into the world. All things normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Yet something was wrong. The air was too still, sounds too muted, sunlight too golden. Was this the day, Sihu’mana wondered, the day she had dreamed about in troubled sleep long ago? Had it come at last? Or was it just a mother’s nervousness before a wedding? Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden cry. At the western terminus of the canyon, where the adobe houses ended and a dense forest of cottonwoods began, a cluster of boulders stood upon ground that had been declared sacred generations prior. Here the sun-watcher priest marked the cycles of the sun as it journeyed back and fo.

A Woman Worth Ten Coppers by Morgan Howell

 “She was painfully aware that when the door opened someone would emerge to exchange a few coins for her. Yim had never felt more miserable or so utterly forsaken. Soon someone else would claim her body, and only her soul would be wholly hers.” (p. 21)   Amazon Description:

Seer, healer, goddess, slave–she is all these things and more.Yim is a young woman suddenly cast into slavery, a gifted seer with a shocking secret–and a great destiny. Honus is a Sarf, a warrior dedicated to the service of the compassionate goddess Karm. A Sarf’s sole purpose is to serve a holy person called a Bearer. But Honus’s Bearer has been killed by the minions of an evil god known only as the Devourer. Masterless and needing someone to bear his pack, Honus purchases Yim for the price of ten coppers–and their fates are forever entwined.
Below is an Excerpt from chapter one Ennnjoy!!!

ONE
The wagon resembled a tiny house on wheels. Pots and other wares dangled from its eaves and clanked against the rig’s wooden sides as it slowly ascended the mountain road. By dusk, the driver reached his destination, a lonely hut perched near the edge of a cliff. A circle of half-buried stones surrounded the structure, marking it as a Wise Woman’s home. After halting the horses, the driver remained seated and chanted under his breath. The verses were supposed to bring tranquillity. They failed, for the man was convinced that the hut didn’t mark the end of a long and arduous journey, but rather the beginning of a far more perilous one.

The man stopped chanting when he heard a door close and footsteps on the frozen ground. He turned to see a white-haired woman approach. She halted and scrutinized him. “The wagon looks right,” she said at last, “but you don’t look the peddler.”

The man bowed his head respectfully. “I’m a Seer, Mother.”

“Aye, you have that temple softness to you.” The woman sighed. “So, no skill with arms?”

“None at all. The goddess will protect her.”

The woman shook her head. “Nothing’s certain. As a Seer, you should know that better than I.”

“I’ll do my utmost,” said the Seer. “I was told I’m to play her father.”

“Aye, so show her no deference. That could betray her.

And you should leave the morrow. When spring comes, the roads will turn to mud.”

“Where shall I take her?”

“South.”

“Toward trouble?”

“Aye, indeed. But that’s what’s been revealed.”

“And nothing more?”

“Not yet. Until then, best you pick the road. When she makes choices, her heart sways her overmuch.”

The man turned his gaze southward before descending from his seat. The ground dropped just a few paces away, and from his perch, the ridges of the highlands looked like crumpled garments cast from the peaks above. Below, a small village nestled in one fold, its homes already shuttered for the night. The plains beyond were obscured as the world turned dark.

The hut’s door opened, spilling light and catching the man’s attention. Someone peered from the doorway. “Is that her?” he whispered.

“Aye,” replied the Wise Woman. She raised her voice. “Yim! Come here.”

The Seer studied the advancing figure.  She’s only a girl! he thought, judging her age as eighteen winters. He feared her appearance would draw attention, for she was lithe and comely, with large dark eyes and flowing hair. She wore a shift of gray wool, a matching cloak, and sturdy boots. In peddler fashion, her cloak was festooned with ribbons, each lightly stitched in place to permit quick removal and sale. They fluttered as she walked.

“Yim, tend the horses,” said the Wise Woman. “This man will show you how.” Then the elderly woman sought the warmth of the hut, leaving the two alone.

“Have you ever fed a horse?” asked the Seer.

“Only goats and sheep,” replied Yim, regarding the animals warily.

“I’ll show you what to do. Follow me.” The Seer walked to the back of the wagon, opened its door, and retrieved two cloth sacks with straps attached. “These are nose bags,” he said. “They fit on the horses’ heads so they can feed in harness.” He uncovered a large barrel affixed to the wagon’s rear. It contained oats and a scoop. “Put two full scoops in each bag.”

