Shadow
The Romany Outcasts
Series, #2
by Christi J. Whitney
Date of
Publication: June 2nd 2016
Publisher: HarperCollins/HarperVoyagerUK
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Artist: Cherie Chapman
Genre: YA, Fantasy/Urban Fantasy
When stone hearts break they shatter.
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Shadow (The Romany Outcasts, #2) . . .
No slight. No cheat. Not disappointed. I got me a FABULOUS follow-up to Grey - The Romany Outcasts, #1. How could one young man be so sweet, true, real, endearing, and keep himself in the world around him that only wants to cage, chain, and demean him? I am hooked not doubt about it. I loved book one and I found book two to be amazing, intriguing, emotional, and captivating the senses of the world build around young Grey.Sebastian gave a side of himself that was not seen so much in Grey (book one). He was a bit mouthy, short tempered, easily irritated, but still you knew it was him. He was dealing with much in his world. He has just found out things about himself he did not know. He had to adjust to the expectations, the realization, and the confusion of it all. He was in need of finding himself, understanding himself, and discovering who he was and destine to be.
No matter all the other characters that will be encounter in this read. You will find rich, developed, engaging, secondaries. The world was still engaging, dark with mystery, schemes, and conspiracies. There was more insight to The Romany Outcasts. The new introductions will provide some chills and glimpses of direction.
The experience was wild, thrilling, unexpected in places and immensely satisfying in others. Begging, pleading, patiently waiting to get to the end of the page/screen to get to the next page, next chapter. The intent was not to devour the book immediately. I wanted to savor it but that was not how things worked out. It was all over with way too fast. Please. Pretty please. When? Where? Will be book three?
Christi J. Whitney was on fire with this one. I am looking forward to an inferno with the next installment.
**This ARC was provided
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exchange for an honest review.**
The Romany Outcasts series:
Grey - The Romany Outcasts, #1
Shadow - The Romany Outcasts, #2
BLURB
The second volume in this incredible
YA trilogy.
When stone hearts break they shatter.
Sebastian Grey used to be a normal
teenager. Now he’s a creature whose sole purpose is to be a guardian for secretive
gypsy clans.
When the Romany gypsies need his help,
Sebastian is given a second chance to protect Josephine Romany – the girl he
loves. But this is no easy task when some of them think he’s as bad as the
shadow creatures attacking their camp.
Yet to keep Josephine safe, Sebastian
might have to embrace his darker side. Even if that means choosing between his
humanity and becoming the monster everyone believes him to be.
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‘My apologies if
Caliban hurt you,’ said the man. ‘It’s what he’s trained to do.’
The men lowered their
hoods. It was Phillipe and Stephan – two of Quentin’s Marksmen. They watched me
with disgusted expressions as I forced myself to stand. My muscles felt like
iron cords.
‘You’ve trained him
to attack innocent people?’ I snarled, brushing myself off.
‘Of course not,’
Phillipe sneered. ‘He’s trained to attack your kind.’
My kind.
I really hated that
phrase.
I examined my arm.
The sleeve of my jacket was ripped, but there wasn’t a mark on my gray skin. My
eyes widened. Not even a scratch. But it still hurt like crazy, and I rubbed my
arm gingerly.
‘It’s fortunate we
weren’t out with the rest of the dogs,’ said Stephan with a cold smile.
‘Caliban here is relatively mild-tempered.’
As if on cue, the
dog’s muzzle flashed with sharp teeth.
‘Nicolas asked me to
come,’ I said evenly.
Stephan tilted his
chin. ‘Yes, we know.’
I was about to get an
escort, I realized.
‘Come with us,’
Phillipe ordered.
Stephan slid his bow
from his shoulder and fitted an arrow to the string. ‘Caliban and I will follow
behind. Just as a precaution, of course – in case you start getting any ideas
in that ugly gray head of yours.’
Quentin Marks’
welcoming committee was not something I’d anticipated. I gathered my bags, and
Phillipe led our unpleasant little party across the Sutallee Bridge. I
unconsciously slowed as we passed over the abandoned mine shaft where Josephine
and I had taken refuge so long ago. There was a sharp poke in the middle of my
back, right between my pent wings.
‘Move it,’ Stephan
said, jabbing me again. ‘We’re already late for lunch.’
I fought the insanely
strong desire to whirl around and shove the arrow down his throat. Instead, I
bit my lip, tasting blood, and picked up my pace. We reached the iron fence
that surrounded the Fairgrounds. Phillipe pulled out a ring of keys and opened
the gate.
I’d assumed
everything would look as it had the last time I’d been within the walls of the
Circe de Romany. But there were no tents or pavilions. No rides or decorations,
either. Only trailers – along with several RVs, trucks, and buses – arranged in
a tight circle, right in the middle of the property.
Their configuration
created a large open space in the center of the caravan. Tarps were arranged
over tables and chairs. A fire pit had been built, and laundry hung from
clotheslines spread between trailers. People bustled around the clearing,
preparing for the approaching storm. Another peal of thunder echoed overhead.
The clouds had thickened, and the sky looked ready to split apart at any
moment.
‘Hurry it up,’ said
Stephan with another jab to my back. ‘I don’t intend to get wet.’
Lightning flashed.
Women scurried to get the clothes off the lines while men anchored the tarps
more securely in the ground. Phillipe led me to a small trailer and flung open
the door.
‘Get inside.’
The howling wind was
motivation enough – even without Stephan’s sharp arrow in my back – and I
scampered up the steps. My nose instantly wrinkled at the unpleasant smell.
Phillipe caught my look.
‘The dog trailer,’ he
said.
‘Just be glad they’re
out on patrol,’ said Stephan with a malicious laugh. ‘They’re quite
territorial.’
The Marksmen backed
me into the stinky enclosure, weapons drawn.
‘We’ll come for you
when Nicolas returns,’ said Phillipe. ‘Until then, welcome home.’
With that, he slammed
the door, locking me inside.
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Author Info
Christi J. Whitney is a former high school theatre director with a
love for the arts. She lives just outside Atlanta with her husband and two
sons. When not spending time with them or taking a ridiculous number of trips
to Disney World, she can be found directing plays, making costumes for
sci-fi/fantasy conventions, obsessing over Doctor Who, watching superhero
movies, or pretending she’s just a tad bit British. You can visit her online at
www.christijwhitney.com or connect on Twitter (@ChristiWhitney).
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