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The Faerie Guardian
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- Rachel Morgan
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- Oct 18, 2012
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- 9780992186302
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She's fae. He's human. When he accidentally follows her back into the magic realm, a deadly plot is set in motion. **Binge-read the complete series now!**
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Rule: Never reveal yourself to a human.
I swear I didn't break this rule. I had my glamour in place. I saved the guy's life, just as I was assigned to do. And then he looked at me. Looked at me.
Rule: Never bring a human into the fae realm.
Technically, this wasn't my fault either. He followed me. But the Guild doesn't see it that way. Assignment status? Failed.
I'm months away from graduating top of my class, and now Nate has ruined everything. If I can get him back home without killing him, maybe I can salvage my guardian future.
Except ... there's way more going on here than I suspected. Someone else is after Nate. Someone intent on unearthing long-forgotten secrets and immense power.
Next thing I know, we're tangled up in a plot more dangerous than anything I've had to fight my way out of before.
Bonus complication? I think I'm falling for Nate ...
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Graduation is the least of Violet's problems in this bestselling YA fantasy series packed with dazzling magic, page-turning action, family secrets, and swoon-worthy romance. Binge-read the complete series now!
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Readers' reviews:
"The most addictive series I have ever read!"
"Seriously so amazing!"
"I adored this book, devoured it! A very talented author, who works magic with words and scenes."
If you enjoyed The Faerie Guardian, check out the other Creepy Hollow books! Next in the series is The Faerie Prince.
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Start ReadingBook Information
The Faerie Guardian
Description
She's fae. He's human. When he accidentally follows her back into the magic realm, a deadly plot is set in motion. **Binge-read the complete series now!**
- - -
Rule: Never reveal yourself to a human.
I swear I didn't break this rule. I had my glamour in place. I saved the guy's life, just as I was assigned to do. And then he looked at me. Looked at me.
Rule: Never bring a human into the fae realm.
Technically, this wasn't my fault either. He followed me. But the Guild doesn't see it that way. Assignment status? Failed.
I'm months away from graduating top of my class, and now Nate has ruined everything. If I can get him back home without killing him, maybe I can salvage my guardian future.
Except ... there's way more going on here than I suspected. Someone else is after Nate. Someone intent on unearthing long-forgotten secrets and immense power.
Next thing I know, we're tangled up in a plot more dangerous than anything I've had to fight my way out of before.
Bonus complication? I think I'm falling for Nate ...
- - -
Graduation is the least of Violet's problems in this bestselling YA fantasy series packed with dazzling magic, page-turning action, family secrets, and swoon-worthy romance. Binge-read the complete series now!
- - -
Readers' reviews:
"The most addictive series I have ever read!"
"Seriously so amazing!"
"I adored this book, devoured it! A very talented author, who works magic with words and scenes."
If you enjoyed The Faerie Guardian, check out the other Creepy Hollow books! Next in the series is The Faerie Prince.
- Publisher:
- Rachel Morgan
- Released:
- Oct 18, 2012
- ISBN:
- 9780992186302
- Format:
- Book
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The Faerie Guardian - Rachel Morgan
up.
Guild Rule No. 1:
Never bring a human into the fae realm.
Guild Rule No. 2:
Never reveal yourself to a human.
Part One
One
My assignment tonight is cuter than most. Probably in his late teens, he has a strong jaw and an athletic sort of build. He’s asleep at his desk, his cheek stuck to the open page of a textbook. Strands of sun-bleached hair lie across his forehead, and his lips—which I may or may not have been admiring for the past half hour—are parted.
I slide off the window seat and creep across the room. It’s bigger than I first thought: with couches and a television arranged to form a separate sitting area, it’s more like a hotel suite than a regular bedroom.
Great. More places for things to hide.