After Yim did that, the Seer demonstrated how to attach a bag. Then he observed Yim carefully as she affixed the other one. While she appeared intimidated by the horse, she didn’t shrink from it. That was all he could observe, despite his heightened powers of perception. Realizing that Yim’s inner qualities were veiled against his gaze, he sought to probe her through conversation. “Your guardian said we should leave tomorrow. Are you familiar with the roads?”

“I’ve never been more than a day’s journey from here.” Yim turned her eyes toward the plains, which were black beneath the fading sky. Her gaze lingered there as though she saw something within the shadows. The Seer noticed that Yim froze as a fawn does at the scent of wolves. After a moment, she stirred and said, “So, you spoke with my guardian. What did she say about me?”

“Very little.”

“Did she tell you I lack sense?”

“No.”

A wry smile passed over Yim’s lips. “She will, ere we depart.”

They headed out at first light after receiving a terse farewell from the Wise Woman, who retreated to the hut before the wagon reached the road. The Seer drove the team from the broad seat at the wagon’s front. Yim sat next to him, bundled against the cold in her cloak and gazing at familiar scenery that she would never see again. It was a long while before she spoke.

“I know that I must call you ‘Father,’ but is your true name Theodus?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“That name was revealed to me. I’m supposed to follow his footsteps. Since you’re my guide, I thought my vision referred to you.”

“The goddess is your guide. I merely drive the wagon.”

“My guardian said you’re a Seer. Doesn’t Karm speak to you?”

“I find children for service in the temple. I’ve never had a vision.”

“So how do you know where to take me?”

“I don’t. Karm will tell you what path to take.”

“But my vision only said to head southward. I thought that you would . . .” Yim’s face reddened. “If you don’t know where to take me, why did you bother to come?”

“The Wise Woman sent for me. She said you were ready.”

“Well I’m not, if I’m supposed to know the way. You’re a Seer. Why didn’t you foresee that?”

“The future’s not ordained. The most a Seer can hope to foretell is what’s likely. I can’t even do that.”

Yim sighed. “Then what’s likely is that we’ll wander for moons. I haven’t had a vision since autumn, and my visions often make little sense. Sometimes I’m shown things I don’t understand. Even when Karm appears to me or I hear her voice, her guidance isn’t always useful. How can I follow Theodus if I’ve never met him?”

“Time often reveals a vision’s meaning,” replied the Seer. “Time and contemplation.”

“That’s not much use nigh sunset when the road forks and you must choose which way to take.”

Yim resumed gazing at the landscape. Though it remained in winter’s grip, patches of bare earth had appeared beneath the barren trees. The palette of gray, brown, and dirty white matched Yim’s pessimistic mood, and it was a while before she made another attempt at conversation. Turning to the Seer, she asked. “Have you done this often?”

“What?”

“Delivered girls to their destinies.”

“There have been no other girls. There will be no others.”

“But the Wise Woman said I’m no one special.”

“You’re Karm’s servant, as are we all, and humility befits a servant,” replied the Seer. “Yet the goddess chose you alone for this task. You mustn’t fail.”

“If the goddess wants me to succeed, how can I fail?”

“Karm’s benevolent, but the world is not. If men are to be free, then they must be free to choose evil, and many have. It’s always a struggle to fulfill the goddess’s will.”

Yim sighed. “I’ve heard that talk all my life. I thought I was leaving it behind.”

The Seer gave Yim a sympathetic look. “Was it hard living with the Wise Woman?”

“Hard enough.”

