Book 82, 2016
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chez_jaeLast night, I finished reading Magic Breaks, which is part of author Ilona Andrews' "Kate Daniels" series.
With Curran away, it's up to Kate to attend the monthly meeting of Atlanta's supernatural factions. During the boring proceedings, the assembled are informed that one of the Masters of the Dead has been murdered by a shapeshifter. Now, it's up to Kate to find the killer to deliver justice, or risk an all-out war between the vampires and shapeshifters.
Kate and her team are thwarted at every step of the investigation by her old nemesis, Hugh d'Ambray. Hugh isn't interested in justice; he wants Kate. Kate, however, doesn't plan to deliver herself to Hugh any time soon, not when he's her father's right-hand man. It's only a matter of time before her father appears in Atlanta, and Kate would like to postpone that for as long as possible. What Kate doesn't realize is that her father is coming for her. Now.
Fast, fast, fast. It was hard to put the book down. There was a lot going on, and in the midst of trying to save lives, Kate also finds herself in the middle of Pack politics. She's worried about Curran, she can't quite figure out how and why Hugh is still alive, and oh yes, the three most powerful witches in Atlanta demand to see her. If I had any complaints about the story, it was that Kate kept bemoaning how much she misses Curran, and at one point, when her situation was bleak, all she could do was hold onto the hope that he would come and save her. Um, that's not the Kate that we all know and love. Our Kate is sassy and independent, and she saves her damned self. *nods*
Favorite lines:
♦ "I can't wait to see a pack of bunnycats take down a wild hog with those short, tiny legs. Wouldn't the boar be surprised?"
♦ Sometimes the Universe smiled. Mostly she kicked me in the face, stomped on my ribs once I fell down, and laughed at my pain...
♦ If a herd of giant donkeys crossed our path and needed to be subdued, I had it covered.
♦ We were short on time, but pissing off witches ranked right between sticking your hand into a hornet's nest and telling Curran I'd made broccoli for dinner.
Excellent! Five stars:
*****
With Curran away, it's up to Kate to attend the monthly meeting of Atlanta's supernatural factions. During the boring proceedings, the assembled are informed that one of the Masters of the Dead has been murdered by a shapeshifter. Now, it's up to Kate to find the killer to deliver justice, or risk an all-out war between the vampires and shapeshifters.
Kate and her team are thwarted at every step of the investigation by her old nemesis, Hugh d'Ambray. Hugh isn't interested in justice; he wants Kate. Kate, however, doesn't plan to deliver herself to Hugh any time soon, not when he's her father's right-hand man. It's only a matter of time before her father appears in Atlanta, and Kate would like to postpone that for as long as possible. What Kate doesn't realize is that her father is coming for her. Now.
Fast, fast, fast. It was hard to put the book down. There was a lot going on, and in the midst of trying to save lives, Kate also finds herself in the middle of Pack politics. She's worried about Curran, she can't quite figure out how and why Hugh is still alive, and oh yes, the three most powerful witches in Atlanta demand to see her. If I had any complaints about the story, it was that Kate kept bemoaning how much she misses Curran, and at one point, when her situation was bleak, all she could do was hold onto the hope that he would come and save her. Um, that's not the Kate that we all know and love. Our Kate is sassy and independent, and she saves her damned self. *nods*
Favorite lines:
♦ "I can't wait to see a pack of bunnycats take down a wild hog with those short, tiny legs. Wouldn't the boar be surprised?"
♦ Sometimes the Universe smiled. Mostly she kicked me in the face, stomped on my ribs once I fell down, and laughed at my pain...
♦ If a herd of giant donkeys crossed our path and needed to be subdued, I had it covered.
♦ We were short on time, but pissing off witches ranked right between sticking your hand into a hornet's nest and telling Curran I'd made broccoli for dinner.
Excellent! Five stars:
*****
