“I thrust my hand toward the sky as my voice begs the Elemental inside me to waken and rise. But it’s no use. The curse I’ve spent my entire life abhorring—the thing I trained so hard to control—no longer exists.”
Nym risked her life to save Faelen, her homeland, from a losing war, only to discover that the shapeshifter Draewulf has stolen everything she holds dear. But when the repulsive monster robs Nym of her storm-summoning abilities as well, the beautiful Elemental realizes her war is only just beginning.
Now powerless to control the elements that once emboldened her, Nym stows away on an airship traveling to the metallic kingdom of Bron. She must stop Draewulf. But the horrors he’s brought to life and the secrets of Bron are more than Nym bargained for. Then the disturbing Lord Myles tempts her with new powers that could destroy the monster, and Nym must decide whether she can compromise in the name of good even if it costs her very soul.
As she navigates the stark industrial cityscape of Bron, Nym is faced with an impossible choice: change the future with one slice of a blade . . . or sacrifice the entire kingdom for the one thing her heart just can’t let go.
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Mary Weber is the award-winning HarperCollins author of the bestselling young adult Storm Siren Trilogy, and The Sofi Snow duology. An avid school and conference speaker, Mary’s passion is helping others find their voice amid a world that often feels too loud. When she’s not plotting adventures involving tough girls who frequently take over the world, Mary sings 80s hairband songs to her three muggle children and ogles her husband who looks strikingly like Wolverine. They live in California which is perfect for stalking LA bands and the ocean. She gets nerdy at maryweber.com; Facebook: marychristineweber; Instagram: maryweberauthor; Twitter: @mchristineweber; and Goodreads.
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Book Two in the Storm Siren Trilogy
By Mary Weber
Thomas NelsonCopyright © 2015 Mary Christine Weber
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Five minutes earlier ...
There is a moment, just before every storm, when the entire world pauses. As if the atmosphere, in unison with the ocean tides, the wind, the sky's watery teardrops, is forced to hold its breath. A bracing against the violence it knows will come—the tempest that perhaps this time, this moment, might actually shred the world's soul.
I am in that moment now.
I am that moment.
My Elemental blood is paused in my veins—I can feel it the same way I feel Eogan's hand on my skin as the golden candle orbs float past my window, ascending from the Castle's courtyard celebration below. On their way to the stars, their round glow shines through the glass pane to reflect off the floor, the glossy walls, the bedpost in my room. They illuminate Eogan's beautiful black skin and the jagged bangs covering half his face as his green eyes search mine.
"Are you all right?" His voice is ragged, fresh from the peace-treaty speech he just gave with King Sedric.
I nod and glance over the healing bruises and cuts I can see, and the internal ones I can't because they're hidden behind that unfair tweak of a smile. You? I want to ask.
His grin widens as he traces a finger down my cheek to my jawline and leans his tall self in until he is inches away and I am breathing in his familiar scent of honey and pine mixed with something oddly musky. His gaze drops to my mouth.
Never better, his eyes answer. He bends closer so that, for a second, his lips nearly touch mine.
I swear it almost dissolves every piece of me in the in-between as I wait for his kiss. Just as I've waited for this moment, this time, finally alone with him, for the past week since the battle at the Keep.
But the kiss doesn't come.
Instead my breath, my veins, they remain bated as the cheers from the courtyard erupt louder through the shut window—the Faelen people extolling Eogan and King Sedric for the truce the two kingdoms just signed.
"To our own King Sedric!"
"And Eogan of Bron! Lost prince who helped defend Faelen!"
Lost prince who is now king of Bron.
I lean back and clear my throat, then tip my head toward the sound. They're calling for him to go back out there. Instead he's here consorting with a slave.
I give him a sly grin. What will they think? But abruptly my heart is dithering and thudding because, yes, what will they think? What will he think? The only man I've cared for is now the most notable person in the Hidden Lands. And I am still Elemental—recently elevated to revered status in Faelen maybe, but I doubt his Bron subjects will feel the same.
He doesn't answer. His grin just ripples and broadens.
Suddenly his whole body is rippling, shaking beneath my fingers.
Next thing I know he's raised a scornful brow and uttered a growl and the broadening smile turns toothy.
I pull away. What in hulls?