Yim’s thoughts turned to her upbringing. It had been not only hard, but also unusual. She knew the name and virtue of every herb, where each grew, and when to harvest it, but she had never played a game or had a single friend. Yim had been a small child when she was given to the Wise Woman, and for a long while, she had believed her life was normal. True, she had never known her mother, and her father vanished after the Wise Woman took charge, but being young and living in isolation, she took her circumstances for the way of things. Thus she thought all girls were taught to read and learned secret arts that they must never mention. She even assumed that everyone had visions.
Over time, Yim shed those illusions. As she grew older, Yim accompanied her guardian not only when she gathered herbs, but also when she practiced healing or midwifery. Through those excursions to nearby farms and to the village, Yim made contact with girls her age. They had some things in common: Like them, Yim had been taught to cook, mend clothes, and tend animals. She also knew how to make cheese, a common accomplishment in the highlands. However, none of the girls could read, and Yim doubted they had late-night lessons in even more arcane arts. But the girls differed most from Yim in that they would spend their lives in the highlands and Yim knew that wasn’t to be her fate.

“You’ve been singled out,” said the Wise Woman when Yim reached her twelfth winter, “and all your life has been preparation for one task.”

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GhostLand by Jory Strong

Another book that is part of my Uber Fiction Collection is Ghostland  by Jory Strong. This book is a beautifully written and erotic consuming story. The world as we know it today was detroyed; turned into a post-apocalyptic world where all supernaturals do not want to play hide, but seek and throughout the years many humans has perished, But only 1 women can change that. Aisling McConaughey. Taken away from her adoptive family from a farm. And sent to put her gift as a shameness/clairvoyant to use, but what she doesn't know will kill her. Aisling  is put to the task by an evil priest to find the source of this drug that allows people into the ghost realm where some experience sexual release or dies. This takes her into the hand of a sensual savage---- a demon Djinn; Prince Zurael en Caym. The Prince fall in lust than in love with Aisling instead of killing her, but that cost him dearly for falling in love with a supposed human(not). This Book is trully amazing.
A forbidden love between a Demon Prince and a Powerful Shameness. Angels who will no longer be what you thought them to be, but evil and hateful creatures.  A world where you would want to be the heroine and the two main characters has to choose between honor or a love that can last a life time. I most Definently Reccommend!!!!!.
Book 2 below is a continuation of Aisling McConaughey and her lover Djinn prince Zuraels Odyssey!. Where I believe she finds who she really is. Who is her mother and who is the poerful man whom holds her faith in the ghost realm they call her father!!!

Queen of the Orcs: Kings Property by Morgan Howell

Queen of the Orcs is a beautiful tale. Dar a highland girl from the north is betrayed by her family. She is given to the king kregants army. Where she is surrounded by to-eager-to kill soldiers and  Orcs (monsters) she has only heard by mouth are horrible, killing, and cruel creatures, but that all changes when she meets Kovok-mah; an orc. Dar is constantly provoked and hated on, because she has spirit and audacity and all the men in the army wants her and the women hate her for that.However, Dar again is betrayed and learns to hate men and distrust them. She forms a bond with the legendary Orcs whom are known as brutal killers and their Goddess Muthi. While being pursued by an enemy who wants her dead, Dar learns that Men are her worst enemy and turns to the protection of a soft hearted Orc Kovok-mah. Little by Little you will see that Dar gains title and respect from the so called monsters and she becomes notorious. At yhe end she leads whats left of them to safety with the wisdom and foresight given to her by the Orcs Goddess Muthi.

These are Book 2 and Book 3

Women of a Thosand Secrets by Barbara Woods

                     This book is by Barbara Woods. She is a phenominal author. Not much people read her books, but their an excellent read. Women of a thosand secrets is just one of the many excellent books she wrote, there is  Daughter of the Sun and The Prophetess; her books are mostly Historical Romance and doesn't contain explicit sex scenes. They are rather vague, but you forget about the intimate connection and everything, because the plot of the books are intensifying. In all her books you will follow a strong minded and audacious heroine and their will be a part when you wish you were in that characters place.
                     This amazing tale is about a women/girl named tonina. She was found on the border of the sea. She became an obvious outcast, because she looked different from anyone on the Island, but soon you will notice she wasn't different at all. Nor as homely as they called her in the book. This book is also pycologically challenging. You begin to wonder and ask' What makes a person different? 'Is it because they are diiferent form us?' Are we different from them?'. Through out toninas' endeavor she is shipped  onto this place called the Main Land. Where she meets a variety of people from different cultures and ethnicity. This is after her guardians sent her away from the Island and she had traveled a dangerous trip with a man who wanted to get rid of her or should I say feed her to the sharks. The quest to find her people,  eventually,brings her to meets a man whom is exactly like her ( he is married, but they get together faster than you'd think) and is suprised and suspicious. On the Main land he is percieved as handsome as is Tonina. Eventhough, Tonina was considered ugly on her old Island. This book holds magic and imagination to the 10th degeree. It will captivate you ,because the entire book is based on belief. The characters in the book are highly superstitious and believes in old myth. They survive by believing in myth and magic.I warn you you will begin to get confused ; you will try to decipher what is true within the story and what is plain fiction.LOL. In this book you will find that the heart excels the mind. So I absolutely recommend.

