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First published May 13, 2014
"So this was how it was going to be: use the half-blood for her peculiar party tricks. I should have expected it. I’d been used to it most of my life. Why should things change now?"
"Not only had I—a lowly half-blood as far as any demon was concerned—done the unthinkable and killed my owner, but I’d trapped a Prince of Hell on the other side of the veil. It just so happened that Prince had been keeping the other demons away. Now he had gone, it was open season on me."Needless to say, it really sucks to be Muse right now. Let's do a quick recap of how things stood at the end of Beyond The Veil here: And so begins yet another wild ride courtesy of Pippa DaCosta. And I can't even begin to describe it because yes, it was that good.
"So fuck off, netherworld. The demons can’t have me. Akil can’t have me. Nobody gets to tie me up and chain me down. Not anymore."We're definitely not in Boston anymore Toto!
Lying to Akil would be easier than manipulating my owner. Damien terrified me on a primal, gut wrenching, bowel loosening level. I’d be lucky if I could look him in the eyes without collapsing in a quivering wreck at his feet. You can’t argue with terror. It robs you of all control, snatching coherent thought right out of your body, so you become an animal fuelled by instinct alone, and if those instincts tell you to drop and roll, you do it. I’d have loved to have bravery at my disposal, but it wasn’t going to happen.
Beat me, hurt me, fight me and I’ll bounce back, but be nice to me? I folded quicker than a banker in a high-stakes poker game
“But if you cross me again Akil, so help me, I’ll find a way to kill you this time.”
His eyes lit up at the prospect, as though he’d accepted a challenge I didn’t even know I’d issued. “I’d expect nothing less.”
Only demons can get a cheap thrill from a death threat. “This doesn’t mean I forgive you. You can distract my demon all you want with all that power and promise you exude, but my human half doesn’t forgive and forget as easily.”
He held out a hand. “I’m not looking for forgiveness.”
I had control issues, enough emotional baggage to excite a team of psychiatrists, and - thanks to my demon half- a penchant for snap decisions driven by instinct.
He wasn't like Akil. I couldn't drain Stefan of power. We were twi sides of the same coin, destained never to meet and yet so close.
Perhaps that was the change I sensed in him: a humbling.