The firelight bounces off of those teeth a moment, making them look long. Shiny. I'd think he was teasing if it didn't look so disturbing, but he's stretching his neck and shoulders, extending them up as if adjusting his spine beneath that undulating skin. When he straightens it's to glare down at me, as if he is still Eogan. And yet not.
Very carefully he sweeps his black bangs from his face and tucks them behind his ear in a sickening, all-too-familiar trait.
It makes my stomach lurch. I swallow and retreat another step in my velvet slippers and white waste-of-someone's-good-fortune dress.
It can't be.
"I warned you at the Keep," he whispers.
Oh, please, no.
Before I can ask or curse or make my mouth work in any way that forms words, he tips his head to reveal the slightly healed gash running down the back of his neck. Not a gash. A clawed incision.
Exactly like Breck had when Draewulf cut her open and crawled inside her skin.
I shake my head. It has to be a trick of Lord Myles. He must be alive and using his mind powers in retaliation.
I squint, searching his face, waiting for the mirage to change, but he merely bends closer and tucks a swag of my hair behind my ear as a disgusting snarl mars his rich voice. "I told you that you couldn't save both Eogan and your country."
My lungs empty as my heart crashes to the Castle's stone floor.
I blink once, twice, to clear my blasted vision. But there's nothing to clear.
It's not a trick of Myles.
It's the face of the man I love taken over by a 130-year-old shape-shifting murderer.
Draewulf. My breath is reeling and my heart is choking out of my chest. "You didn't. You couldn't—"
"Couldn't?" He lifts a hand to my snowy-white hair.
My veins ripple, and that half smile I've come to care for most in the world goes eerie as his green eyes flicker to reveal black wolf eyes. "You chose Faelen," he murmurs.
One heartpulse ...
Two heartpulses ...
"You should've kept a better eye on him, Nym."
No, no, no, no. This is not happening. I curl my hand into a fist and cause the sky to thunder so loud my words shake the walls. "What. Have you. Done?"
He bends closer. "Took over Eogan while you were too busy saving the pathetic people who enslaved you."
My breath explodes and I ignite like fire and maelstrom and murder. My body sizzles with the static sweeping through my blood as the siren inside that pushed back the airships, the siren that saved Faelen, flares through my Elemental veins.
I lift my deformed left hand and place it against my trainer's broad chest that now holds a monster. He clamps down on my arm.
I don't even think about it—I just let loose a surge of energy against him, as if to burn the beast from his body before considering the damage that doing so might cause. His skin lights up like brilliant night skies, but instead of melting him out, my energy molds into a shield over him—Eogan's block somehow countering me in the only way it's ever been able.
"Mother of a toothless—" I let loose choice words owner number four's mum taught me and press harder, drawing in a mass of clouds above the Castle courtyard where the atmosphere darkens.
"That erratic temper of yours that he found so appealing does not amuse me, girl. You'll stop. Now."
A flick of my wrist and the lightning it elicits rips through the slit in the window seam, blasting the whole pane open in explosive shards across the floor. The lightning narrowly misses the bed as it cracks the air and practically shatters my eardrums. Eogan growls, and the curtains catch fire—the flames of cloth quickly drip to the seat before sliding to the small carpet.
He snatches my crippled hand as if to soothe me, control me. "You will stop or—"
"Or what?" I shove into his chest again to shoot a thin layer of ice from my gimpy, curled fingers, spreading it out across his skin and down his body onto the floor, toward the window and up onto the seat and curtains where it smothers the fire. The next instant the ice is crawling up from my hand to enter his mouth, his throat. His breathing turns labored. He begins choking. Gasping.
Eogan's body is dying at my hand.
His eyes widen. As if Draewulf in him is surprised. Impressed. "Kill me, and you'll kill his body." His voice crackles in a tone that's suddenly too close to Eogan's. Too intimate. Too perfectly familiar.
My hand falters.
His grip tightens over the memorial tattoos on my left arm and Eogan's ability to soothe rushes my veins, muting the fury, deflating the curse in my blood.
I pull back. How dare he use Eogan's block against me.
But his lips curl as his other hand lashes up to rest right above my screaming heart. And suddenly he's squelching something. Sucking the life-pulse.
My insides are being carved up and cut out.
"What the—?" The siren in my veins begins fluttering and beating, like a bird flailing for escape from the wave of heat barreling through. I try to jerk away, and for a second, I swear a cry breaks out from my rib cage before the hot surge courses in and cools to harden like doused metal underneath my skin, searing my blood to my bones. The siren's scream falls silent and there is nothing but heaviness.