I shrink into a shadowed corner and wait. For what, exactly, I’m not sure. The Seers never See more than a glimpse of what may happen. The boy’s steady breathing fills the room. A breeze lifts the curtain, and I catch the flicker of a streetlight on Draven Avenue.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe—
There she is! With a hiss, the serpent woman streaks across the room, lamplight reflecting off her scaly skin. I stretch my arms into position and feel the prickly warmth of the bow and arrow as they materialize in my hands. I pull back and let go. The arrow flies across the room in a shower of orange-gold sparks, finding its mark in the reptiscilla’s shoulder.
She cries out, stumbles, and twists in my direction. Her black eyes bore into mine. It’s happening already,
she whispers.
She rips the arrow from her shoulder—a move that must have really hurt—and lunges for the boy. I toss my bow aside and dive toward him too, knocking his sleeping form to the floor. He’s awake now, which isn’t ideal, but at least he can’t see us.
I roll off him and spring to my feet, just in time for the reptiscilla to throw herself at me. We’re on the floor. She buries her fangs in my arm, but I barely register the stinging pain. I hear Tora’s voice in my head: Bend your knees, arch your back, thrust your opponent right off.
I hurl my body over and pin the reptiscilla down by her throat, my free hand already reaching into the air for another arrow. I bring it down swiftly, straight toward her heart.
But she’s gone.
Thankfully. I hate it when I have to kill them. With a heavy breath, I collapse against the nearest wall, still gripping the arrow. The cord that held my hair back has come undone, and tangles of purple and dark brown fall in my face. I push them away and begin to feel the tingling ache of the reptiscilla’s bite.
What … the hell … was that?
I raise my eyes. My assignment is looking at me.
At me!
My heart stutters. I mentally feel for my glamour, the magic that should be making me invisible right now. It’s still in place, I’m sure it is. So how can he possibly see me?
Crap. This is bad.
A few feet away from me, the guy pushes himself up into a sitting position. What just happened?
Um …
Dammit, I’m going to lose so many points for this.
And what the hell is that?
I follow his gaze to the arrow in my hand. It sparkles with its own light, as though made of hundreds of tiny white-hot stars. I can see how that would look weird to a human. I let go of the arrow. It vanishes, causing the guy’s eyes to grow even wider.
Well, I should really be going.
I stand, hoping my stylus is still in my boot.
Wait.
He gets to his feet. "Who are you? What are you doing here? What was that … thing?"
That thing?
I casually reach behind me for the wall. Oh, you know, just a product of your subconscious. And all that ice cream you ate earlier. Indigestion can make for some interesting dreams.
I cringe internally. Dreams? What idiot would buy that explanation?
His eyebrows draw together. I guess that could make sense. You are way more attractive than any real-life girl who’s managed to find her way into my bedroom.
This is not happening.
I slide my hand into the top of my boot and retrieve my stylus. You need to wake up and carry on studying,
I tell him. Then I turn to the wall and scribble a few words across it. The writing glows and fades, and a portion of the wall melts away like ribbon held too close to a flame. Goodbye,
I call over my shoulder. I step into the yawning darkness, holding two words in my mind: Creepy Hollow.
Argh!
I cry out as a hand grabs hold of my arm. The arm that’s only just begun to heal from the reptiscilla’s bite. I stumble on the invisible path, my mind loses hold of my destination, and I tumble out of the darkness and onto the forest floor. I don’t usually exit the faerie paths so clumsily, but I don’t usually have a human on top of me.
I lie there blinking as the reality of what just happened strikes me like a slap in the face.
A human.
In the fae realm.
And I’m the one who brought him here.
No no no NO.
I give him a good kick and he lands on the ground beside me with a groan. What did you do that for?
I demand, jumping to my feet. You can’t follow me through! That’s not how this works.
He sits up and stares at his surroundings—the wildly tangled trees; the creeping mist; the shifting smoke-like colors in the yuro plants’ leaves—with a mixture of horror and awe on his face. That … was …
Probably the most idiotic thing you’ve ever done,
I say. I doubt he’s listening though.
I think you were right about the dreaming thing,
he says. There’s no way this could be real. Am I high on something?
Ugh.
I clench my fists so tightly I can feel my nails digging into my skin. It’s magic, you moron.
