MacKayla Lane lies naked on the cold stone floor of a church, at the mercy of the erotic Fae master she once swore to kill. Far from home, unable to control her sexual hungers, MacKayla is now fully under the Lord Master's spell....In New York Times bestselling author Karen Marie Moning's stunning new novel, the walls between human and Fae worlds have come crashing down. And as Mac fights for survival on Dublin's battle-scarred streets, she will embark on the darkest--and most erotically charged--adventure of her life.
He has stolen her past, but MacKayla will never allow her sister's murderer to take her future. Yet even the uniquely gifted sidhe-seer is no match for the Lord Master, who has unleashed an insatiable sexual craving that consumes Mac's every thought--and thrusts her into the seductive realm of two very dangerous men, both of whom she desires but dares not trust.
As the enigmatic Jericho Barrons and the sensual Fae prince V'lane vie for her body and soul, as cryptic entries from her sister's diary mysteriously appear and the power of the Dark Book weaves its annihilating path through the city, Mac's greatest enemy delivers a final challenge....
It's an invitation Mac cannot refuse, one that sends her racing home to Georgia, where an even darker threat awaits. With her parents missing and the lives of her loved ones under siege, Mac is about to come face-to-face with a soul-shattering truth--about herself and her sister, about Jericho Barrons...and about the world she thought she knew.
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1 . love it!!
Posted March 21, 2011 by Julie , Kunamy fav. series ever! these books are amazing!
2 . OUTSTANDING
Posted January 14, 2011 by Sarah , LouisvilleBY FAR the best book in the series! After reading all the other reviews I felt justified in my utter disbelief in the cliffhanger. But, isn't that what makes such a great book? Something that makes you feel extreme emotion by just reading words on a page that the author has transformed into a magical story?? I CANNOT WAIT for the last book. I am counting the days!!
3 . Best Series I have ever read.
Posted January 07, 2010 by ashdupless , baton rouge, laI have read so so many series and none of them can top this one. Mac is a witty and fun character who sucks you in from the beginning. I can't wait to see what happens next in Shadowfever. This series is worth its weight in gold. I love love love it.
4 . highly recommended
Posted November 12, 2009 by ditto , californiai cant wait for the next book!...
5 . want to read the next book... hurry !
Posted November 04, 2009 by Clem , n/aIn this doom days, Mac is decided to save our world from faes' invasion.
The main character, Mac, is sometimes making choices that looks instantly silly to me, but, depicted in Dublin and bathed in the Celtic mythology, the story is great and I couldn't leave the book until the last page... the hole serie keeps you turning pages until the wee hours of the day.
And the ending makes sure you'll want more!
6 . Just keeps gettin' better
Posted October 23, 2009 by ARS , HoustonKaren Marie Moning is such a tease! As she is drawn further into the Human/Fae conflict, Mac finds herself getting by only with a little help from her friends (but still in the predicament of not knowing who is actually trustworthy). As usual, we're left with a heart-pounding cliffhanger. I'd love to write the ending in the next book but have no doubt KMM will wrap it up with a bang in the final installment... if we can survive the loooong wait.
7 . What a Cllffhanger!
Posted September 06, 2009 by Kat , Albany, NYRead the series in a matter of days and loved them. The entire book was entertaining and fast paced. Barrons character is so mysteriously fascinating and can be my "beast" any day! The ending was jaw dropping and I haven't stopped thinking about all the possibilities for the next installment.
8 . Finally , questions are answered
Posted August 31, 2009 by Linda W. , SFGreat reading. I found many answers to old mysteries from the other books. Found some new ones that I hope are rounded up in the next installment. The ending was a kick in the stomach.!! I'm not sure it was a final situation or a set up for some new "magic" from Mac in the next "fever". I will definitely recommend this author and series to my friends.
9 . SO Awesome!
Posted August 22, 2009 by Heather , Stafford, VAI can't wait for the 5th installment, and hopefully it won't end there because these books are great. enjoy
10 . Fever series continues to heat up
Posted August 21, 2009 by Jess B. , Boston, MAAbsolutely loved this book! Picks up directly where Faefever left off with Mac turning Pri-ya and is non-stop from there. Don't want to say too much because there's a lot of information in this book, but we see lots of character growth especially in Mac and some interesting growth in V'lane. Plus we get to know a lot more about Dani, Barrons and Ryodan. Moning manages to answer many questions from the previous books while still leaving plenty of room for an explosive finale.
I read the whole thing in a day, and when I got to the cliffhanger ending I nearly screamed. I know Dreamfever just came out, but I'm already counting the days to next August's (presumable) release of Shadowfever.
August 16, 2009
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Excerpt from Dreamfever (The Fever Series: #4) by Karen Marie Moning
Dani: 2:58 p.m., November 1
Hey, it's me--Dani. I'm gonna be taking over for a while. Fecking good thing, too, 'cause Mac's in serious trouble. We all are. Last night everything changed. End-of-the-world stuff. Uh-huh, that bad. Fae and human worlds collided with the biggest bang since creation, and everything is a mess.
