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At the start of this mesmerizing new installment of the Immortals series, Ever is helping her friend Haven transition into life as an immortal. But with Haven drunk on her new powers and carelessly putting them all at risk, their friendship becomes more and more strained.
At the same time, Ever delves deeper into magick in order to get control over her enemy Roman and free Damen from his power. But when the spell she casts on Roman backfires, she's bound to her deadliest enemy. Frantic to reverse the spell the moment the moon enters a new phase, she finds her efforts are fruitless – there's a strange, foreign pulse coursing through her, one that propels her toward Roman.
Desperate to break free of this terrible curse before Damen or the twins can discover what she's done, she turns to Jude and delves deeper and deeper into dark magick, ultimately risking everything she knows and loves – including Damen.
Alyson Noel lives in Orange County, California, which forms the backdrop to her incredible new series The Immortals. She is a #1 New York Times bestselling author with Evermore, the first book in the Immortals series, and in addition to its sequels Blue Moon and Shadowland, she has written numerous teen novels – Faking 19, Art Geeks and Prom Queens, Laguna Cove, Kiss & Blog, Saving Zoe and Cruel Summer.
"I beheld the wretch—the miserable monster whom I had created."
—Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
"What the fug?"
Haven drops her cupcake, the one with the pink frosting, red sprinkles,
and silver skirt. Her heavily made-up eyes searching mine as I glance
around the busy plaza and cringe. Instantly regretting my decision to
come here, foolish enough to think a trip to her favorite cupcake place
on a nice summer day would be the best place to break the news. Like
that little strawberry cake would somehow sweeten the message. But now
I'm just wishing we'd stayed in the car.
"Inside voice. Please." I aim for a light delivery but end up sounding
like a cranky old schoolmarm instead. Watching as she leans forward,
tucks her long, platinum streaked bangs back behind her ear, and
"Excuse me? But are you for real? I mean, here you drop a major bomb on
me—and I mean major—as in my ears are still ringing and my head is
still spinning and I kind of need you to repeat it just to make sure
you really did say what I think—and your only concern is that I'm
talking too loud? Are you kidding me?"
I shake my head and glance all around, slipping into full-on damage
control mode as I lower my voice and say, "It's just—nobody can know.
It's got to remain secret. It's imperative," I urge, realizing too late
that I'm talking to the one person who's never been able to keep
anyone's secret, much less her own.
She rolls her eyes and slams back in her seat, muttering under her
breath as I take a moment to study her closely, dismayed to see the
signs already present: her pale skin is luminous, clear, practically
poreless as well, while her wavy brown hair with the blond streak in
front is as shiny and glossy as a high-end shampoo ad. Even her teeth
have gone straighter, whiter, and I can't help but wonder how this
happened so quickly, with only a few sips of elixir, when it took so
much longer for me.
My eyes continue to graze over her as I take a deep breath and dive in.
Foregoing my usual promise not to eavesdrop on my friend's innermost
thoughts, while I strain to get a better look, a glimpse of her energy,
the words she's not sharing—sure that if snooping ever was warranted,
But instead of my usual front-row seat, I'm met by a rock-solid wall
that bars me from entering. Even after I casually slide my hand forward
and tap my fingertips against hers, feigning interest in the silver
skull ring she wears, I get nothing.
Her future is hidden from me.
"This is just so—" She swallows hard and looks around, taking in the
bubbling fountain, the young mom pushing a stroller while yelling into
her cell phone, the group of girls exiting a swim shop with armfuls of
bags—looking just about anywhere but at me.
"I know it's a lot to take in—but still—" I shrug, knowing I've got to
make a better case but not quite sure how to do it.
"A lot to take in? Is that how you see it?" She shakes her head and
drums her fingers against the armrest of her green metal chair as her
gaze slowly sweeps over me.
I sigh, wishing I'd handled this better, wishing I could do something
to make it go away, but it's too late for that. I've no choice but to
deal with this mess that I made. "I guess I was hoping that's how you'd
see it." I shrug. "Crazy. I know."
She takes a deep breath, face so still, so placid, it's impossible to
read, and I'm just about to speak, just about to start begging
forgiveness, when she says, "Seriously? You made me an immortal?
I nod, stomach a jumble of nerves as I sit up straighter and pull my
shoulders back, bracing for the blow that's surely headed my way.