He looks at me and frowns. There’s no such thing as magic.
Well, you probably think there’s no such thing as faeries either, and yet here I am.
And here he is. In my forest. My home. I kick a flurry of leaves into the air. Their colors shift rapidly in protest, cycling through an endless palette: lavender, magenta, burgundy, sienna. I bury my face in my hands. I have so failed this assignment.
No way,
he says, rustling the leaves as he stands. You can’t be a faerie. You’re way too big.
I lower my hands. Excuse me?
I’ve been called many things in my seventeen years, but ‘big’ has never been one of them. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Aren’t faeries supposed to be, like, really tiny? With wings and a wand and faerie dust?
I’m not Tinker Bell!
He takes a step back. Okay, okay. Since this is a dream, I guess you can be whatever you want to be.
Did it feel like a dream when I kicked you just now?
Actually, that did kind of hurt.
He rubs his leg.
I shake my head. "This is such a mistake. You should not be here."
So you don’t have wings then?
he asks.
Sure I do. They’re in my pocket.
Really?
No!
I’m trying to think of the best way to fix this, and I wish he’d keep quiet.
"Oh, wait, you do have a wand though. I saw you using it on my wall."
It’s not a wand, it’s a stylus. Just a stick, really.
But it—
You know, if it weren’t my sole purpose in life to protect humans like you from crazy magical fae, I’d leave you here to find your own way home.
Is that what you were doing in my room?
he asks after a moment.
I sigh. Yes. I was on assignment.
I was your assignment?
Wow, you catch on fast. Yes.
He hesitates a moment, then grins. That’s kind of hot.
Okay, listen up, Draven Avenue,
I say before he can make any more inappropriate comments. I’m going to open up another path and take you back to—
I stop as something occurs to me. Wait a sec. Why aren’t you dead?
Um …
"Faerie paths are for faeries. You shouldn’t survive the journey."
He stares back at me, and it’s then that I hear the footsteps. Guilt tightens my chest and sends my heart racing. I get the sudden urge to open up a doorway and push the human into it, but I’m worried it was some strange fluke that he survived the first journey. What if a second one kills him?
A figure appears between the trees and my pounding heart sinks when I see who it is. I’m definitely not getting out of this one.
Ryn,
I say, trying to keep my voice even. Back so soon? That’s unlike you. I heard you came in second to last for the assignment before this one.
Ryn stops and leans against a tree, tossing a ball of moonlight back and forth. Its glow dances across his face and causes his blue-black hair to gleam. Don’t you mean second, Pixie Sticks? I would have thought you’d pay more attention to your closest competition.
I would—if you were competition worth paying attention to.
Ryn’s eyes narrow. He opens his mouth to speak, then freezes, his eyes moving to the guy beside me. He pushes away from the tree and steps closer. "You have a friend, Pixie Sticks? he says.
You’ve actually managed to find someone willing to—" He breaks off and stares at the guy for several moments. His eyes slide back to mine, and a grin spreads across his face.
He knows.
Well, well, well. Look who broke rule number one.
He spins the ball of moonlight on the tip of his finger before squashing it into nothing between his palms. Tell me, Pixie Sticks. How does it feel to fail an assignment?
My mental call is automatic, and barely a second passes before my bow and arrow are blazing between my fingers. I point the arrow directly at Ryn. He flicks his wrist, almost too fast to follow. A whip with as much fiery brilliance as my own weapon appears in his hand with a snap.
Wanna play?
he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
Get out of here, Ryn,
I say without lowering the arrow.
Ryn laughs and winds the whip around his arm. He hesitates, as if teasing me, then tosses the whip into the air where it disappears. He pulls out his stylus and opens a doorway in the air in front of him. Show-off. It’s the one thing he can do better than I can. I have to use a solid surface to open a way to the paths. I’ll make sure Tora knows about this,
he says as he steps through the doorway. You know, in case you forget to mention it to her.
The air closes up behind him.
Great, great, great. I wish I were still at the age where having a tantrum would be acceptable. I’ve never known anyone to mess up an assignment this badly, and I’m pretty sure it’s not even my fault.
