I chose this book because of the interesting premise and that it seemed to be something different in a saturated paranormal market. While I found the book to be an enjoyable read, I felt the book didn’t live up to its billing. I also want to mention I haven’t read the first two books in this series, so I am hoping that some of the issues I found with this one would be resolved, but frankly I found the “faerie” (with no Celtic connotations or other mythological underpinnings) to be quite jarring with Native American spirituality. The Fairy Queen has very distinct mythological roots (Thomas the Rhymer comes to mind immediately) so to have her turn into a Disney-esque villain over layed with spirit animals and skin walkers (also which have very distinct mythological roots, while they’re treated as garden variety astral traveling shaman here) made me wonder how much mythological and cultural research the author had done. When that was combined with factually incorrect information about Oklahoma’s weather (There actually is a smaller “tornado season” for Tornado Alley in the fall, so it’s not “rare” to have a tornado.) as well as the random “bus stop” that seemed to show up just for convenience, I felt as if the book could have done better with much more research and understanding. Add to that the very young characters, who seemed to have emotional swings that belied their long history, and the book just fell flat for me.
I think if someone started from the first book and was a younger demographic than I (with less mythological/spiritual background), then perhaps the story could be a good diversion and it does have several positive reviews on Amazon, so I am recommending this book with a warning for those who do study mythology and sprituality.
up, carrying with it the smell of late fall, of damp vegetation and sour
apples. It played with Adi’s hair, although she barely noticed the cold breeze.
Too many eyes were staring at her. Adi’s skin itched with the attention. She
wasn’t usually this shy, but the weight of all the glares made her afraid to
lift her head.
they won’t bite. Let me introduce you. They’re my family—they’ll love you.”
Adi understood Honi’s unspoken words.
were there? Forty? Fifty? Had the entire Mekui’te tribe come out to greet them?
Adi shivered. The smell of early snow made her nose twitch. It brought bad
memories of a woman with white eyes, forcing her to make a choice between
Honi’s life and a lifelong thrall.
when an ice-cold gust blew across the open space where Honi had parked their
rental. He had called ahead, laughing and joking with his old friend and
mentor, John. The shaman of the Mekui’te tribe had expected them hours earlier,
but they’d gotten held up at the airport. Their luggage had gone missing for a
few hours, plus the rental car hadn’t been ready yet.
driven the five hours from the airport to the reservation, they had to take
turns because both of them had been exhausted after the long trip from Germany
back to the U.S. The closer they’d gotten to their destination, the more Honi’d
woken up. His excitement to see his family again after more than a year had
been so infectious that Adi’d swallowed down her apprehension.
kept a smile on her face, trying to appear relaxed and at ease. Inside, she was
anything but. There was something disconcerting standing in front of such a
large group of people, most of who looked at her with suspicion.
she was a stranger? Had John told the community she was a spirit walker? She
couldn’t imagine he had. So why the hostility that wafted from the silent group
like an invisible cloud?
to a tall man with a black Stetson pulled deep into his craggy face. His eyes
were warm as he hugged Honi to him. Adi remembered meeting him in the hospital
when she’d sat next to Honi’s bed, waiting for him to wake up from a coma. His
name was Jim Fisher, and he was Honi’s father.
for a moment as the two men chatted excitedly. He looked just like Honi would
when he got older. Still tall and lean, only the lines around his eyes betrayed
his age. Her boyfriend turned towards her and waved her over. She kept her eyes
on Jim Fisher’s face as she approached, smiling politely.
changed from one second to the next. Gone was the warmth, the humor. Instead,
he crossed his arms and spread his legs, anchoring himself. Adi had already
stuck out her hand, ready to shake his. Confused, she pulled it back. She
looked at Honi, who seemed equally baffled.
silence, Adi spoke, still keeping a timid smile on her face. “Mr. Fisher? Do
you remember me? We met at—”
are.” The words were harsh, underlined by his angry expression.
woman responsible for Honi giving up his entire future. For you, he dropped
university, and followed you to Germany. And now you have the nerve to come
here, with him, asking for my blessing? You, an outsider to this community?”
her, his dark eyes blazing with fury. Adi swallowed hard. She hadn’t been sure
how she would be greeted. She’d been nervous about meeting Honi’s family, but
had not expected this level of hostility towards her.
grew hot, and tears welled up. Driving all the way to the reservation had taken
forever. During the entire journey, Honi had told her stories about his family.
About his relationship with John and many of the elders. He’d made her laugh so
many times with funny stories about how lovable and unique the tribe’s people
were. Adi had expected that they might be slow to accept her. But she’d been
unprepared to be shut out like this from the very first moment she met Honi’s
balled into fists. She fought back tears of exhaustion and humiliation. Then
she blinked her eyes open again, fiercely determined to not show any weakness.
A familiar emotion welled up. How dared they treat her like this? They didn’t
even know her. They had no idea what Honi and Adi had been through. It was a
miracle that they made it out the other side alive and well. Adi had sacrificed
the rest of her life in servitude to the faerie queen, with the understanding
that Honi could never find out.
whispered. When he didn’t turn around and continued staring at his father, she
repeated louder, “Honi!”
around. His obvious confusion and sadness calmed her down a little bit and
softened her next words.
tired. Can we please postpone all this until tomorrow? I don’t want to stand
here in the freezing wind and argue with these people.”
hand dismissively at Honi’s tribe—not the nicest choice of words, but she was
pissed at her treatment. Honi’s eyebrows drew together as the only outward sign
of irritation with the way she’d just shrugged off his entire family. He took
her arm and without saying another word to his father, he led her back to the
been to stay with his parents, but instead, Honi drove to the only motel within
ten miles of the reservation. After he’d checked them in, he silently carried
their suitcases into the double room. Adi was glad he’d done so without asking,
because the tiredness was now so enveloping that she could barely keep her head
five-star luxury hotel, but the linens were reasonably clean, and the room
smelled only a little. Adi sat down at the edge of the bed, too numb and
exhausted even to cry. Honi sat next to her and put his arm around her
shoulders. He looked as upset as she felt.
sorry. I don’t know why he acted the way he did.” He pulled her in tighter, and
Adi put her head on his shoulder. “Let’s get a good night’s sleep, and tomorrow
we’ll go back and start over.”