Knowing that whatever she gives, be it verbal or physical, I've no
choice but to take it. I deserve nothing less for wrecking her life as
she knows it.
"I'm just—" She sucks in her breath and blinks several times, her aura
invisible, offering no clue to her mood, now that I've made her like
me. "Well—I'm in a total state of shock. I mean, seriously. I don't
even know what to say."
I press my lips together and drop my hands to my lap, worrying the
crystal horseshoe bracelet I always wear as I clear my throat and say,
"Haven, listen, I'm so sorry. So—very—very—sorry. You have no idea. I
just—" I shake my head, knowing I should cut to the chase, but feeling
like I need to explain my side of things—the impossible choice I was
forced to make—how it felt to see her so pale, so helpless, teetering
on the verge of death, every shallow breath quite possibly her last—
But before I can even begin she leans toward me, eyes wide and fixed on
mine. "Are you insane?" She shakes her head. "You're actually
apologizing, when I'm just sitting here, so psyched, so totally
gobsmacked, I can't even imagine how I'll ever repay you!"
"I mean, this is just so fugging cool!" She grins, bouncing up and down
in her seat, face lighting up like a thousand-watt bulb. "It's
seriously the coolest fugging thing that's ever happened to me—and I
owe it all to you!"
I gulp, nervously glancing around, unsure how to react. This is not
what I expected. Not what I prepared for. Though it's pretty much
exactly what Damen warned me about.
Damen—my best friend—my soul mate—the love of my lives. My amazingly
gorgeous, sexy, smart, talented, patient, and understanding boyfriend
who knew this would happen and begged to come along for this very
reason. But I was too stubborn. Insisting I do it alone. I'm the one
who turned her—I'm the one who made her drink the elixir—so I'm the one
who should explain. Only it's not going at all like I thought. Not even
"I mean, it's like being a vampire, right? Minus the bloodsucking?" Her
sparkling eyes eagerly search mine. "Oh, and without all the coffins
and sun avoidance too!" Her voice rises with glee. "This is so
amazing—like a dream come true! Everything I've ever wanted has finally
happened! I'm a vampire! A beautiful vampire-but without all the
gruesome side effects!"
"You're not a vampire." I say, voice dull, listless, wondering how it
got to this point. "There's no such thing."
Nope, no vampires, no werewolves, no elves, no fairies—just immortals,
whose ranks, thanks to Roman and me, are quickly multiplying . . .
"And how can you be sure of that?" Haven asks, brow raised.
"Because Damen's been around a lot longer than I have," I say. "And
he's never met one—or met anyone who's met one. We figure the vampire
legends all stem from immortals, only with a few big distortions—like
the bloodsucking, not being able to go out in sunlight, and the whole
being allergic to garlic thing." I lean toward her. "It's all been
added on for extra drama."
"Interesting." She nods, though her mind is clearly elsewhere. "Can I
still eat cupcakes?" She motions toward the dented strawberry mess, one
side caved in, flattened against its cardboard container, while the
other side remains fluffy, begging to be eaten. "Or is there something
else I'm supposed to—" Eyes going wide, giving me no time to reply
before she slaps the table and squeals, "Omigod—it's that juice, isn't
it? That red stuff you and Damen always drink! That's it, huh? So, what
are you waiting for! Hand it over already, let's make it official—I
can't wait to get started!"
"I didn't bring any," I say, seeing her face drop in disappointment as
I rush to explain. "Listen, I know you think it sounds really cool and
all—and some of it is, there's no doubt about that. I mean, you'll
never grow old, never get zits or split ends, you'll never have to work
out, and you might even grow taller—who knows? But there's other stuff
too—stuff you need to know—stuff I have to explain in order to—" My
words are halted by the sight of her jumping out of her chair so
quickly and gracefully she's like a cat—yet another immortality side
Hopping from foot to foot as she says, "Please. What's to know? If I
can jump higher, run faster, never age or fade away—what else could I
possibly need? Sounds like I'm good to go for the rest of eternity."
I glance around nervously, determined to curb her enthusiasm before she
does something crazy—something that'll draw the kind of attention we
cannot afford. "Haven, please. Sit. This is serious. There's more to
explain. A lot more," I whisper, the words harsh, brutal, but having no
effect whatsoever. She just stands there before me, shaking her head
and refusing to budge. So drunk on her new immortal power she skips
past defiant and heads straight for belligerent.
