This is my stop during the blog tour for Fairytale Apocalypse by Jacqueline Patricks. This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 28 September till 11 October, you can view the complete tour schedule on Lola's Blog Tours website here.
Fairytale Apocalypse (The Verge #1)by Jacqueline Patricks
Genre: Fantasy Dystopia
Age category: New Adult
Release Date: September 28, 2014
Blurb:
A romance of apocalyptic proportion.
Two worlds bound by magic...
Three people joined by destiny...
Lord Kagan Donmall rules the Verge, the border that protects the magical Fae Inlands from the mundane mortal world. Recently, the Verge has been failing and he suspects the source of magic is fading. His prayers to Danu have gone unanswered, until now.
The young mortal, Lauren Montgomery, hears the message of Danu and eagerly agrees to be the Lady of the Verge, for she desires more than a mundane life.
But Lauren’s twin sister, Tessa-ever her sister’s protector, challenges the decision. The Verge falls, and the Fae and mortal worlds suffer a double apocalypse.
Now Kagan, Lauren, and Tessa must survive in this new, hostile world and discover a way to repair that which has been destroyed while navigating the bonds of duty, love, and vengeance.
Excerpt:
“Lauren!” Tessa wandered past the boundary of their backyard and into the abandoned field, where the grass grew over waist high. “Lauren!” she shouted again. Grasshoppers randomly popped around her, chirping their distress. “Hey, sis!” Tessa circled in place, one hand a visor for her eyes against the afternoon sun. “Mom said not to play out here anymore. Remember?”
“Lauren!” Tessa wandered past the boundary of their backyard and into the abandoned field, where the grass grew over waist high. “Lauren!” she shouted again. Grasshoppers randomly popped around her, chirping their distress. “Hey, sis!” Tessa circled in place, one hand a visor for her eyes against the afternoon sun. “Mom said not to play out here anymore. Remember?”
The
sun’s warm gold merged with the brown of the autumn grasses. How
was she supposed to find Lauren—her pale, blonde twin—in this
mini forest of golds? Lauren blended in unlike her, the raven-haired,
dark-eyed twin. “Laurie, darn it!” Tessa kicked the grass,
knocking late pollen and dust loose to be caught by the wind. The
grasshoppers had already evacuated. “If you don’t come out this
instant, I’m telling Mom! You’re supposed to be helping me clean,
not goofing off like usual!”
A
whisper in the wind—Laurie? Goosebumps rose over Tessa’s arms,
and she pin-wheeled around. Close? Far? Suddenly cold, she rubbed her
arms to coax blood to the surface. “Come on, where are you, sis?”
She heard the wavering note in her voice. It’s
just the breeze making me cold. I should’ve brought a jacket.
“She’s
coming.”
Tessa
jumped, turned, and there stood Lauren several feet away with her
back to Tessa. She hadn’t been there a second ago. “Lauren?”
she said and crept closer. The tall blades of grass snagged her
jeans. “Who? Who’s coming?” Tessa touched her twin’s
shoulder. Lauren’s brand new, birthday dress fluttered in the
breeze. The eyelet cloth was both soft and rough. Lauren adored girly
clothes while Tessa preferred getting-dirty clothes.
“She’s
coming,” Lauren said in a dreamy voice. She plucked at the skirt of
her dress, and shifted her weight from foot to foot.
“Laurie?”
Tessa gently turned her sister.
Lauren
gazed at her with eyes of pure white. “The goddess.”
Tessa
gasped and jerked away. “Your eyes!”
“She’s
coming, Tessa,” Lauren blinked then collapsed. The overgrown field
hid her with its mini-buttresses of grass.
“Oh
God, Laurie!” Tessa knelt and listened for her sister’s
breathing. “Don’t be dead, don’t be dead!” She shook her
sister. “Laurie!”
Lauren
inhaled deeply, shuddering.
