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Iniquity (2000)

by Amy A. Bartol(Favorite Author)

3.37 of 5 Votes: 8

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Romance

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The Premonition

review 1: Please more of Reed now... he is always in the background. There is more story between Brenn and Evie. Then Evie can kiss and make out with a lot of men... makes Reed look like an idiot. Evie should start focusing on Reed.... I am so tired of the never ending "oh poor Russel crap"... "i love and understand Brenn stupidity" and "Xavier... geez I don't even know why there is a need to add another guy that loves her"... Evie must STOP being selfish... and STOP making Reed stupid and in the background... he is wasting his love and time for Evie... he is like Bones and Barron and all the other great yummy characters that I have read... at least the women they love has loyatly over them. Instead of making Evie a heroine, that inspires women about courage, loyalty and love... ins... moretead her charcter makes her slut and makes Reed look like a lesser man coz he can't earn her loyalty and love because she is loving and making out with a lot of men and the excuse... 'SHE IS BEING DISTRACTED" and she is "CONFUSED"... WHAAAAAT??? lame...Oh well... I want to finish the 4rth book but I get dissapointed on the first few chapters and I am scared that I might be dissapointed because of a lot of love angles. On the first 3 books I always look forward for a scene with Reed... I sometimes skip on the nonesense with Brenn and Russel...Though I have nothing against Russel... he deserves better. Out of the 3 books I read... book one is the best... book 2 geez... its like okay people make misteks so maybe Evie will mature on the next book... then book 3... what??? the same mmistakes again!!! and what!!! you insult Reed's character AGAIN! Then I'm on book 4 and I am having second thoughts about reading the thoroughly or skim the book to anticipate a scene with Reed or just stop reading it at all coz there is another character that will help Evie insult Reed's love.
review 2: UPDATE : October 21 BRENNUS Me eyes open ta a high ceiling above; exposed stone beams hold up a barrel-vaulted ceiling, shedding its discolored, crumbling plaster. Light from several half-boarded-over windows dispels da shadows from da room. I bring me hand ta da bridge of me nose, pinching it in an attempt ta ease da ache dere. I feel as if I’ve slept in da arms of an aingeal, only ta awake in Hell. Me head spins around as me blood jumps tru me. I’m na accustomed ta dat—me blood flowing freely in me veins—liquid and on fire. Me heart does na pump it; it still lies dormant in me chest. Nevertheless, blood is circulating tru out me body now, making me stronger dan ever before. ’Tis just one of da ways I’m different since Genevieve changed me. Rising upon me elbow, it sinks inta da soft mattress. One corner of da clean, linen sheet comes untucked. I ignore it. I wait until da pressure in my head eases, and den I drop me hand ta see Finn eyeing me from his poppy-colored, winged chair in a corner of da spacious bedroom. Finn had located dis defunct seminary in a falling-down part of Detroit—Genevieve’s city. “Any problems?” I ask Finn, wondering why he’s here in me bedroom.“Plenty, but none pressing,” he replies, shooting out da white cuffs of his dress shirt from beneath his black suit jacket before smoothing his dark sleeve.“How far are we wi’ da move?”He smiles. “Farther dan expected—’tis a sound location—easier ta keep hidden dan our place in Ireland.” I nod. Da six-story Norman Gothic Revival building Finn found for us is spacious, constructed of brown ledge stone. Me room is on the top floor of a corner turret that's capped wi' a pointed, copper roof. Finn chose the location because it has several attached building in da same style. They encompass a few city blocks. At da same time, the structures affords us a great deal of privacy in dis abandoned neighborhood. “Any complaints?” I ask.“Truth be told, dere were a few,” Finn says with a barely suppressed grin.“Eh?” I respond with a raise of me eyebrow. Finn’s eyes twinkle. “Some o’ da neighbors took offense at da paleness of me flesh.” Both of me eyebrows rise now. “Whah did ye say ta dat?” I smirk despite me aching head. Wi’ a cheeky grin, he replies, “I told dem ’tis difficult ta get a tan when one’s undead.” “How did dey take it?” “Och, Brady ate dem before dey could respond. He was leppin’ wi’ da hunger.”I shake me head slowly. “Anyting else?” “I put Comgan in charge of da renovations. Da roof is sound, jus missing a wee bit o’ da slate. In all, ’twas a grand structure at one time: now ’tis a skeleton whose flesh has been ravished by poverty. Dermot has layered spells over da location. I had Erskine aid him. No craitur should be able ta detect our presence here. Since we bought da property straight out, na even da humans will bother us.” I rub me eyes and nod. “Dat’s good, Finn.”Finn studies me before he asks, “Do ye need anyting, Brenn? Is dere someting I can do for ye?” “How long have I been gone?” I ask. “Asleep? Na long,” he responds. “A few hours.” He leans back in his seat. His calm, regal eyes are missing nuting. “Ye’ve been here da whole time?” I ask, raising me eyebrow.“I have,” he nods as if he hasn’t had anyting better ta do. His black hair falls forward onto his brow. “I can take care of meself, Finn,” I mutter, trying ta clear me head.“Even so.” Finn shrugs, na at all put off. “Ye plannin’ ta guard me forever, brudder?” I ask.“If need be.” “Ye worried one of da fellas will try ta kill me in me sleep?” “Ye do smell delicious—very much like Genevieve at da moment—ye may want ta go and wash off her scent before someone determines ta make ye his queen. And ta yer point, ye resemble such a peaceful craitur when ye’re nappin’. ’Tis a wonder I do na end ye meself,” he says with a grin. His green eyes, so reminiscent of our family’s, glow wi’ humor. Dere’s na a bit o’ malice in his voice, jus mirth. In truth, he’d protect me at his own peril, and I’d protect him at moin. “So ye plan ta be around whenever I close me eyes?” “Ye sleep too deeply. Ye’re like a wan,” he says critically.“Ye try sleepin’ lightly after all of dese centuries wi’out—’tis no easy task.” “Ye’re too auld, Brenn” he teases me.“I might be at dat.” “Will ye speak of Genevieve or no? I’ve a care ta know how our queen fairs.” “She’s grand.” “Is she now?” “Da divine aingeals have her in a wintery, mountain enclave—’tis very Palladian—ye’d approve.” “So Emil hasn’t taken her?” “Na for da moment.” “Shall we go and collect her den?” Finn asks, but he seems in no hurry ta move from where he is. “Dere’s more ta it. Atwater is dere wi’ her,” I say. Finn’s demeanor changes as if I had told him dat a fella had touched his Molly. Quick as a click, he’s on his feet by me side wi’ a killer-shine is his eyes. “Ye’re sure ’twas him?” “I did na see him wi’ me own eyes. Genevieve told me he sought her out.”Finn’s knuckles stand out on his fists, ready ta be bloodied. “Whah does da bugger want wi’ Genevieve? Does he have a plan for her as well?” “He’s an aingeal. Dey all have plans, one way or da other,” I say. “Except dat Atwater’s plans never come ta fruition.” --------------------------------------------------------- less

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