Author: Maggie Stiefvater
Published: 2009 (US) 20011 (UK)
Find it: Amazon
A stunning and mesmerizing sequel to Lament. This story has Dee’s best friend from Lament, James Morgan as the main character. He joins a private conservatory for musicians, and James’s ability as a musician soon attracts ‘a soul-snatching faerie muse’, Nuala. She feeds on exceptional human talent until they die! In true faerie fashion, a romance soon occurs between James and Nuala. James then realizes Dee and Nuala are being hunted by the fey which then turns into a faerie battle to save their lives.
I couldn’t wait to read this after Lament, and I loved it! Truly I did! Once again, Maggie has brought this amazing and dangerous faerie world to life, with of course all the action, trickery, romance and magic the fey brings to the story, all rolled into a fantastic tale. It was great to see James in the limelight with his witty remarks and smart ass comments. His story was deeply complex with his humorous way yet utterly heartbreaking, it was just beautiful.
Nuala was fascinating and so intriguing, with her crazy, unpredictable personality and tormented conflict with the fey was brilliant! I loved how you were scared for James to start with, Nuala’s fiery personality was so unpredictable it brought tension to the read, you just had no idea which way it was going.
I’ve always been drawn to Young Adult genre and faerie tales, it’s such an impressive history of faerie lore. Maggie get’s it to perfection for me. So magical which all fantasy worlds should be but Maggie makes it full of all it’s beauty and more, with it’s menacing and threatening fey, and unpredictable twists and turns make for a great read.
Some fab quotes
“Do you ever get the feeling that something awful might happen? James asked me…. I sat up. I’m the awful thing that happens.”
“Look, I realize both of you could happily strangle each other across the table, but I don’t think that’s the most effective use of our time, and frankly, I don’t think I have enough money to tip the waitress for that kind of clean-up. And look, here’s lunch. Let’s eat that instead of each other.”
“M’Dear, I said cordially, ‘Your butt’s blocking my bumper. Do you think you could move your loitering five feet to the south and let me leave?”
“How did you find me? You were lying in the grass a meter away from me. It wasn’t rocket science”
“You could be anywhere and he couldn’t see you, why under the bed?”
“Oh, don’t worry, piper, said Eleanor, I’m not here to kill you this time”