Pixie Sticks?
asks my human companion.
I swing my arrow toward him. Don’t call me that.
He raises his hands in surrender. Sorry. I thought that was your name.
I fling my weapon into the darkness and watch it vanish. "That is definitely not my name."
Oh.
He stares at me with large toffee-brown eyes, waiting, as though I’m supposed to say something now. But I am not going to be the one to make this situation any less awkward. So …
he says eventually. What is your name?
Well, I’ve just about told him everything else. Why not my name? My name is Violet. Violet Fairdale.
He laughs. Right, and my name’s …
He catches sight of my expression, and the smile fades from his face. Oh. You’re being serious. I thought … because of the …
He waves his hand in the general direction of my head. Is he suggesting I’m crazy?
I cross my arms and turn away from him, trying to pretend he isn’t here. Ryn will definitely tell Tora about my disastrous assignment, and, knowing him, he’ll make it sound as bad as possible. I need to be the one to tell her, but I’d rather explain this in person than in a message. I glance up at the sky. It’s late, but I know Tora will be at work still. How quickly can we get there?
So did you get the purple hair and contacts to match your name?
I blink at the human standing in front of me once again. What is he talking about?
You know, contacts?
He points at his eyes, and after a few seconds I make the connection between the word ‘contacts’ and the memory I have of a girl sticking curved, gel-like shapes into her eyes. That was the assignment where I got rid of the fire-spitting lizard that found its way into some bathroom plumbing.
I narrow my eyes. Are you suggesting that something about my appearance is fake?
Well, yeah. Purple eyes and purple streaks aren’t natural.
They are where I come from.
A buzz in my pocket catches my attention. With a growing sense of dread, I reach in and slide out the rectangle of amber. Sure enough, Tora’s graceful script burns across the amber’s smooth surface.
See me. NOW.
Two
Dammit, Ryn,
I mutter. With one swipe of my hand, I clear the words from the amber and stuff it back into my pocket.
What was that?
asks the guy whose name I don’t care to know. Did you get a message on that thing? What’s it made—
We’re leaving,
I snap. Try to keep up.
Wait,
he says. I turn back, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but the look on his face stills me. I know he’s around about my age, but he seems younger all of a sudden. Lost, almost. This … this is all real?
he asks. I’m not actually fast asleep in my bed, dreaming some crazy dream?
For a moment my frustration dims, and I see a confused young man standing in a world he was never meant to know about. I should at least try to be civil, shouldn’t I? But then I think of what I’m about to lose because of him. I could be expelled, or, at the very least, suspended. All my training could be for nothing. All the blood, the bruises, the pain. The nightmares that come after having to kill someone. I may have gone through that for nothing—all because this human couldn’t just stay in his damn bedroom.
Yes,
I say, doing my best to keep my voice free of emotion. It’s real. And you have no idea what you’ve cost me by being here.
I turn away from him and climb over giant, twisting roots as I head in the direction of the Guild.
Hey, what do you mean?
he asks as he catches up to me. What have I cost you?
My fingers curl automatically into fists, and I force my words out between my teeth. "I am two months away from graduation, Mr. Draven Avenue. Two months. That’s how close I am to being the best guardian the Guild has seen in years, and you may have just ruined that for me."
I hear nothing but the sound of our footsteps, and then he says, My name’s actually Nate.
Well, clearly Nate doesn’t get why I’m so upset. And why should he? He has no idea why that top place is so important to me, and I’m certainly not about to tell him. I skirt the edge of a clearing where giant mushrooms are swelling as they soak up the silvery glow of the moon. Don’t stand on the mushrooms,
I tell him. They don’t like it.
And the last thing I need now is for him to show up at the Guild covered in poisonous goop.
An eerie howl vibrates through the air, rustling the leaves above us and causing a nest of tiny airhorses to take flight and disappear into the night. I quicken my pace. I can handle pretty much any creature we might come across, but having Nate with me would no doubt complicate things. I glance over my shoulder at him, only to find that he’s stopped to watch the airhorses fly away. Come on,
I call.
