All Hallows Night by Marie Hall Series: Night Series, #2 Publication Date: March 8, 2014 Genre: Urban Fantasy
Secrets and truths, lies and red herrings… which is which? That’s what Pandora’s trying to figure out. Ever since the death of her best, and probably only friend by her own hands, she’s not sure who to trust anymore. The Priest is dead. The Gray Man is… she’s not even sure what. Luc, well, Luc is Luc.
The Order has sent her deep into the heart of Mexico to investigate a potential zombie uprising. She arrives at the start of the Dia de los Muertos festival—a celebration for the dead and immediately things don’t feel right to her. For one, bodies (the living kind) keep disappearing. They’re not being kidnapped, no, if only things were that simple. Literally there one second, gone the next, she’s not sure what to make of it. On top of that mum’s are floating all over the place. Is that merely symbolism associated with the festival, or is it a clue of something far more sinister?
In this explosive sequel to the USA Today Bestselling, Crimson Night, an old ally returns and a shocking truth is revealed. One that will turn her investigation into The Order’s duplicity on its head and make Pandora question everything she ever thought she knew…
I’d meant to ask around town, see if any of the locals knew of or had heard about any recent or strange deaths, but I was a stranger to them. A gringa (white face), they wouldn’t trust me enough to answer me. Part of Lust’s glamour was that I could turn myself into the walking embodiment of anybody’s deepest desire, but doing so also required that I had sex recently. A sort of tit for tat kind of arrangement. But since that night and the possession of my third soul, Lust wasn’t working so well for me anymore. My desire for sex was practically nil. Luc was the first person I’d slept with since waking from my semi-coma, and even that had left me empty and cold. I knew I should be a lot more worried than I actually was—I dunno, maybe Lust was still in shock after our stint in Hell. Meeting Wrath had done things to Lust, screwed with her head. She was like a whimpering, terrified dog tucking tail and hiding in a corner, and there wasn’t much I could do to bring her out.
So I had to do this sleuthing thing the good old-fashioned way. Being as old as I am, you get a feeling for people. The outer shell might be different, but the inside was always the same. If I wanted to find what I was looking for, I had to go someplace designed to loosen tongues and get men talking. Get a man drunk enough and he’ll tell you anything you want to know.Opening the door to the first dive I found in town, I entered and stood just inside as my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting.
Rating: 4 Stars !!!
I got this book from the author, free of cost, in exchange of an honest review from my side.
Firstly I would like to thank the author and the publisher for giving me this opportunity of reading and reviewing this fabulous book.
I really enjoyed every bit of this story and it was really interesting from start to finish and I loved the little twists that the author introduced here and there. I also liked the smooth flow of the events that took place one after the other and the combination of thrill and adventure took my breath away.
I loved the writing style of the author very much and the dialogues were crisp and easy to grasp. The characters are fabulous and I loved each and every one of them. The ending was very well executed and the suspense gave me chills.
Over all a great read just I have a minor complaint that is the slow movement of the story at the beginning but later on it picked up the pace and flowed smoothly. Enjoy guys!!!
TOPIC: Why Choosing Your Setting is Important
Why your setting is so important when writing a book, but most especially when writing a series is because you're going to be living in that world for quite sometime. So you want to pick a place that A. You either know like the back of your hand so that it rings sincere, or B. You can imagine in such a way that the reader can 'see' your world. One of the things I'm almost always complimented on is my world building. I laugh about that, because that's what most appealed to me as a reader growing up. The fantastical worlds a writer would craft from their imagination. I'm one of those readers that loves a good metaphor. The cherry blossom tree bloomed like fluffy mounds of pink spun cotton candy. I'm convinced that if you can make the reader get excited not just about the characters, but the world they live in, they'll love you. It's why I'm so drawn to fantasy, fairy tales especially. Because I can write about a world that's full of fifty foot carnivorous frogs and little tea roses that laugh and sing when you walk through the garden. But you can apply that same type of beauty even if you choose to write about the real world. Clouds floated through the strikingly azure sky looking like giant puffs of cotton balls. Now don't overdo your metaphors or it'll get monotones, but timed just right, they can expand the senses of your reader and more fully insert them into the world. So no matter if you pick an isolated forest, or a sprawling metropolitan, make sure to include all the senses when writing about them. Sight, sound, taste, and touch are so vital to crafting a well rounded setting.
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Marie Hall is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author who loves books that make you think, or feel something. Preferably both. And while she's a total girly girl and loves glitter and rainbows, she's just as happy when she's writing about the dark underbelly of society. Well, if things like zombies, and vampires, and werewolves, and mermaids existed. (Although she has it on good authority that mermaids do in fact exist, because the internet told her so.) She's married to the love of her life, a sexy beast of a caveman who likes to refer to himself as Big Hunk. She has two awesome kids, lives in Hawaii, loves cooking and occasionally has been known to crochet. She also really loves talking about herself in the third person.