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463 pages, Paperback
First published February 11, 2014
Even though I knew there were assassins on the loose, I’d let myself get caught up in Richard, in these ...feelings I can’t seem to shake. I ignored my duties, skipped protocol. Richard almost ended up dead for it.You know how when you're 12 years old sometimes you have these silly daydreams you're secretly a stunningly beautiful fairy princess who meets a hot prince who's such a playboy and everyone thinks he's such an asshole but secretly he's really really smart and deep and meaningful but only you know about his hidden self but then you guys fall in love! only to find out that your romance is doomed in the Arwen-Aragorn kind of way because hello! elf + human = interspecies breeding (ohmigod breeding! that means sex!!!! *blushhhhh* (you're 12 years old, remember?)) but whatever, TWOO WUV wins in the end!11!11! NO MATTER WHAT!!!!11


“Why are you sleeping?” I slip into the room and approach the bed.Richard blinks in his sleep---and cue insta-love. Jesus Fucking Christ, the man isn't even awake and she's feeling shit for him already.
His eyes open, and for the briefest second I feel their hazel irises on me. Something inside me clenches.Emrys is supposed to protect Richard's life. Her powers are failing. She is no longer able to do her job. She cannot protect him. Richard sees Emrys, even though she is supposed to be invisible.
“Who—who are you?” he asks, his stare vague. “How’d you get in here?”So naturally, the thing to do is NOT to tell your queen (Mab) that you can't do your fucking job and because of that, your Prince's life is in danger. It just makes so much more sense to tell the prince about the secret Faery world that's been existing aside his own that your people have kept secret for thousands of years.
He sees me. It’s not possible. The veiling spell...somehow, my magic has failed.
I revealed myself to a mortal—to Britain’s prince—and instead of wiping his memory, I ran. I broke the barrier between magic and mortal. And I didn’t fix it.Brilliant. Such wisdom as the ancients have never seen. *wipes away tear*
A petite, linen-cloaked table waits for us on the lawn, covered with plates of freshly sliced fruits, eggs, sausage, and toast. An elegant china teapot sits to one side, steam rising from its spout like the breath of a sleeping dragon. Hundreds of roses, in every hue, seduce me with their scent.2. Be his arm candy at a pub
“Damn, Rich. When you said you were bringing a friend, I thought...” He doesn’t bother finishing his sentence. “What runway did you get her off of? And where can I get one?”3. Practice dancing with him in his room
We move together as one being, in sweet unison to the lingering guitar solo. We dance even after the last notes die, moving about in each other’s arms to some unheard song. We dance until nothing is left.4. Go swimming with him, complete with acrobatics
I lunge into the air, taking advantage of my magic to perform a string of elaborate acrobatics before I sink into the pool’s embrace.5. Give Richard fashion advice
“Nothing too nice,” I tell him. “Try jeans and a T-shirt.”6. Go on a date to a romantic location so that Richard can look over his kingdom over which he is such a benevolent ruler!!
“No.” I smile coyly, satisfied he hasn’t guessed. “We’re going to look at your kingdom.”And naturally, since Emrys is such a powerful Fae, she will use her power, her GLAMOUR to fulfil the tremendous, important, riveting task of...
“The Eye,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re talking about the London Eye.”
“I could magic us to the front.” I frown. Are there always so many mortals clamoring for a taste of flight? The queue is so sluggish it makes my skin itch....skipping the tourist lines.
Breena’s energy seems boundless as she strides ahead. There’s no rust or corrosion in her aura. No weariness to her magic. As if all these modern metals and electric currents swirling around us don’t exist.Emrys can't hold it together. Everything makes her sick.
The smell of food and drink, the smell of anything at this point is enough to wake the deeper sickness in my bowels.Everything makes her want to vomit.
I lunge to the top of the table in a single movement, ignoring the stress on my humanoid muscles and how much I want to vomit.Scarcely does a moment go by when Emrys doesn't feel faint.
Although the pain has been latent over the past few weeks, its return is fiery and lancing. My knees nearly buckle under it.Protector of None: Despite the fact that she's Richard's bodyguard...a useless, helpless human, no less, Emrys allows him to come to her rescue way too fucking often.He saves her from a leering, lecherous man.
The prince came to my rescue. He protected me. This is so shocking, so unprecedented, that I can’t think of anything to say.And yet again when they're ambushed.
Richard has her pinned to the ground, his face a war mask. The prince just saved our lives.What the fuck kind of a bodyguard is that? Do you expect us to believe that Emrys is a bad-ass bodyguard when she constantly fucking gets sick to her stomach, constantly gets ill from modern technology, constantly gets her ass saved...if not by Richard, then by a human princess---Richard's little sister?
I can’t move. I can’t think of any spells to protect us.The Princess Diaries: Dear Diary, Today I wore a really really pretty dress to protect my Prince!
It’s Anabelle who saves us.
The Black Dog’s aged-yellow canines snag my many layers of skirts—it ends up with only a mouthful of taffeta and cotton.And a tulle dress? No. Just NO.