My ability ...
I twitch my wrist at the sky to resummon the storm, but the clouds keep dissipating. What in hulls? I wrench harder, twisting my fingers to claim the night air, the wind, the rain.
Except it's not there.
As if my Elemental blood has been drained and I am left a normal, non-Uathúil, Faelen person.
"What did you do?"
He merely pinches harder.
I bat him away as his hands grab for my waist, my shoulders. I shove and squirm from his grip, but his fingers crumple my dress as he draws me firmly in place against his chest and sneers down from the mouth that kissed me exactly one week ago when we stood at the Keep while the world went to hulls around us in bursts of bombs and lightning. "Consider it a gift—a deliverance from your curse," he whispers.
I struggle against him, except even as I do, I'm inhaling Eogan's scent of pine and honey mixed with smoke from the extinguished fire, and I am simultaneously yearning for him and disgusted. My fingers claw at his arms but he doesn't seem to notice.
He just smirks and slides his hand up to my throat.
I stiffen and refuse to let him see in my expression how I'm bleeding at every single one of my heart seams. "Go ahead."
His fingers constrict.
I gasp. Wheeze. And wait for the slow death of him shape-shifting into me even as my fingers try to tear chunks from his flesh.
His hand crushes harder into my neck, cutting off my air. My vision swims until I'm clawing and writhing and a cry has seeped up from my throat. Oh hulls I can't breathe. I knee him in the thigh, but he doesn't even flinch. Then I'm gasping, flailing, dying.
Just as my legs give way and my vision starts to blacken, he relents and I drop to the floor.
"Like taming a pet," he snarls. He flips around and strides to the door and opens it to a rush of music from the Great Hall that drowns out the shouts from the partygoers in the Castle courtyard. "Don't be late to the banquet. I'd like to think you'll especially enjoy my toast praising your help in destroying Odion and handing me Bron's throne."
The door shuts without him looking back, sending a parting chill of horror to settle over me.
I stare at the cracked, silver-plated wood as the realization emerges ...
I have saved the world only to lose the most beautiful pieces of my soul: Colin. Breck.
I glare at the closed door, simultaneously holding my throat while cursing that illegitimate bolcrane offspring to come back.
I can't stop shaking. Exhale. Inhale. His scent is everywhere, piercing my nostrils, digging down my throat until I'm gagging on smoke and pulling myself up to scramble around the broken glass and ice. No no no no no! I lunge for the charred window and push my face out into the night air. The noise below is deafening—as if my erratic weather bursts only encouraged the people's frenzy.
I concentrate on breathing. Another inhale to clear my burning throat.
My body sways heavily and shakes harder, and for a second I swear my veins seize up.
I frown at my arms. What did he do to me?
"Focus on the atmosphere, Nym," I can almost hear Eogan whisper. "It's yours to control."
I shut my eyes and lean in, yearning to feel him against my achy skin and chest cavity where, until a few minutes ago, my world existed. "I can't focus," I whisper. I don't want to focus.
No! I can't do this without you.
But the moment slows anyway.
"Focus on the atmosphere."
I grit my teeth and open my eyes.
I shove my hand toward the sky.
Not even a breath of wind stirs as the golden candle bulbs rise into the now-perfect, starry heavens.
I try again. And again—this time with both hands. Then with my voice, begging the Elemental inside to waken and rise.
But it's no use.
The curse I've spent my entire life abhorring—the thing I trained so hard to control with Eogan. No. Longer. Exists.
Just as Eogan no longer exists.
"Are you jesting?" A scream rushes my lungs and explodes from my lips, but it's hollow and heartless, with no thunder to back it up. Like the voice of a powerless child, it drowns into the party noise below. "This isn't how it's supposed to be!"
I turn back to my room, pick up the largest glass shards with my good hand, and hurl them at the walls, the fireplace, the door. How this happened I don't know—I scarcely looked away from Eogan as he fought Draewulf at the Keep. Only a matter of moments. And afterward—when he was talking to his generals ...
His skin had looked sallow. Bruised. Bloody. With that incision behind his neck.
My stomach turns. The thought of Draewulf slicing him open while I stood feet away—of Eogan dying, his essence being absorbed by the monster wearing him like a shell of flesh ... I fling a thick glass spike into the door. Then another, and another.
