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769 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 1, 2009
"We must not let the other family have such power over the future. We must make those children ours.”This book is epic in every sense of the word. I am pleased that upon a second reading, it was just as good as I had remembered.
“And failing that?”
“And failing that …” Lucia suddenly looked sad and tired. “Failing that, I will kill them myself
Eliot Post and his sister, Fiona, would be fifteen tomorrow and nothing interesting had ever happened to them.Eliot and Fiona are the most socially stunted 15-year old twins in the entire world. And it's all thanks to their grandmother. They are orphans, parents mysteriously dead, oh, somewhere, somehow. The only family they've got now is a terrifying grandmother who is more military commander than cuddly old cookie-baking grandma.
It was Grandmother always. It was never Audrey or Gram, or any other pet name like they used with Cecilia. Not that it was forbidden, but Grandmother was the only thing they ever thought to call her. It was the only title that carried the authority her presence demanded.And a cookie-baking great-grandma who seriously can't cook anything for shit.
He and Fiona might as well have been corked inside a bottle, sailing nowhere on a tiny balsa-wood ship.But all is not as it seems. Eliot and Fiona...surprisingly...caught someone's attention. Someone who recognizes their potential, through the altogether normal appearance.
Yes, the boy’s eyes, the slender but strong bridge of the girl’s nose, the high cheekbones and arching brows on both. How could she have missed it? Whoever had camouflaged them had done a masterful job: they had transformed divine into dull.And with that, the dam bursts.
“Let the record show,” Aunt Lucia declared, “that we shall test the children’s potentials with three heroic trials. This will illuminate their characters and determine their lineage. It will prove their possible worth to remain alive.”But that's not the only family they have to be concerned about. As bad as these relatives seem...there's the other side of the family...a side that may be even worse.
Meanwhile she had to prepare for the gathering of the Board. There were weapons to sharpen and armor to mend.
Indeed, one did not face one’s brothers and sisters without taking careful precautions against carnage and bloodshed.
She gently pushed them away. Tears were in her old eyes. “Be brave,” she whispered. “Do no let them separate you. You are stronger together.”Together, they are strong. May the best side win.
Eliot stared into the darkness and wondered about his father’s side of the family. Why was no one talking about them? Uncle Henry, Aunt Lucia, and possibly Grandmother had murdered. Could the other family be somehow … worse?This book takes a number of mythologies and gave it an exceedingly interesting spin. There are demonic creatures from Christian mythology and other legends who come to life...and who become other characters here. It is half the fun guessing who the characters are. From the "dark" side, we have characters like the seductress Seeliah, the deadly beauty with a secret soft side, a fighter and a queen in her own rights.
Fiona might have tried to drive him crazy, dreamed up the worst insults in the world to throw at him, but she’d never in a million years have snitched on him....Slash hate. I absolutely love Eliot and Fiona's relationships. They have only ever had each other. They have never had friends. They don't always get along...in fact, they hardly ever get along...but they're fiercely loyal to each other because of that fact. When you have lived your entire life a step up from abject misery, forbidden to have friends, forbidden to go to school, to be with your peers...you feel closest to the one who knows what you're going through.
An image of Eliot, beaten and bloodied, flashed through her imagination—and her only thought was to protect him.Eliot, in turn, knows to be there for his sister when she needs him most, even if she seemingly doesn't want him there.
She yanked the rope.
She grabbed Eliot’s hand.I absolutely adore a good sibling relationship, and they don't come any better than this book, but that's not to say the twins themselves aren't excellent characters, alone.
Normally this would have violated their brother-sister-never-touch-me agreement, which had been in place since they had been toilet trained. But tonight, Eliot let her.
She wanted to be Fiona Post … whatever that was … shy and awkward … scared … but herself.The older twin, the wiser, more cynical twin. The warrior to her brother's poetic soul. Fiona is awkward, unsure of herself, wishing, like most teenaged girls often do, that she could be stronger, more confident, more beautiful.
Fiona would have given anything to be as confident. Every time she had to talk to strangers, her heart pounded so hard she could barely hear her own mouse voice as it tried to squeak out something clever.Throughout the book, we see her bloom. From a shy, stammering girl afraid of everything to a warrior goddess who stands up to challenges, who is capable of killing when she needs to, who finds strength to stand up against the most powerful of temptations.
If shyness were a disease, Fiona would have been rushed to intensive care and put on a social respirator.
“I’m here,” he whispered. “I’ll always be here for you.”The gentle, soft poet. The musician who doesn't know what he's capable of. He is more compassionate than Fiona, weaker than Fiona, but at the same time, stubborn and strong in his own way. He, too, grows from a spineless boy who's all-too-conscious of being smaller, weaker than his twin, into someone who finds strength and power in a skill he never knew he had.
Behind the door, Fiona quietly started to sob again.
Eliot didn’t let go.