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305 pages, Paperback
First published July 1, 2011
“I’m small and plain.”Yeah, it's that type of book, y'all.
Desni shot her a look of disbelief. “You’re a beautiful girl, Senna. More so because of how rare your features are. Those golden eyes—”
“But when compared to someone like Ciara—”
“You compare diamonds to rubies. Rubies may be a bit more flashy, but diamonds are made of tougher stuff and are more rare.”
Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked*lyrics from The Zombies: She's Not There*
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there
He was tall—head and shoulders taller than her. Thin, but in a strong way. He had a crop of brown hair that hung low over his forehead. His legs bowed out at the knees—probably from riding so much. He had a permanent wrinkle around his eyes, as if he never stopped smiling long enough for the lines to smooth out. He was smiling at her now.Oh, oh, my. My panties are getting so wet. Such handsome looks. Oh, my feels. They are just all over the place. Not.
Oh, Sister Sea Plants, I ask of thee,For fuck's sakes. The rhymes in this book, the "magic" shit is so utterly laughable. Brusenna is a witch that sings, her power comes from songs, she can control the plants for no fucking reason at all.
Take me to the place none but Witches see.
Corn, stop the men who hold me tight,She has the power to sing to the plants and to nature, to bend them to her will. And the poems---the spells...they are just terrible, laughable ones.
Bind them though they fight.
Plants of the forest, make a path for me,Deus ex fucking Machina: And naturally, this use of magic means that deus ex fucking machina is rampant throughout the book.
For through this forest I must flee.
After I pass, hide my trail,
For an enemy I must quell.
Plants, with strength and swiftness, come to me,Whenever you're in danger of death, torture, or whatever shit that might wrinkle Brusenna's pretty little forehead, MAGIC TO THE FUCKING RESCUE. Fucking spare me, please!
For with my companions I must flee.
He saw a face set against a dark cloak. Wisps of blonde hair, wavy from the moist air, fell across her breast. Her lips were full.The book takes every fucking opportunity to remind us that Senna is so diminutive in stature, so small, so delicate.
Before she could change her mind, she snatched her wrap from its hook and flung it around her narrow shoulders.Her small hands, her tiny hands. Her straw-colored hair. Her odd-colored eyes. So ugly, right? Not.
“I’ve heard her. When she’s fully come into her own, I wouldn’t doubt she’ll be at least a Level Four."She is a rare witch, the last of her kind.
"My guess is you might be the only Witch left.”Brusenna the Blushing: Badass, Senna is not. Senna is so completely childish. She starts off the book at 14, and she matures to 17 before the book is through, but believe me when I say she feels like a very immature 12-year old. She stammers. She blushes. She flushes. Her heart beats pitter-patter. Her heart skips a beat. The blood rushes to her cheeks. She can't bear her emooooooootions, maaaaaaan!
Joshen lowered his voice. “Then how’ll you find it?”Oh, WELL THAT EXPLAINS A LOT. You're just going to magically find it, eh? Spare us from your motherfucking feelings and instints.
“I’ll find it,” she assured him.
She didn’t know how to explain it, but the song felt right.Overall: Trust me, I have a whole lot more complaints, but I'll keep it short because this review is getting way too fucking long. The plot is boring as fuck. The characters are dumb as fuck. The romance is nonexistent, but it's more of the WAAAAAAAAH I LOVE YOU BUT WE CAN'T BE TOGETHER BECAUSE EVERYONE I LOVE DIES. GO, GO, DEAR HEART! I WILL GAZE AT YOU LONGINGLY FROM AFAR!1!!1 Mwah mwah mwaaaaah!
Bringing his bruised face closer, Wardof beckoned Garg toward him. “You wanna do something to stop me, you dull, fat, laughable excuse for Espen’s Servant!”The plot is ludicrous. The two (Brusenna and love interest Joshen) don't know the meaning of subtlety if it danced in front of them wearing pink tasseled pasties and a strap-on dildo. They don't know how to disguise their tracks at all, WHICH IS WHY THEY KEEP GETTING CAPTURED.



His hand dropped. “Senna, stop it! You’re not afraid to jump into the middle of the ocean and chase after a whale or traipse after the most powerful Witch in history, but you can’t hide inside a hole? Now get in here, before I come out and get you!”
Joshen sucked his finger. “A Witch (aka Senna) afraid of bugs?”
She trailed off and then her eyes widened. “Oh, you’re (aka Senna) ashamed of being naked?” The woman’s brow creased. “Even in front of other women?”
She smiled. “I’m your mother and I’m telling you that you must jump. Jump all day and all night. Forever and ever.”
With an expression of grim determination, the man started jumping as high and as hard as he could.
Wardof exchanged an ominous look with Garg. Had her mood been as foul when she’d “recruited” him, that could have been his fate. They both knew the power Espen held over them.
Wardof fingered his own crescent moon pendant, almost wishing he could break it off and throw it in the sea, bury it deep within the Earth, or melt it in a blacksmith’s fire so Espen could never find him again.