"Everything is serious with you, Ever. Every—single—thing you say and
do is just so dang serious. I mean, seriously, you hand me the keys to
the kingdom then demand I stay put so you can warn me about the dark
side? How crazy is that?" She rolls her eyes. "Come on, unclench a
little, would ya? Let me try it out, take it for a test drive, see what
I'm capable of. I'll even race you! First one to make it from the curb
to the library wins!"
I shake my head and sigh, wishing I didn't have to do it, but knowing a
little telekinesis is in order. It's the only thing that'll put an end
to all this and show her who's really in charge around here. Narrowing
my eyes, I focus hard on her chair, driving it across the pavers so
fast it buckles her knees and forces her to sit.
"Hey—that hurt!" She rubs her leg and glares.
But I just shrug. She's immortal, it's not like she'll bruise. Besides,
there's plenty more to explain and not enough time if she continues
like this, so I lean toward her, making sure I have her full attention
when I say, "Trust me, you can't play the game if you don't know the
rules. And if you don't know the rules, someone's bound to get hurt."
Haven hurls herself into my car, scrunching her body tightly against
the door and propping her feet on the seat. Frowning and glaring and
mumbling—a full litany of complaints leveled at me—as I pull out of the
lot and onto the street.
"Rule number one." I glance at her, pushing my long blond hair out of
my face, determined to ignore her openly hostile gaze.
"You—can't—tell—anyone." I pause, allowing the words to sink in before
adding, "Seriously. You can't tell your mom, your dad, your little
"Please." She shifts, crossing and uncrossing her legs, tugging at her
clothes and jiggling her foot in a way so antsy, so squirmy, it's clear
she can barely stand to be contained here with me. "I barely talk to
them anyway." She scowls. "Besides, that's a repeat. You already sang
that one loud and clear. So, come on, keep it moving, let's just get
'em over and done with, so I can get out of here and start my new life."
I swallow hard, refusing to be either rushed or swayed, gazing at her
as I stop at a light, determined she understand the full importance of
this when I add, "And that includes Miles. Under no circumstances
whatsoever can you tell him."
She rolls her eyes and fiddles with her ring, twisting it around and
around her middle finger, clearly tempted to flip it at me. "Fine.
Can't tell anyone. Got it," she mumbles. "Next, please!"
"You can still eat real food." I make my way through the intersection,
slowly picking up speed. "But you won't always want to since the elixir
pretty much fills you up and provides all the nutrients you need. But
still, in public anyway, it's important to keep up appearances, so you
have to at least pretend like you're eating."
"Oh, like you?" She looks at me, brow arced, lip curled into a smirk.
"You know, how you sit there at lunch, tearing your sandwich to shreds
and crumbling your potato chips into tiny little bits and thinking no
one notices? Is that what you've been doing all this time? Keeping up
appearances? Cuz Miles and I just thought you had an eating disorder."
I take a deep breath and focus on driving, keeping my speed light,
refusing to let her get to me. Like the karma Damen's always going on
about—claiming that all of our actions cause a reaction—this is where
my action has led me. Besides, even if I could go back and do it over
again, I wouldn't change a thing. I'd make the exact same choice as
before. Because no matter how awkward this moment may be, it's still
better than attending her funeral, any day of the week.
"Omigod!" She looks at me, her mouth dropping, eyes going wide, voice
all high and squeaky when she says, "I think—I think I heard that!"
My eyes meet hers, and despite the fact that the top is down, despite
the fact that the Southern California summer sun is beating straight
down on us, my skin goes instantly chilled.
This is not good. Not good at all.
"Your thoughts! You were thinking something about being glad you didn't
have to go to my funeral, right? I mean, I actually heard your words in
my head. That is so cool!"
I immediately raise my shield, barring all access to my mind, my
energy, everything, all of it. More than a little freaked by the fact
that she was able to do that when I can't read hers, and haven't even
had a chance to show her how to shield herself yet.
"So you guys weren't kidding, were you? About the whole telepathy
thing? You and Damen really do read each other's minds."
I nod, slowly, reluctantly, as she surveys me with eyes that shine
brighter than ever. What was once your everyday, basic shade of brown,
often hidden by crazy-colored contacts, is now a brilliant swirl of
gold, topaz, and bronze—yet another immortality side effect.
"I always knew you guys were weird—but this takes it to a whole new
level. And now I can do it too! Jeez, I wish Miles was here."