I look down at my outfit. Layer after layer of colors. Sea-foam tulle peeking out from aqua and daffodil cotton. Silver-threaded plum fabric mixes steadily with champagne silk.And not only that, she has terrible tastes in clothes.
Without him, I would be nothing now. Unraveled into ether and air.It sickens me. This is an OLD Fae. She is supposed to be wise. I see no evidence of it. From the very first fucking moment she lays eyes on Richard, she falls in love with him. Her heart beats unceasingly. Her stomach clenches endlessly. She feels currents, jolts, bolts of electricity in the air whenever she is around him. That's pretty standard in YA fiction.
Something about Richard is different from the others I’ve guarded. Something connects us: something dangerous and electric.But what sickens me is that she holds her love for Richard over everything else. Over all the danger she faces.
I love him.Yeah, because telling someone you LOVE THEM is more important than fucking putting your damned life on the line. Than hunting with your age-old companion. Than the triumph of battle.
What I have to say. The thought turns my stomach over and over. Far more terrifying than the idea of hunting soul feeders with Breena tonight.
I’m at the height of my bound, incarnate power, ready to take on an army of soul feeders.To put your own existence on the line, because human and fae cannot be together. To betray your own line and endanger all the secrets that have been kept throughout the eons. What the fuck kind of betraying, faithless, stupid fucking bitch would do that to her own kind?
But something is unmistakably missing. A hole has been sawed through my chest. A piece of myself I lost without consent.
I can’t not think of him.
Dropping the veiling spell, showing and telling who I am, reaching out my hand . . . Had I done all of those things because I wanted to? Because I knew, in some unreached part of myself, that there was this—spark, flame, inferno—between us?And to DIE for him.
Suddenly I feel selfish. Undone. No self-respecting Fae would do what I just did. She wouldn’t be so weak.
You’ll die for him either way. Breena’s words are haunting, inescapable here.TO DIE for someone you barely fucking know.
But that’s what I’m doing. Isn’t it?
How can I explain to her that none of this was for the Guard or the crown? That it was all for Richard? For a life and a future with him?Fuck this book.
** I’m not a fan of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I love peanut butter, but can’t stand jelly.**See what I mean? The same thing applies to me for books, apparently. If a book is overhyped, you can probably bet your house on the fact that I won’t like it. And while I never thought this would be the case, it appears the opposite is happening as well. To put it very politely, the reviews for this book were… atrocious, to say the least. From the instalovey plot…
**For some reason, I always seem to be on the wrong ‘Team’ of ships. Team Jacob, Team Gale, Team Darkling… you get the idea.**
** I think Titanic is overrated and is one of the cheesiest, most cringe-worthy movies of all time. Furthermore, there was plenty of room on that fucking door for both of them.**
** Unlike the saying ‘As American as apple pie’, I’m pretty sure I’m the only American who can’t stand apple pie, or pie in general (give me cake any day of the week).**
** I can’t stand superhero films, and by can’t stand I mean I dislike them with every fiber of my being (runs for cover)**
”’I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Embers. Your being gone was... agony. I never stopped seeing your face. That’s my truth.”To the special snowflake heroine…
”It’s true that I’ve advanced ranks in Mab’s court much more quickly than others of my generation, but it isn’t something I enjoy emphasizing.”to the dreaded Purple Pose Syndrome that seemingly infected this book like the plague…
”The ghost of my reflection, the snarling, dutiful beast, is screaming.”, this book was destined to be a disaster. An automatic one star. And since well written fairy lore fiction is about as hard to find as fairies themselves, I just assumed this book would be a garbage fire.
”Something about Richard is different from the others I’ve guarded. Something connects us: something dangerous and electric.But they didn’t annoy me as much as I thought they would. Then again, I am total trash for anything royal sounding, so that might be the answer to that particular question.
And I don’t know why.”
”The Emrys without body, without name. She’s a feral thing. All power, magic, and fierceness. Richard and his friends don’t want to see her. They can’t. The creature I used to be- that deep, deep down inside I still am- might kill them.”, but she’s likable enough, if extremely gullable. If you’re complete trash for anything having to do with England, royals, hot bad boy princes, or just need some quasi-Prince Harry fan fiction, this is the book for you. Unpopular opinions don’t always have to be bad!
”My heart becomes a lion, roaring and beating against its fibrous, fleshy cage. Yearning to be free.”Mom: I believe this is what you call a heart attack. He’s so hot he’s literally giving her a heart attack. I can just see it now. BREAKING NEWS: IMMORTAL FEY DIES FROM A HEART ATTACK BECAUSE SHE SAW A HOT DUDE.
”He pulls away and I gasp, fighting the intense need to bring him back to me. But I feel traces of magic stirring like a lioness in a zoo, pacing just behind the glass, waiting for it to shatter.”Mom: What is it with the author and lions? This is the second quote you read where lions are mentioned as similes.
”A piece of him is still there, smoldering with memories of that last kiss. The kiss that collapsed all the air from my lungs, took me up to the nest of the stars and sown to the molten core of the earth.”Mom: Is this quote near the end of the book?



