Title:
Forsaken
Author:
Makenzie McCroskey Jones
Genre:
YA Fantasy
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MY REVIEW:
This book has the feel of epic high
fantasy. It has a lot of magical and heavy descriptive prose. I had a
hard time getting in to the story at first and I wasn't sure exactly
what was going on. 3 stars.
Book
Description
Burdened
by eyes that reveal her emotions, branded by a birthmark that spells
out her name, and gifted with strength heightened by inhuman
capabilities, Kiara Fable has always suspected a veiled aspect of her
life—what she failed to notice was the truth of her past lurking in
the shadows, disastrously unraveling the normalcy of her future.
Kiara’s dreary life with her adoptive family in a small, isolated
village in the heart of the mystical world Menevilen is abruptly
shattered the day she is rescued from an attempted assassination by
the charming and intimidating Avian Knight. According to him, royal
blood native to the kingdom of Enevale flows through Kiara’s
veins—the same blood her maniacal, magic-wielding aunt, Vyntrx,
will do virtually anything to spill. Thrust in the midst of a
century-old blood-feud between the Evalseman and Nonae races, Kiara
must ultimately betray half of her heritage and choose to defend a
side of the rivalry. Faced with a war she may not be capable of
winning, the presence of a traitor hiding amid the darkness of
distrust, the bittersweet venom of love’s merciless sting, and more
precarious escapades than she thought imaginable, Kiara fears her new
world may be utterly forsaken.
Author
Bio
MaKenzie
McCroskey Jones has been writing since the tender years of childhood.
After writing her first novel in fifth grade, McCroskey Jones was
determined to become a published author and share her stories with
the world. Her debut novel, Forsaken, was under construction for six
years before its release. Currently, McCroskey Jones attends college
in her home town and dreams of one day moving to the thriving world
of a big city. McCroskey Jones's workload is split between her job as
a student writer in the University Relations and Marketing Department
of her college, as a Creative Writing major, and as the author of
Forsaken's sequels and two additional budding series which she will
publish under the pen name M.L. Sparrow.
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Excerpt:
After
Avian had prepared the makeshift campsite beside the glowing fire,
Kain wrapped himself in a blanket and succumbed to slumber almost
instantly. Avian reclined against the harsh bark of a tree, his eyes
scanning the forest as his thoughts whirred. He heard Kiara shuffling
closer to him and chided his heartbeat for accelerating from the mere
reminder of her presence.
“See
anything?” she whispered.
“No,”
he muttered. “You should get some rest.”
She
sighed, folding her legs against her chest and staring at Avian
through the shadows. “My head feels like it’s on fire,” she
said slowly. “When I look at you, when I’m near you, my body
swirls and spins with confusion. A voice inside my head tells me to
push you away, to distance myself from you—but a small part of me
just wants to break down and sob. Why do I feel that way, Avian? Why
have my emotions changed so much?”
He
glanced away, his eyes locked on the lightless distance as tears slid
down his cheeks. A lump of guilt rose in his throat as desolation
smothered his heart. “Maybe someone out there just doesn’t want
us to be together,” he choked.
His
suggestion issued a wave of conflicting emotion to stir in the pit of
her stomach. She bit her lip, urging the sensation to pass—but it
only grew stronger. “I’m not sure what to say,” she admitted.
“There’s
something I want you to know and never forget,” he spoke softly,
his voice quavering. He refused to glance at her and allow her to see
his tear-streaked face. “Regardless of what happens.”
She
furrowed her brow in confusion, attempting to discern his figure
through the oppressive shadows. The gleam of the fire highlighted his
body in an orange outline, but his face was deliberately turned from
hers and even if he had been staring directly at her, she would not
have been able to read his expression through the darkness. “What
is it?”
He
was silent for several seconds. In the distance, a bird squawked
plaintively as though it had been attacked by a predator. “I love
you,” he declared. “I’ll always love you.”
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