I close my eyes and shake my head, striving for patience and wondering
how many more times I'll have to repeat this when I brake for a
pedestrian and say, "But you can't tell Miles—remember? We've already
been over that."
She shrugs, my words glancing right off her, as she twirls a chunk of
glossy brown hair around and around her index finger, smiling as a
black Bentley pulls up right beside us with some kid from our school
behind the wheel.
"Fine. Fine! Seriously, I won't tell him. Chillax already, would ya?"
She zeros in on our classmate, smiling and flirting and waving, even
going so far as to blow a series of air kisses at him, and then
laughing when he does a double take. "The secret's safe. I'm just used
to telling him when exciting stuff happens, that's all. It's a habit.
I'm sure I'll get over it. But still, you gotta admit, it's pretty dang
cool, right? I mean, how'd you react when you first found out? Weren't
you totally psyched?" She looks at me, smiling when she adds, "No pun
I frown, pushing the gas harder than I meant to, the car lurching
forward as my mind travels back to that very first day—or, at least the
first time Damen tried to break the life-altering news out in the
parking lot at school. But I wasn't up for listening then. And I was
pretty much as far from excited as it gets. Then, the second time he
insisted on explaining our long and tangled past, I was still on the
fence. I mean, on the one hand I thought it was pretty cool that we
could finally be together after centuries of being kept apart. But on
the other, it was a lot to take in. A lot to give up.
And while at first we thought the choice was all mine—that I could
continue to drink the elixir and embrace my immortality—or ignore it
completely, live out my life, and succumb to my death at some point in
the far distant future—now we know better.
Now we know the truth about an immortal's demise.
Now we know about the Shadowland.
The infinite void.
The eternal abyss.
The place where immortals linger—soulless—isolated—for all of eternity.
A place we need to steer clear of.
"Um, hel-lo—earth to Ever?" She laughs.
But I just shrug. It's the only answer I plan to give.
Which only prompts her to lean toward me and say, "Excuse me, but I so
don't get you." Her eyes rake over me. "This is like the best day of my
entire life and all you want to do is focus on the negatives. I mean,
hel-lo? Psychic powers, physical prowess, ageless youth, and
beauty—does it mean nothing to you?"
"Haven, it's not all fun and games, it's—"
"Yeah, yeah." She rolls her eyes and slams back in her seat, pulling
her knees to her chest as she wraps her arms tightly around them.
"There are rules—a downside. Roger that, loud and clear." She frowns,
gathering her hair to the side and twisting it around and around into a
glossy brown coil. "But jeez, don't you ever get tired of it? Of always
being so burdened, so weighted down by the world? It's like, you have
the best life ever. You're blond, blue-eyed, tall, fit, gifted, oh, and
to top it all off, the sexiest guy on the planet just happens to be
madly in love with you." She sighs, wondering how I can possibly be so
blind to her truth. "I mean, let's face it, you've got the kind of life
other people can only dream of—and yet, you make it look like the road
to Suck City. And honestly, I'm sorry to say it, but I think that's
crazy. Cuz the truth is, I feel fantastic! Electrified! Like a
lightning bolt's surging through my body from my head to my toes! And
no way am I joining you on your journey to Sad Land. No way am I
slinking around campus in fugly hoodies and sunglasses with an iPod
practically implanted in my head like you used to do. I mean, at least
now I know why you did it, to avoid all the voices and thoughts, right?
But still, no fugging way am I living like that. I plan to embrace
it—with both arms. I also plan to kick some serious Stacia, Honor, and
Craig butt if they so much as bother me or my friends!" She leans
forward, elbows on her knees as she narrows her gaze. "When I think of
all the crap they put you through and how you just rolled over and took
it—" She purses her lips. "I don't get it."
I look at her, knowing I can just lower my shield, think the answer,
and she'd hear the words in my head, but knowing it'll resonate a lot
more if it's spoken out loud, I say, "I guess because it all came at
such a high price—the loss of my family—never getting to cross—" I
pause, halting the words from escape. Not quite ready to explain about
Summerland, that glorious mystical dimension between the dimensions, or
the bridge that takes all mortals to the other side—or at least not
just yet anyway. One thing at a time. "It's just that I'll always be
here. I'll never get to cross over and see my family again—" I shake my
head. "And, well, for me anyway, that feels like a pretty big penalty."