The last one thuds so hard it creates a crack across the overlay just as a knock sounds on the other side.
"Miss?" a man's clipped voice calls through.
"I've been asked to summon you to the banquet."
What? I look around. Now? An awareness of what I'm supposed to be doing sinks in, as does the roomful of dissipating smoke and broken glass and the blood covering my palms that are somehow sliced like ribbons.
Oh kracken. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to do this. I bend over as my head spins, bringing bile up my throat. "Why didn't you just kill me too?" I yell at Draewulf.
"To hulls with your blasted banquet," I snap loud enough for the man to hear. But I go ahead and dab my hands on my dress and step over to the washbasin to dunk them in case he barges in.
The cold water burns like litches. It scalds and sears the smoke from my head—enough to register the fact that not only am I supposed to be at the banquet, but Draewulf left me functioning enough to attend it. I steady my trembling arms. Bite my lip. Whatever he's planning, he kept me alive to watch.
"Miss." The man's voice comes again with a more insistent knock. "Please. We need to hurry."
Narrowing my eyes, I shove my blasted feelings so deep that the numb rises and spreads over them in a thin, fragile layer. Just go see what he's got planned.
I grab the drying cloth and stride to the door. I yank it open to find one of the captain's guards. Tannin, if I recall, with his brown eyes, brown skin, and hair that sticks up like a thatched roof.
His expression is full of admiration as he tips his head politely. "The celebration—" He stalls, and I watch the discreet slide of his eyes down my white waist-length Elemental hair to my blood-smeared dress. He makes a shocked noise in the back of his throat.
"I'll be a few minutes."
I shut the door and, turning back to the water-basin table, pull one of my knives from its sheath. Shakily, I use it to shred the drying cloth into strips and tie the material around my bleeding palms, pressing them hard until the oozing subsides, then walk to the wardrobe King Sedric had someone fill with the lavish-type dresses we both despise. Not because they're not gorgeous—they are—but because they're a disgusting waste of money when the peasant population has spent the last forty years starving.
I pull out a sleeveless black gown with no layers or buttons, which makes it easy to slip into despite my sliced palms and my left hand's fingers that are permanently curled inward almost to a fist. The fingers that never healed right after Brea, owner fourteen, took a mallet to them when my lightning strike took her husband's sight because he couldn't keep his anger to himself.
Once on, the dress shimmers and flows around my frame. A look in the mirror while I carefully drag a brush down my hair shows the dress does more than flow and cling. The color sets off the black trellis of owner- and memorial-tattooed markings circling my bare arms. It darkens them, making them look eerie. Uncomfortable.
I pick up my sheath of knives and strap the blades to my calf, then tug my dress over them. I firm my jaw. Hold it together, Nym. At least until you figure out what the kracken to do.
Except everything within me whispers that I already know what I need to do.
"Miss?" The man taps on the door again.
I lift my chin and straighten my unsteady shoulders. And harden my blue eyes before forcing the falsest grin I've ever smiled and walking over to open the blood-smeared, glass-impaled door.
Tannin's still standing there. He doesn't offer an arm. The veneration in his gaze is shadowed by a flash of fear. He's afraid to touch me.
I almost give a caustic laugh. Up until twenty minutes ago he should've been terrified.
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I'll be honest, after the SOUL CRUSHING END TO STORM SIREN, I was more than a little bit scared to read this one. And rightly so. Siren's Fury picks up where Storm Siren ends--actually, a few minutes prior, and we get to experience the RIP YOUR HEART OUT AND SERVE IT TO YOU ON A SILVER PLATTER FEELING ALL OVER AGAIN THANK SO MUCH FOR THAT, MARY WEBER. It's cool though. As with book one, this story is fast-paced, action packed and stuffed full of good things. Magical, healing and romantical things. Nym's journey is not easy by any means, but she continues to grow and change, discovering more about herself, her friends, and what true love--REAL love--is. FANTASTIC sequel. I can't wait for the final book! Read it.
Siren’s Fury is an awesome sequel to Storm Siren. I read both books back to back and am very impressed with the author's writing style. Book two—Siren's Fury is darker than book one—Storm Siren and at times moving a bit slow – however this is not a disadvantage as you get the time to process the storyline. Siren’s Fury is just as cleverly written and brilliantly plotted as Storm Siren. The ending is another cliffhanger, but this one is better to handle than the one in the first book. :) Can’t wait to read the last book of this powerful series!
