Monday, September 1, 2014

The Beautiful Ashes (Broken Destiny #1) by Jeaniene Frost Review


Frost has done it again and created yet another world that I can easily get lost in! This new world is complex, dark, and full of action. I admit that I absolutely loved the Night Huntress series and was sad to see it end, but Frost has delivered a completely new world to enjoy. The Beautiful Ashes has a much different feel than the Night Huntress books. There's no sex in this book, it is pure world building and laying the foundation for the series. The story starts off with a bang and action ensues right away. 

In The Beautiful Ashes we are introduced to Ivy, a 20 year old college student, who should be enjoying her life as a carefree student. However, fate has stepped in and her whole world is turned upside down. While trying to process the horrific loss of both parents in a car accident, Ivy is now investigating the disappearance of her only sister as well. Ivy is determined to find and rescue her sister from whatever misfortune has found her, however she quickly discovers that there is much more happening than she could have ever imagined.  Ivy has a heritage and legacy that will shape the future of mankind and could possibly reshape the world as we know it. 

Adrian steps in to save Ivy and soon discovers that their two destinies may be irrevocably intertwined whether they want it or not. Adrian is more than he seems, has a dark and disturbing past, as well as his own agenda. Adrian knows who and what he is, as well as what being around Ivy will mean to both of them. He is determined to fight the legacy that his bloodline has cursed him with. He also believes that in order to escape his destiny has must help Ivy and then get away from her as quickly as possible despite his growing feelings for her. 

Frost is setting up a host of interesting and sometimes disturbing characters that I am sure will be developed and expanded in upcoming Broken Destiny books. Frost has a great talent for weaving folklore, mythology, religious history/ beliefs, and cultural references into her stories and The Beautiful Ashes is no exception. The Archon (angel) Zach is a great character that will hopefully be featured and revealed more and more as the story continues. Zach is a letter of the law character who follows the orders of his "Boss" strictly with no deviation or room for interpretation. Being so black and white proves frustrating to Ivy and Adrian, but he seems to always come through when they need him the most. Frost's take on Demons and the realms of Hell is unique and drew me in so quickly that I finished the book much faster than I would have liked. This was such an enjoyable read and I am looking forward to seeing where Frost will lead us next.

Happy Reading!
Monica

**I was gifted an ARC in exchange for an honest review.**

   About The Beautiful Ashes 

 In a world of shadows, anything is possible. Except escaping your fate. Ever since she was a child, Ivy has been gripped by visions of strange realms just beyond her own. But when her sister goes missing, Ivy discovers the truth is far worse—her hallucinations are real, and her sister is trapped in a parallel realm. And the one person who believes her is the dangerously attractive guy who's bound by an ancient legacy to betray her. Adrian might have turned his back on those who raised him, but that doesn't mean he can change his fate…no matter how strong a pull he feels toward Ivy. Together they search for the powerful relic that can save her sister, but Adrian knows what Ivy doesn't: that every step brings Ivy closer to the truth about her own destiny, and a war that could doom the world. Sooner or later, it will be Ivy on one side and Adrian on the other. And nothing but ashes in between…


  

  About Jeaniene Frost



Jeaniene Frost is the New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling author of the Night Huntress series, the Night Prince series, and the upcoming Broken Destiny series. To date, foreign rights for her novels have sold to twenty different countries. Jeaniene lives in North Carolina with her husband Matthew, who long ago accepted that she rarely cooks and always sleeps in on the weekends. Aside from writing, Jeaniene enjoys reading, poetry, watching movies with her husband, exploring old cemeteries, spelunking and traveling – by car. Airplanes, children, and cook books frighten her. For information on Jeaniene's books, reading the first 20% of each book free, book trailers, deleted scenes, creature mythology, and more, please visit: www.jeanienefrost.com



Excerpt

“What is that?” Adrian’s voice startled me. For a second, I was disoriented, the dream clinging to me as it always did. Yes, I was in a car, but I wasn’t the unknown woman driving away from her baby. That wasn’t real. The glare Adrian leveled at my chest was, though. “Is that a mirror?” He sounded horrified. I looked down. My locket was open, the mirrored side facing me. At some point while I was sleeping, I must’ve opened it. Adrian’s hand shot out, but this time, I was too fast for him. “Don’t you dare,” I snapped, holding it out of his reach. “It’s the only picture I have of my sister after you left everything I own back at that hotel in Bennington!” He lunged again, actually letting go of the steering wheel to reach the side of the car where I held it. With a sharp yank, he wrested the locket from my hands. I tried to snatch it back, but he shoved me into my seat with one hand, finally grabbing the steering wheel with the other. “Are you crazy?” I shrieked. “You could’ve gotten us killed!” If this hadn’t been a lonely stretch of desert road, our careening into the next lane might’ve had permanent consequences. “You’re going to get yourself killed,” was his chilling response. Then, still pinning me to my chair with that single hand, he held my locket up. I gasped. Something dark poked out of the small mirror, like a snake made of blackest smoke. It disappeared when Adrian smashed the mirror against the steering wheel, but an eerie wind whistled through the car, ruffling my hair and stinging my nostrils with its acrid scent. Adrian muttered a word in that unknown language, and I didn’t need a translator to tell me it was a curse. “What was that?” My voice was hoarse. He threw me a pitying glance, which frightened me even more. If he wasn’t angry, we must really be screwed. His next words proved that. “Brace yourself, Ivy. You’re about to meet a demon.”

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