Fecking Shades loose in the fecking abbey. Ro through the roof with it, screaming that Mac betrayed us. Ordered us to hunt her. Bring her in dead or alive. Shut her up or shut her down, she said. Keep her away from the enemy, because she's too powerful a weapon to be used against us. She's the only one who can track the Sinsar Dubh. No way we can let her fall into the wrong hands, and Ro says any hands but hers are the wrong ones.
I know stuff about Mac that she'd kill me for, if she knew I knew. Good thing she doesn't know. I never want to fight Mac.
But here I am, hunting her.
I don't believe she spiked the Orb with Shades. Pretty much everyone else does, though. They don't know Mac like I do. I know Mac like we're sisters. No way she betrayed us.
Seven hundred thirteen of us alive at the abbey at five o'clock last night. Five hundred twenty-two sidhe-seers left at last count. Taking Dublin back. Hunting Mac. Kicking every bit of Fae ass we see along the way.
No sign of her yet. But we're headed in the right direction. There's an epicenter of power in the city, reeking stinking nasty Fae as toxic as the fallout plume from a nuclear explosion. We all feel it. Taste it. Practically see the mushroom cloud hanging in the air. We don't even talk to one another. Don't need to. If Mac's still in Dublin, that's where she is, straight ahead. No way any sidhe-seer could turn away from this kinda pull. I hope she's nailing their butts with the spear. We'll fight back to back like we did a couple nights ago.
But I've got this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. . . .
Bull-fecking-crikey! I don't feel sick. I never feel sick. Sick is for wusses and wannabes.
Mac can take care of herself. She's the strongest of us all.
"?'Cept me," I mutter, with a swagger and a grin.
"What?" Jo says behind me.
I don't bother answering. They already think I'm cocky enough. I have reasons to be cocky. Uh-huh, I'm that good.
Five hundred twenty-two of us closing in. We fight like banshees and can do some serious damage, but we've got only one weapon--the Sword of Light--that can kill a Fae.
"And it's mine." I grin again. I can't help it. Fecking A, it's the supercoolest gig in the world to be a superhero. Superfast, superstrong, with a few extra "supers" in me that Batman would trade all his toys for. What everybody else wishes they could do, I can. Behind me, Jo says "What?" again, but I'm not grinning anymore. I'm back to feeling prowly, pissed. Being fourteen--well, I almost am--blows. One minute I'm on top of the world, next I'm mad at everybody. Jo says I'm hormonal. She says it gets better. If better means I'm gonna turn into a grown-up, thanks but not. Gimme a blaze of glory any day. Who wants to get old and wrinkly?
If the Unseelie hadn't taken the power grids down last night, turning the whole city into a Dark Zone, I'd've come after Mac sooner, but Kat made us hide like cowards 'til dawn. Not enough flashlights, she said.
Duh, I'm superfast, I said.
Great, she said, so you'd have us watch you whiz superfast right through a Shade and die? Smart, Dani. Real smart.
Pissed me off, but she had a point. When I'm moving like that, it is hard to see what's coming at me. With the power grids down, ain't nobody gonna dispute the Shades own the night once it falls.
Who put you in charge? I said, but it was rhetorical and we both knew it, and she walked away. Ro put her in charge. Ro always puts her in charge, even though I'm better, faster, smarter. Kat's obedient, dutiful, cautious. Gag me with a spoon.
Crashed and burned cars everywhere we turn. I thought there'd be more bodies. Shades don't eat dead flesh. S'pose other Unseelie do. The city is spooky quiet.
"Slow down, Dani!" Kat yells at me. "You're speeding up again. You know we can't keep up with you!"
"Sorry," I mutter, and slow down. With what I feel up ahead and this stupid sick feeling in my stomach--
"Not sick." My teeth clench on the lie. Who the feck am I kidding? I feel sick, sick, sick. My palms and pits are slick with dread. I wipe my sword hand against my jeans. My body knows things before my brain can. Always been that way, even when I was a kid. Used to freak Mom out. It's what makes me fight so good. I know what I'm gonna find up ahead is gonna be one of those things I'll wake up in the middle of the night wishing I could scrape out from behind my eyeballs.
Whatever we're headed for, whatever's throwing all that fallout into the sky, is more Fae power than I've ever felt before, all clumped together in one place. The way we work things, the other sidhe-seers close in and pound ass while I do what I've been doing best since Ro took me in when Mom was murdered.
We range out like a net. Five hundred strong. Drape ourselves, sidhe-seer by sidhe-seer, around the epicenter and close in tight. Nothing's getting through us unless it flies. Or sifts.
Aw, crap! Or sifts. Some of the Fae can travel from place to place at the blink of a thought--just a hair faster than me, but I'm working on that. I have a theory I been testing. Haven't worked out the kinks yet. The kinks are killer.
