I hope she will love just one in the end. Because it's weird for me the fact that she loves all of them even Brennus. I wish Russell could be with Brownie and love her almost so deeply as Evie loves Reed, maybe she would let him go if that happened. But i like both of them, but not with her. The bad thing is that i like Russell and Brennus too and i feel guilt about it. My heart breaks for him with all this mess Evie keeps doin with her love life. and for me it's like he's her algel soulmate or something. just a bit bossy but even this i can understand. I love that guy! He's powerfull and so perfect. It is her love for Reed which has made her attractive to him (the expression on her face in the painting, her resistance and her continued hard-headedness. It was Reed and getting back to where she wants to be that helped Evie to be strong enough to fight off Brennus in the first place. He thinks he's in love with Evie because she's the first one who has ever stood up to him rather than laying over and saying 'ooh, bite me! Make me an addict' (basically), just because it is temporary fun. Friendship, sure, but nothing beyond that.īrennus.ugh. I would have written off that relationship possibility right then and there, if I were Evie.

But seriously, the way he threw Evie under the bus in the first book when he saw her with Reed showed what a baby Russell really is. She feels obligated to pay attention to Russell because of the soul mate thing, which I understand. It is Reed who has helped her to be strong. No thanks.Įvie has gone on and on about Reed and he brings out the best in her. Brennus is abusive, obnoxious, needy, controlling, mysoginistic and mostly dead. 'You don't know how fiercely beautiful you are, do you?' a quiet voice behind her asks, causing her to stiffen and fix her eyes on the rocks along the shoreline.Always Reed. It bathes away the frigid sweat of fear that has broken on her brow. Tipping her face up, she lets the rain wash over her. As she studies the shadows between the falling-down stone, she imagines creeping shapes of undead Faeries grasping the rock, waiting for their ship to draw nearer to their position. The cold, moss-covered edifices practically scream their presence. She finds it difficult to imagine now how the Gancanagh had made this their home for so long without anyone realizing it. She catches her first sight of the Irish coastline its craggy landscape makes her shiver in dread. She walks slowly to the railing overlooking the water.

Pulling her dark peacoat tighter to her body, the wind lifts red tendrils of her hair. Cold, fine drops of rain fall softly on Evie's cheeks as she emerges from the darkness of the ship's interior to the gray, overcast sky of the main deck.

Incendiary by Amy A. Bartol