“Please,
sis,” Tessa sniffed and laid her head on Lauren’s chest, “please
wake up.”
“Tessa?”
“Laurie?”
Tessa sat up and wiped her runny nose.
“Why
are you crying?”
“Because
you—your eyes!”
“What
about them?”
“They’re
… green now.”
Lauren’s
brow furrowed and she frowned. “Duh, they’re always green,” she
said and sat up with Tessa’s help.
“They
were completely white.”
“Huh?”
“You
don’t remember what just happened?”
“You
were yelling about how you were gonna tattle on me. Like always.”
“Then
what?”
“Then
nothing.” Lauren shrugged. “What?”
“You’re
really okay?” Tessa patted her sister down, searching for injuries.
“Stop
touching me!” Lauren pushed her sister away, then stood and shook
out her dress. Bits of dried grass flew into the air. “I’m fine.
Geez. You’re always such a mother hen.”
Tessa
stood too, hands on her hips. “Excuse me for being worried about
you!”
“Just
because you were born five minutes before me, you always boss me
around!”
“Well
somebody has to; otherwise you’d wander off in a daze!”
Lauren
huffed and stomped a foot. “You take that back!”
“Will
not!”
“Brat!”
Lauren shoved Tessa.
Tessa
shoved her back. “Jerk!”
“Girls?”
their mother shouted from the back porch, “girls!” Her voice
flew, clear and sharp, over the yard and the trees hugging the line
of their house. Tessa jumped and Lauren spun in place, fanning out
her white dress, staring at the ground, and humming.
“Coming,
Mom!” Tessa shouted, then grabbed her sister’s hand.
“Not
so tight, you’re hurting me.”
“Oh,
stop griping, or I’ll tell Mom where I found you.”
“You
are a tattler.” Lauren’s lower lip stuck out.
Tessa
loosened her hold, then slowed to walk next to her sister. “I’ll
make a deal with you.”
“Yeah?”
Lauren’s brows perked up, and she skipped a few steps ahead.
“Yeah.
How about you finish my half of the cleaning today, and I won’t
mention the field.”
“Cleaning?”
Lauren’s shoulders slumped.
Tessa
groaned. “Yes, cleaning. You haven’t done any today, and it is
for our birthday party tomorrow.”
“Ahhh.”
Lauren grinned and skipped, twirling as she moved forward. “Our
sweet sixteen, sister dear. We’re finally women.”
“Not
if we don’t get the house ready,” Tessa said.
Lauren
tilted her head back, eyes closed, her arms outstretched.
“Laurie,
what’re you doing?”
“Mmm,
feeling the sky.”
Sighing,
Tessa took her sister’s hand and tugged until Lauren stumbled
forward. “Come on, Tinkerbell, time to walk normally.”
“You’re
no fun.”
“So
you tell me.” Tessa ground her teeth. “All. The. Time.”
---You can find Fairytale Apocalypse on Goodreads.
About the Author:As a teen, writing became my passion, and like most aspiring writers, my work was terrible, immature, cliched drivel. I enlisted in the Army, attended college for my creative writing degree, became a paramedic for twenty years (one of the few at the time with a degree), then switched careers into IT. Crazy, huh? Throughout my life, I've traveled far and pushed myself hard, striving to try almost anything at least once (except skydiving unless the plane is on fire).
I write like I live. Come and explore my imagination.
You can find and contact Jacqueline Patricks here:
- Website
- Goodreads
- Amazon Author Page
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What did Sister Sinister think?
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I give it 5 Stars!
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I was given the opportunity to read this book as part of the book tour and I quite enjoyed it. It was imaginative, expressed with oft poetic imagery, and did not lack for action or strong storytelling. The supporting cast of characters, such as Brogan, a sort of assistant and right-hand man, and the sylph Dymphna, were as vivid and real as the main protagonists. Very well-written, with glyph magic, talking birds, demons, and an apocalypse. Good reading and I look forward to the next in the series!!
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