He shakes his head and hurries after me. This is incredible,
he says. I know I should be freaked out or something, but … wow.
I don’t say anything.
Hey, since you’re magical and everything, are you also, you know, immortal?
I don’t know if he’s deliberately ignoring the angry vibes I’m sending his way, or if they’re simply passing right over his head. Either way, it’s getting tiring. With a sigh, I say, Faeries are not immortal. Old age catches up after several hundred years.
"Several hundred—wow. So you’re actually old even though you look my age?"
I give him a withering look. I’m seventeen.
Right. Cool.
The forest thins as we get closer to the Guild. We move faster, but every time we pass something vaguely out of the ordinary—a group of pixies climbing onto each others’ shoulders to reach a high branch; a lone faun looking a little tipsy—I sense Nate’s reluctance at having to keep moving. I know he wants to stop and stare, but I won’t keep Tora waiting any longer than necessary.
I watch for the entrance. It’s never in exactly the same place, and it would be easy to miss if I didn’t know what to look for.
There,
I say, breaking the silence and pointing to a tuft of goldenrod flowers growing at the base of a tree. They glitter faintly in the darkness. I head straight for the tree and rest one hand against the smooth bark. With the other, I reach for my stylus.
You guys live in trees?
Nate asks.
I don’t bother replying. I set my stylus against the tree trunk and etch a few words—in a language I know Nate can’t understand, despite the fact that he’s trying to read over my shoulder—into the bark. A brilliant gold light fills the letters and then disappears, taking the words with it.
The tree’s shape begins to change. Leaves are sucked into branches. Branches curl downward and merge into the trunk, which widens and changes color and texture. A set of double glass doors shimmer into view. Stairs push their way out from the roots. In a matter of seconds, we’re standing in front of the entrance to the Guild of Guardians.
Um …
Nate says. Perhaps you could punch me now, because I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming.
I roll my eyes, clutch the sleeve of his T-shirt, and pull him up the stairs. "Don’t tempt me. And aren’t you meant to pinch people who think they’re dreaming?"
The glass doors slide open to reveal the night guard, Tank, blocking the way forward. Evening, Vi,
he says. Bit late, isn’t it?
I gesture to Nate. I’m in trouble.
Tank’s eyes bore into the human boy beside me. Yes. I can see that.
He holds up his stylus. My fingers go to my neck and tug the chain out from beneath my shirt. I hold up my trainee pendant and Tank scans it with his stylus. He steps aside and nods toward the stairs at the other end of the foyer.
Thanks, Tank.
I pull Nate across the open space. He tilts his head back to stare at the domed ceiling high above us. Clouds of purple, grey and midnight blue swirl within the dome. Protective enchantments,
I tell him.
We climb the stairs to the second floor, Nate trailing his hand over the leafy vines that twist around the banisters. At this time of night there aren’t many people here—most trainees with evening assignments report to their mentors the following morning—and the only person we pass is Amon, the Guild’s head librarian.
"Are those … dwarves?" Nate twists to look over his shoulder as we pass two short figures arguing in a corner. I can’t think about answering him, though, because in about five steps we’ll reach Tora’s office door.
Anxiety chews at my insides.
We come to a stop.
I tug a strand of hair over my shoulder and wind it around and around my finger. Don’t say anything,
I tell him, and then I knock.
After a second of silence that lasts about half an eternity, I hear Tora’s voice: That had better be you, Vi.
I bite my lip and push the door open. Tora sits behind her desk, scrolls of reed paper piled neatly around her. She crosses her arms and leans back in her chair, watching me. Light shifts across her youthful face as the giant glow-bug on the ceiling squirms and settles down.
It’s called rule number one for a reason, Vi,
she says, nodding her head toward the two chairs in front of her desk. I move to the one on the right. After a moment’s hesitation, Nate sits down beside me. Tora doesn’t acknowledge him, holding her hand out instead for my tracker band.