Loved, loved, loved!!! Could not put books down until they were done. Then it was like missing and old friend...
I loved how it ended that was the best part in the book I think.
This author is fabulous at weaving an intricate story of political intrigue, power (magical and non), and a very believable love story that isn't teen like in nature. (Aka mature)
Ten thumbs up
A Sequel That Keeps You Interested Sequel Keeps You Invested. . . I would like to thank Thomas Nelson & NetGalley for granting me a copy of this e-ARC to read in exchange for an honest review. Though I received this e-book for free that in no way impacts my review. Goodreads Teaser: ""I thrust my hand toward the sky as my voice begs the Elemental inside me to waken and rise. But it's no use. The curse I've spent my entire life abhorring—the thing I trained so hard to control—no longer exists." Nym has saved Faelen only to discover that Draewulf stole everything she valued. Now he’s destroyed her Elemental storm-summoning ability as well. When Nym sneaks off with a host of delegates to Bron, Lord Myles offers her the chance for a new kind of power and the whispered hope that it may do more than simply defeat the monster she loathes. But the secrets the Bron people have kept concealed, along with the horrors Draewulf has developed, may require more than simply harnessing a darker ability. They may require who she is. Set against the stark metallic backdrop of the Bron kingdom, Nym is faced with the chance to change the future. Or was that Draewulf’s plan for her all along?" A wild, electric ride, this sequel supplies non-stop drama, emotional roller coasters, and a touch of self-awareness and personal growth. Nym, heartbroken over the loss of her love Eogan and determined to rescue him before Draewolf can completely consume him, races headlong into one long series of potentially life ending experiences. But she doesn't head out alone. With her are Lord Protector Myles and Princess Rasha, both people with their own agendas and powers, but so different from each other that their continued friction causes its own problems. While this book certainly doesn't lack in the adventure, intrigue, or drama arenas, it felt a bit abbreviated. There was too much material that was glossed over, leaving me to think that there was more going on than was being told. Now I know that is in part because the third book was being set up while this section of the tale was being shared, but the two parts weren't as seamless as I'd have liked. Had they been I'd never have noticed. But aside from that this sequel did a solid job of expanding the characters in play, and enhancing their stories and our emotional attachment, or abhorrence, to them. It was interesting how Rasha stepped into Eogan's role of being Nym's balancing point, while Myles grew from someone she detested to someone she actually developed feelings for. Feelings beyond disgust that is. As to how those relationships were developed, I'd say that was well done, and for the most part felt as if they were happening as naturally as they could, given the short amount of time that this part of the story takes place in. Nym's development was interesting to see unfold. She was at times much older than her years, but then something would happen to remind us of how young she still is. And it is her youth that causes many of the problems she and her companions face. For all she's experienced in her short life she's still lacking the necessary years of practical experience that she needs to help guide her decisions. And yet, that youth may be what ends up saving everyone - or dooming them all, including anymore herself. I guess we'll have to wait for book three to learn where things are going to go for Nym and her friends. Those that survive this sequel that is!
Fast pace, picks up where the first book ends. I look forward to the final book.
Not having read the first installment in the Storm Siren Trilogy I wasn't sure what I was getting into with this book, but with a friend's quick recap I felt ready for whatever this book would throw at me. Fans of YA and fantasy reads will ultimately find this a compelling read and as a debut series it's well-paced with admirable characters and a storyline full of twists and turns. With the character of Nym I was often reminded of Buffy The Vampire Slayer and found a heroine worth rooting for....as will you. After the heartbreaking cliffhanger in Storm Siren, Nym has been left bruised but not broken. With new friends, and old enemies, Nym continues to remain strong as she struggles to keep the peace between the nations as well as discovering what the villain Draewulf's plans are. Her journey is full of twists and turns that have her making rash decisions at times that frustrated me but her reasoning behind them made sense. Aiding her in her journey is Rasha, her bold new friend who supports her unconditionally and Myles, who left me intrigued and conflicted as he always puts himself first but shows surprising support when you least expect it. Nym will need all the support she can get as she's being tested more than ever as she fights a dark magic brewing inside her. Though this story was a bit confusing at first I quickly became immersed in the magic and suspense, though the overall themes were nothing groundbreaking. Ms. Weber's world-building further immersed me as it nicely balanced the different magics and added to an already foreboding feeling regarding Draewulf's plans. Though this is a Christian-based story I didn't notice any overt ideology which I greatly appreciated. Readers looking for an edge of your seat read with a subtle yet heartbreaking romance and compelling heroine will want to add this series to their bookshelf.