DREAM FEVER....A MUST BUY!!!

HEY, everyone I'm here to introduce you to a new book that recently came out. It is called Dream Fever by Karen Marie Moning. It is also part of my 'UBER FICTION' collection.It's part of a series , so I recommend you buy the 3 books that came before it. In order Blood Fever, Dark Fever, Fae Fever, and last , but not least DREAM FEVER!!!.
This book is a must buy111!!!!. I have never read a more perfect urban/erotic fantasy in my life. I'll give you an elaborate summary on all the books combined.
It's about a girl named Mackayla or Mac. She looks like your average everyday looking barbie with the pretty blue eyes and blonde hair, this girl has more the lurks beyond the rainbow. The story is amazing!!!!. first she sets out to uncover the reason for her sisters death which took place in Ireland. and from there its history. Mac is a born Sidhe-seer and out of all her sister-seers she is the only one that can sense the sinsar-dubh. A book that holds magical spells and can lead to the end of the world and what not.Through out the story you'll meet some intersting people like a man named Jericho Barrons. He is the most mysterious through out the book. A bod boy who lived thousands of years and no one I mean no one know what he is or his motives for wanting the sinsar-dubh. However, Mac helps him. hEY!!!! maybe its cause they love each other, but Barrons is cruel and say the most hateful things like:
"We fucked, Ms. Lane. Even cockroaches fuck. They eat each other too." WoW. well I loved him already as a character and a man.LOL. And V'lane the fairy prince, atleast one of the 4 princes( Oh! no one know who really is the 4th prince is yet, but he rapes mackayla and truned her pri-ya)(I'll get bac to what Pri-Ya is) He wants Mac and some stuff about him you'll have to read about him that I dont want to get into right now. And Pri-ya is when a female turns to a sex crazed bitch. who only feeds by getting sex all the time and is turned on by the most smallest and insignificant touch, because their highly sexually sensitive. they forget who they are and everything else except sex,sex,sex.However, they might not want it but their body tells them otherwise and they have no contrl over it. Its like an addiction.

OK!!!! So stop Fecking reading this already and buy the book!!!! Borders is having a sale get it cheaper while it last. Leave comments !!!!!!! and if your not sure about this book read the first one at:
http://www.suvudu.com/freelibrary/
And check out the authors Page at:
www.karenmariemoning.com

(Uber Fiction means Urban Erotica Fiction) something i made for fun!

THE HOST by Stephanie Meyer

by Stephenie Meyer, is an exciting and thought-provoking post-invasion story.
It's been years since parasitic aliens calling themselves "Souls" have invaded Earth and taken over. Once a "Soul" is placed in a human host, the alien takes over and suppresses the human's mind. But when Wanderer awakes in her new body, she finds that her human host isn't so easily overcome. Melanie, her younger brother, and the man that she loves have been in hiding; and she'll do anything to get back to them, even resist the alien parasite that has taken over her body.
The parasitic "Souls" are easy to dislike at first. But Meyer has given the alien race such a rich and colorful backstory that is truly fascinating. And Wanderer is a unique "Soul" who soon finds herself caring for the same people as her host, and finding herself torn between ties to her own people and the humans. she finds herself in love with her hosts boyfriend and a a trully remarkable male friend, whom loves her back.
It's been a long time since I've read such a stirring, science fiction tale that has made me go through so many emotions. The Host is a deep and beautiful story, and very different from Meyer's popular, young adult series. This is a rare story that made me stop and think about the choices that are made and what I would do in their place. Intense, exciting, dramatic, and inspiring, I'd highly recommend this novel to any reader, not only science fiction fans.