"Stop," I hiss at Kat. "Tell 'em all to stop!"
She cuts a hard look my way but bites a sharp command that rips down the line. We're well trained. We move together and I tell her my worry: that Mac's in there, in serious trouble, and if the big-bads throwing off all that power are sifters--which most of the big-bads are--she'll be gone the second we're spotted.
Which means I'm going in alone. I'm the only one who can sneak-attack fast enough to pull it off.
"No way," Kat says.
"No choice, and you know it."
We look at each other. She gets that look grown-ups get a lot and touches my hair. I jerk. I don't like to be touched. Grown-ups creep me out.
"Dani." She pauses heavily.
I know that tone like I know the back of my hand, and I know where it's going: Lectureville on a runaway train. I roll my eyes. "Save it for somebody who cares. Newsflash: It ain't me. I'll go up"--I jerk my head at a nearby building--"to get the lay of things. Then I'm going in. Only. When I. Come. Back. Out." I spit each word. "Can you guys can go in."
We stare at each other. I know what she's thinking. Nah, reading minds isn't one of my specialties. Grown-ups telegraph everything. Somebody kill me before I get one of those Play-Doh faces. Kat's thinking if she makes the call against me and loses Mac, Ro'll have her head. But if she lets me make the call and things go bad, she can blame it on headstrong, uncontrollable Dani. I take the blame a lot. I don't care. I do what needs to be done.
"I'll go up," she says.
"I need the visual snapshot myself, or I could end up grabbing the wrong thing. You want me coming out with some fe--er, effin' fairy in my hands?" They rip me a new one when I cuss. Like I'm a kid. Like I haven't spilled more blood than they've ever seen. Old enough to kill but too young to cuss. They make a pit bull poodle around. What kinda logic is that? Hypocrisy pisses me off worse than most anything.
Her face sets in stubborn lines.
I push. "I know Mac's in there and for some reason she can't get out. She's in major trouble." Was she surrounded? Wounded that badly? Had she lost her spear? I didn't know. Only that she was in way deep shit.
"Rowena said alive or dead," Kat says stiffly. She left "It sounds like she'll be dead soon and our problems will be solved" hanging unspoken.
"We want the Book, remember?" I try reason. Times I think I'm the only one in the whole abbey that's got any.
"We'll find it without her. She betrayed us."
Feck reason. Pisses me off when people jump to conclusions they have no proof for. "You don't know that, so stop saying it," I growl. Somebody's fist is holding Kat's coat collar, got her up on her toes. It's mine. I don't know who's more surprised, her or me. I drop her back on the ground and look away. I've never done anything like that before. But it's Mac in there and I have to get her out, and Kat's wasting my time big-time with total BS.
Her mouth sets with tiny white lines around it, and her eyes take on a look I get a lot. It makes me feel mad and alone.
She's afraid of me.
Mac isn't. One more way we're like sisters.
Without another word, I give my feet the wings they live for and vanish into the building.
From the rooftop, I stare.
My fists clench. I keep my nails real short; still, they gouge blood from my palms.
Two Fae are dragging Mac down the front steps of a church. She's naked. They drop her like a piece of trash in the middle of the street. A third Fae exits the church and joins them, and they stand, imperial guards around her, heads swiveling, surveying the street.
The raw sex they're throwing off blasts me, but it's not like V'lane, who I'm gonna give my virginity to one day.
I'm as obsessed with sex as anybody, but those . . . things . . . down there . . . those incredibly--fecking A, they hurt to look at; something's wet on my cheeks; are my eyes boiling in their sockets?--beautiful things scare even me, and I don't scare easy. They don't move right. Storms of color rush under their skin. Black torques slither at their necks. There's nothing in their eyes. Nothing. Eyes of pure oblivion. Power. Sex. Death. They reek of it. They're Unseelie. My blood knows. I want to fall on my knees at their feet and worship, and Dani Mega O'Malley don't worship nothing but herself.
I wipe my face. My fingers come away red. My eyes are leaking blood. Freaky. Kinda cool. Vamps got nothing on Fae.
I close my eyes, and when I open them again I don't look directly at the things guarding Mac. Instead, I take a wide-angle image of the scene. Every Fae, fire hydrant, car, pothole, streetlamp, piece of trash. I map objects and empty spaces on my mental grid, lock it down tight, calculate margin of error based on likely movement, slap it over my snapshot.
I squint. A shadow moves in the street, almost too fast to see. The Fae don't seem to know it's there. I watch. They don't respond to it. No heads swivel to follow it. I can't focus on it. Can't make out its shape. It moves like I move . . . mostly. What the feck? Not a Shade. Not a Fae. A blur of shadow. Now it's hanging over Mac. Now it's gone. Bright side--if the Unseelie aren't noticing it, they shouldn't notice me when I whiz in to snatch her. Dimmer side--what if whatever it is can see me? What if we collide? What is it? I don't like unknowns. Unknowns can kill.