100% would recommend this series to any and everyone!
**Please note that this is the second book in The Storm Siren Series. While I always strive to keep my reviews spoiler-FREE, if you have not read the first book, you MAY encounter unknown information in this review** Mary Weber's unique world is completely incredible. Rich with colorful descriptions and details, I feel like this is a real place I would read about in my history books. Granted...the magical elements kind of give it away as being fiction. One thing that I have come to appreciate in Young Adult Fiction is the use of symbolism. Reminds me a lot of Ted Dekker's circle trilogy. The evil and darkness vs. The good and pure. The struggle that can occur when we open ourselves to the darkness...And the power that it can have over us IF WE LET IT! Ahh! SO GOOD!!!! And this story just keeps getting more and more intense. This book has a much more steam punk feel to it vs the first book. Different country, different culture, different feel. I LOVE IT! I do enjoy a book series that continues the story line because it gives the author a chance to develop the characters and thicken the plot. And also makes me glad that I usually wait till these books are all released before I dive into them...So I can, you know...BINGE READ!!! As Nym continues on her journey of harnessing her powers and stopping a war before it starts...We meet a few new characters and a few old ones tag along. Forget everything you think you know.......And be prepared to be enchanted by this tale of good vs. evil. Make sure you have book 3 ready to go before you start this one...TRUST ME...You are going to want to keep reading. I found Siren's Fury at my local library. I was not required to write a review. All opinions expressed are mine alone.
Holy Mother of All Books.... That was exhausting. I literally collapsed reading this latest installment to the Storm Siren Trilogy. From overwhelming joy, nerve wracking fear, heart gutting grief, soul searing anger and mind blowing surprise... my soul was overwhelmed with the cornucopia of emotions wrought out of me. Let me start with my three favorite characters. Eogan, Nym and Rasha. But let's get to Mr. Darcy in the flesh... Eogan. Can I just reiterate how much I love this man? He pushes Nym to look for the best in herself no matter what. Even if its from a memory of him. Their love was so powerful. The ending of the last book had me crying out for "my prreeeccciiiooouuuusssss." Yes. I wailed for Eogan. And for all that Nym lost. Nym.... oh honey. I wanted to bang her in the head and squeeze her to pieces at the same time. As strong as she was and brave, she still had so much to learn about herself, others and life. Her journey in this book is one I think we've all taken in our own way. It's what makes her so relatable in such an unrelatable world. But I could feel all her emotions and left me a shell shocked. Rasha has become one of my favorite characters. This girl was so awesome. She had this grace, yet massive spunk that made for a rare combination. We got to see much more of her and you will fall in love with her too. Mary left a lot for us to discover about her and her background so I am pacing for the next book. I won't spoil this for you, so all I can say is that this was more a more strategic book and the tension and emotion was so powerful I had to put the book down every once in a while. It was overwhelming me. My daughter actually brought me a bunch of tissues and all three hugged me... a first... because I was sobbing like at a funeral of a best friend... for huge chunks of the book. The whole length of the book. It seriously took my heart and ripped it out. Gutted. Mary yet again delivered another power packed, mind bending novel full of convoluted and elaborate plot twists that left my head spinning. Mary used her skills to create a new vision of other countries in this world. She developed complex and variant lands that were juxtaposed to make for a bizarre and intriguing landscape. The last book had some thrill, but pails in comparison to the horror in this book. Darkness, evil, nasty creatures and gruesome practices were integrated throughout the book and invaded my mind. There was some serious nausea for a few sections. Mary's super descriptive and meticulous writing created vivid and tactile scenes that will probably haunt my dreams for the next week. I did find the pace a tad slow for the first half, but that may be in part to how impatient I can be. Nym's impatience to do what she needed certainly bleed through the pages and seeped into my heart. I needed answers and the anxiety was killing me. I can proudly declare that I was a wreck reading this. Which, as you know, makes me shout of the excellence of the writing. Character development is another big aspect for me and I was not disappointed. Mary has a soft hand when it comes to her characters. She writes deftly with organic development, not "oh-my-character-needs-to-grow-up" paragraphs plopped into a scene or chapter. It flows... sometimes without conscious awareness of it till you look back and get an "ah-ha" moment. Mary's ending was yet another kick in the pants. Holy Cannoli, I sat up shrieking several times. BRAVO!!