I unclip the strip of leather from my wrist and push it across the table. Tora smoothes it flat beneath her forefingers and whispers something under her breath. Tiny black markings appear on the leather. Markings that tell her whatever she needs to know about the assignment I just completed.
Well,
she says, leaning back, "you got rid of the reptiscilla in excellent time, but that means nothing considering you not only revealed yourself to a human, but also brought him back into our realm. And— her eyes slip from my face down to my arm
—just to top it all off, you got yourself bitten."
What? A single bite costs hardly any points.
I glare at the two crescent shapes of healing skin. They’re at the pale pink stage, about an hour away from being perfectly healed.
Nevertheless. You still broke the Guild’s two most important rules. This is serious, Violet. You know why we have to enforce these laws.
Yes,
I say, taking a deep breath and gearing up to start reciting. "Some humans are greedy, and what they want above all else is power. If humans know that magic exists, they could convince some power-hungry faerie to turn against his or her own kind, just
Reviews
In this faerie world, humans are strictly forbidden. They are never to know anything about Faerie. Of course, there are the baddies who want to take advantage of humans, or maybe eat them for dinner, but that's where the Guardians come in. Guardians are an elite group of Faeries who are trained to fight their darker counterparts and protect humans. They use glamour to hide themselves from us. I thought this take on Faerie was unique. Usually faeries - light and dark both - are all about taking advantage of humans in whatever way they can. I found it refreshing that in this world, there are faeries who want to protect us.
The world was also unique. The fae live mostly like humans do but things we do with technology, they do with magic. They create light with magic, they have "sound drops" that play music into your ears when you stick them to your temples, they even have modern conveniences like bathrooms - with a magical twist:
I jump off the bed and join him at the doorway to the bathing room. He peers in at what looks like a slice of nature. Grass grows naturally, and a pool fills the center of the room. Scattered amongst the blades of grass are hundreds of tiny blue and yellow flowers. Trees with tangled branches conceal the walls, and water tumbles down a pile of rocks and into the other side of the pool.
"You are kidding me, " says Nate. "You have a pool in your bathroom?"
"The bath idea never really took off," I say. "Self-cleaning pools have been in for centuries. And the mini-waterfall provides an excellent shower."
It's details like these that make me really fall in love with not only the story, but the world it is set in.
Violet, or Vi, is a faerie training to be a Guardian. Nate happens to be an assignment. After fighting off a baddie, she realizes that Nate can see through her glamour. She tries to high-tail it out of there but Nate hitches a ride with her to Creepy Hollow, the faerie world. So, now Vi is in trouble! She has broken the first and most important rule of Faerie - no humans allowed! As part of her punishment, she is tasked with protecting this human boy while escorting him back to the human world. This is where the action starts. I'm not going to tell you more than that because I don't want to ruin it for you. Suffice it to say that there's quite a bit of action.
I loved the interactions between Nate and Violet at the beginning of the book. I laughed out loud in a couple of parts and snickered at others. The author did a really great job of writing Nate as a human who learns that magic and faeries are real. He has all these misconceptions based on fairy tales and movies and that makes for some great dialogue.
"No way," he says, rustling the leaves as he stands. "You can't be a faerie. You're way too big."
I lower my hands. "Excuse me?" I've been called many things in my seventeen years, but 'big' has never been one of them...
"Aren't faeries supposed to be, like, really tiny? With wings and a wand and faerie dust?"
"I'm not Tinker Bell!" ....
"So you don't have wings then?" he asks, completely ignoring what I just said.
"Sure I do, they're in my pocket."
"Really?"
"No!"
Of course, Nate and Violet end up an item. This is actually the part that almost lost me. Anyone who has read this blog before knows that I am not a fan of insta-love and Nate and Violet walk a very fine line there. There is no big declaration of love, no declaration that they are soul mates, but things develop a little too quickly for my taste.