Siren's Fury was something of a letdown after how much I became invested in Storm Siren. Not that it was terrible. Not at all. I'm still having fun with the series to be sure, something just fell flat here. If I'm being completely honest, a lot of the time I found myself just waiting for Eogan to get some scene time again! Nym's powers didn't seem as well-described -- it was tough for me to get a clear picture of what all happened with the "vortex" -- the plot felt less intense, just a lot of cold stares and threats thrown around. There was this sense of a lot of build up for virtually nothing happening (when compared to the first book)... other than a lot of sneaking around on airships and then getting caught. Multiple times. Seriously, why was everyone so bad at sneaking around in this book? Characters are talking about how terrifying Lady Isobel (Draewolf's daughter) is but honestly I found Lady Adora from the first book way more chillingly evil than Isobel ever was. Isobel just sounded like a bratty kid trying to sound scary but never getting much steam beyond "Just wait til my dad gets here!". But I was caught off guard by her blip of a moment where she let down her guard and was what? Almost helpful to Nym?! Weber continues to weave inspirational / motivational themes into her fantasy, which I love. Through her characters readers are delivered the message to not let their inner demons control them; no matter how dire the situation, there is always a choice to turn away from or fight against the darkness. Weber's characters also learn to fight evil with compassion and empathy... a lesson all the world could currently benefit from! Check out the acknowledgements page of this book and you'll spot some familiar names: Jay Asher, CJ Redwine, Marissa Meyer, Colleen Coble. Have to say though, Mary Weber... not sure this arachnophobe can entirely forgive you for those two SUPER creepy spider scenes! Yes, I get that the spider was the symbol for the center of dark power but dang, you described those creepy crawlies TOO well! Blech.
A gripping, whirlwind read with deep characters that will leave you breathless at the end. Riding in on the heels of Storm Siren (book one in the trilogy) Siren's Fury takes up where it left off with a shocking change. Nym's elemental powers are gone! This came as an absolute shock to me since I don't read book descriptions usually so then, during the rest of the story, I kept wondering...When will she get them back? Will she get them back? How will this end? Just like book one, Siren's Fury is full of descriptive writing and dynamic charters from the complex and curious Lord Myles to the infuriating Draewulf. With her humor still intact, Nym feels the weight of responsibility on her shoulders and the desire to do anything it takes to stop Draewulf. I enjoyed this book and truly felt the struggle Nym faces. In my mind she is a stubborn character who will do whatever it takes to do what she thinks is right. Sometimes I found myself arguing with her decisions though most of the time I was rooting along with her. You want to fight for (and with) her as much as you want to wrap her up in a hug and tell her she's loved. I definitely recommend this to lovers of YA Fantasy and just great fiction in general! It's fast-paced and keeps you guessing until the end. I can't wait to start Siren's Song (book three)! My rating: 4* Originally posted on my blog: http://eahendryx.blogspot.com/2016/05/sirens-fury-by-mary-weber-review.html _________________ I received a free copy of this book for review purposes, but was under no obligation to read the book or post a review. I do so under my own motivation and the opinions I have expressed in this review are honest and entirely my own.
This book has me conflicted. I certainly enjoyed the story, although not quite as much as the first book in the series, Storm Siren. There was a lot of inner turmoil and conflict. The promises made at the end of the first book (MAJOR cliffhanger) took hold of the plot for this one. This story is a lot darker than the first one in plot, and there were moments I was mad at the choices Nym made. And the book sets up the (I assume) final book in the trilogy. I can already tell I will probably like the next book as much as the first, based upon the twist that this book ended with, which would make this one the middle book in a trilogy that seems to fall flat simply because the books on either end of it are even better. But this was still, without question, a great book in a fantastic series. I must write, for a moment, about the beautiful prose that Mary Weber writes. Her language is elegant and flows through description and action in a way that makes me jealous as a writer. Listening to the audio of this book put that on full display, and I found myself being absorbed in the wonderful command of language that is so rare in writers. I can wholeheartedly recommend this trilogy to anyone who enjoys YA fantasy, as this will not disappoint. It is so elegant and the plot is so unique and interesting with characters you will love and loathe. Do yourself a favor and get the first book, and then the second book, so that you will be prepared for the release of the third on March 1st!
After I finished reading Storm Siren by Mary Weber, I knew I wanted to read the next book in the series. Thankfully NetGalley had Siren's Fury, and I was able to snag a copy. I remember the devastation I felt at the end of the first book. Reliving that was rough since Siren's Fury picks up where the first book left off, but it is well worth the read. Nym may have saved Faelan, but at what cost? People she loved died and not everyone was happy with her involvement. Nym stows away on an airship bound for Bron with a host of delegates. Among the delegates brokering peace with Bron are Rasha, Nym's friend, and the questionable Lord Myles. Myles has his own agenda and wants to use Nym to accomplish it. Will Nym succumb to Myles's influence? Sometimes you have to pick the lesser of two evils to save the world. Will Nym make the right choice? Nym has been a slave most of her life. She has lived with abilities that most people, including herself, see as a curse. Nym has struggled with the guilt of the deaths she caused due to her abilities. Can she learn to embrace her abilities and use them for good or will her new power change her? I have been on the edge of my seat from the very first page. What an emotional roller coaster! I completely enjoyed this read and look forward to finding out what happens next.
The sequel to Storm Siren, Siren’s Fury continues from the dreadful cliffhanger that left me gasping for hope. After winning the war with Bron, Nym finds that the war against Draewolf has only just begun—Draewolf has taken form of the most powerful man in Bron, planning to wreak havoc on the world. Nym is determined to stop him. The only problem is, Draewolf has stolen her powers. Siren’s Fury was crazy! I was so afraid for Nym! She seemed so lost and, as usual, angry. She made a terrible choice that was more likely to ruin everything than to solve all the problems as she hoped. I was entirely afraid her choice would result in something terrible. Siren’s Fury was pretty dark. Nym spent most of the book angry, heartbroken, and depressed as she fought against her enemies. The entire book hinged on that one decision she made. The consequences of that choice made the story become darker and darker from the evil magic involved and the effects it was having on Nym. The descriptions of the country of Bron stayed in my mind. It was a violent country, full of harsh rules and sharp edges. There were factories, technological advances, and pollution. The people were used to a violent king. I am still not sure what would happen if Nym, their once enemy, marries their new, kinder king. Overall, I enjoyed Siren’s Fury for its interesting plot and the continuation of the series, but I wish it was not as dark. I intend to read the third book in the series when it is published. I received a free copy of this book from Netgalley and the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
3.5/5 stars I have to admit, I went into Siren's Fury with some trepidation. After the gut-wrenching cliffhanger from the first book, I didn't know how I would find the strength to survive this one! Thankfully, I was so immersed in this world and its characters, so it motivated me to push forward and see how things would all play out. I have to be very careful here to avoid spoilers, but I must say, I am SO glad I had this second book on hand after reading the first. It definitely helped my impending hysteria. While I didn't quite enjoy this book as much as the first, I do feel the events that transpired were critical to pushing the story into its final stages. And what an explosive ending it was! I did feel this book was much more political in nature and I think that was part of my problem. There is a lot of planning going on and not as much action as the first book and having JUST read the first one and powering through it and learning about Nym, her abilities, Eogan, and their developing relationship, it was hard to change to a slower paced book. I also felt myself a bit confused about some of the lengths Nym goes to, to stop Draewulf. I didn't really understand this darker magic she took on and what it was designed to do. I had a vague idea, but I just didn't feel 100% on board with it. I did really like Nym's friendship with Rasha and was surprised by her alliance with Lord Myles. I was incredibly wary of him, because I just couldn't believe his endgame was anything less than selfish. Draewulf absolutely repulsed me and I couldn't believe what he did to Nym in the beginning of the book! I am so ready for her to take him down! I liked the direction Weber took Nym's character. She has a lot of decisions to make in this book and she is pulled in so many different directions because of them. She wants to follow her heart and save that which has been lost, but she also knows she must do what is right for the greater good. I liked seeing those moral decisions come into play because I feel they really enhanced her as a character. I am SO ready for Book Three! I can't wait to see what will happen next, especially with the revelation at the end! (Thankfully, we don't have another killer cliffhanger!)