I really enjoyed the storyline and thought the pacing was good. There was a point somewhere towards the middle of the book where it almost seemed like I was reading a different book about the same characters. I can't say more without giving anything away but that was a little jarring for me. This book was originally published as four separate novellas so this makes sense to some extent. We go from romance with Nate and Vi to no Nate and backstory with Ryn instead. Later on, things became more clear and I could see how things fit together but while reading there was definitely a little bit of a disconnect between the plotlines. Generally, this book moved along quickly and was very entertaining.
My favorite thing about this book was the main character, Violet. She is a strong heroine both physically and mentally. She has a smart mouth and is funny. She works hard to be the best at what she does. She is dedicated to her work and to the people she cares about. At the same time, she still has vulnerabilities and insecurities that make her a believable character. I enjoyed reading from Violet's perspective and watching her question and grow along the way.
Overall, I very much enjoyed this one. I would recommend this to anyone who enjoys a good fairy tale, fans of fantasy and especially fans of Julie Kagawa and her Iron Fey series. This was an original take on the Fae and I can't wait to read more!
P.S. I'm Team Ryn!
The ideas of a faerie world really intrigued me, and as I was reading, really sucked me in! This may even be my favorite faerie book yet. The world is richly imagined and all the unique powers and gadgets and training kept the readers interested and sets this book apart from other less imagined and creative novels. The Guild and Creepy Hollow are very vivid.
To me all the characters were well developed and unique, although I did have some problems with Nate a first. Violet, Ryn, Tora, and all the other characters were amazing from start to finish though. Violet is a Grade A heroine with her epic faeries skills, witty comebacks, and narration. And Ryn was so awesome, especially as you learn more about him! There are also many realistic feeling and coping methods to grief you see presented in some characters.
The pacing is perfect. I was never bored, not once. There is always action. In the end of the book especially there was a lot of heart pounding action. And everything happening is explained perfectly and in way the readers are pulled into the world. Plus, all the magical abilities add charm to the novel.
One little problem I had with Nate is that he fell for Violet too quickly. However, at least not for Violet I am not sure about Nate, is that it was just more of a "like" relationship. I didn't even really like Nate in the beginning but he really grows into an interesting and really cool character! Although I am pretty sure I'll always like Ryn better as a unique and vivid character.
The ending of this book has you begging for more. I felt as if with every page I read I became more invested. As I have already read the first two books I am impatiently waiting for the third one! This is a series that could rise to my favorites list, so pick up The Faerie Guardian if you have the chance!
Overall, I really enjoyed this book and would not hesitate to recommend The Faerie Guardian to any of my friends!
I was expecting mediocre juvenile fiction and quickly realized how wrong I was. The characters are very relatable and their world is rich and detailed. It is easy to lose oneself in their adventures. I will certainly be reading the next book in the series.
**We received a copy of this book but that did not influence the review**
Wow, did this book go from pretty good to really awesome by the end! I haven’t read a book about the fae in a long time so I was way overdue. I loved the main character, Violet’s (or Vi’s) narrative. She was driven with her training and did everything by the books, until her emotions got in the way when she met the human boy Nate. She and Nate seem to hit it off romantically pretty quickly, and while I wasn’t feeling the chemistry because it was so sudden, I went with it because the story was cranking up. Little did I know what would happen down the road in the story, a change in attitude…that I *think* is going to lead towards a very intense romance in the next book. Please, please, please Ms. Morgan!
Violet’s small promise to help out Nate was a great little story, but by the end the small promise had turned into a great big story. It was built up beautifully and effortlessly, and I was totally sucked in by the end. I can’t wait to see all the loyalties come out in the next book…I love double crossings and I have a feeling I am going to be surprised!
Then there’s the cover: it is so pretty with the purple (violet) and the dark surrounding it, just like in the story. But the pretty goes beyond cover love here as the world the author has built is so clearly described. From images of the faerie houses with the beautiful bathing pools to the underground tunnels-I felt like I was there. I swear I could hear the water in the bathing pools and the fresh scent of the waterfall, and the awful smell of the dank and dark tunnels underground….I loved it!
If you love fae and want a great read, I totally rec this book, you won’t be disappointed.