She reaches toward me, her sad puppy dog look displayed on her face,
before quickly pulling away. "Oops, sorry! Forgot how you hate to be
touched." She crinkles her nose as she tucks a windblown chunk of hair
behind her multipierced ear.
"I don't hate to be touched." I shrug. "It's just sometimes—well, it
can be pretty revealing, that's all."
"Will it be like that for me too?"
I look at her, having no idea what gifts she has in store. She's
already so far ahead of the curve, on just one bottle of elixir, who
knows what a full case will bring?
"I don't know." I shrug. "Some of it happened because I died and went
Her eyes narrow, straining to read my thoughts but not getting very far
thanks to the shield that I built.
"Well, let's just say I had a near-death experience. It tends to change
things." I pull onto her street.
She looks at me, gaze fixed, intense, fingers idly picking at a small
tear in her leggings as she says, "Seems like you're kind of
cherry-picking the things you want me to know." She raises her brow,
daring me to deny it.
But I don't. I don't do anything but close my eyes and nod. So tired of
lying and covering up all the time. It feels good to admit to a few
things for a change.
"Can I ask why?"
I lift my shoulders and take a deep breath, forcing my gaze to meet
hers. "It's a lot to take in all at once. Some of it needs to be
experienced to understand—while other stuff—well, a lot of it can wait.
Though there are still a couple things you need to know."
I park on her drive and fumble through my bag, handing over a small
silk pouch, just like the one Damen gave me.
"What's this?" She pulls the strings and digs her finger inside, coming
away with a small cluster of colorful stones, held together by thin
gold strands, and hanging from a black silk cord.
"It's an amulet." I nod "It's—it's important you wear it all of the
time. Pretty much every day from now on."
She squints, swinging it back and forth, watching as the stones catch
and reflect in the sunlight.
"I have one too." I pull mine out from under my tee, revealing my own
cluster of stones.
"How come mine's different?" She glances between them, comparing,
contrasting, trying to decide which is better.
"Because no two are the same—we all have different—needs. And wearing
these will keep us safe."
She looks at me.
"They hold protective qualities." I shrug, knowing I'm treading into
murky waters, the part Damen and I disagreed about.
She tilts her head and scrunches her face, unable to read my thoughts
but well aware I'm holding back. "Protect us from what exactly? I mean,
we're immortal, right? Which, if I'm not mistaken, pretty much means
we'll live forever, and yet, you're telling me I need protection? To be
kept safe?" She shakes her head. "Sorry Ever, but that just doesn't
make any sense. Who or what could I possibly need to be protected from?"
I take a deep breath, assuring myself I'm doing the right thing, the
only thing, despite what Damen may think. Hoping he'll forgive me as I
say, "You need to be protected from Roman."
She shakes her head and crosses her arms, refusing to believe. "Roman?
That's ridiculous. Roman would never hurt me."
I gape, hardly believing my ears, especially after everything I've just
"Sorry Ever, but Roman's my friend. And not like it's any of your
business, but we're actually well on our way to becoming more than
friends. And since it's no secret you've hated him from day one, it's
really not all that surprising to hear you saying this now. Sad, but
"I'm not making it up." I shrug, striving for a calm I can't even
summon. Knowing that raising my voice, trying to force her to see
things my way, will never work on someone as stubborn as her. "And
yeah, maybe you're right, maybe I don't like him, but considering how
he tried to kill you and all—well, call me crazy, but I think that's a
good enough reason. I even have witnesses—I wasn't the only one there,
She squints, fingernails tapping against the door handle as she says,
"Okay, so let me get this straight, Roman tries to poison me with some
"Belladonna—also known as deadly nightshade—"
"Whatever." She waves it away. "The point is, you claim he was trying
to kill me, and yet instead of calling nine-one-one you just stroll on
over to see for yourself? I mean, what's up with that? Obviously you
didn't take it very seriously, so why should I?"
"I did try to call—but it was—complicated." I shake my head. "It was a
choice between—between something I really need—and you. And, as you
see, I chose you."
She looks at me, eyes wide, mind calculating, not saying a word.
"Roman promised to give me what I need if I just let you die. But I
couldn't do it—and so—" I gesture toward her. "Now you're immortal."
She shakes her head and gazes around, focusing on a group of
neighborhood kids driving a jacked-up golf cart up and down the street.
Keeping quiet for so long I'm just about to speak when she says, "Sorry
you didn't get what you want, Ever, really I am. But you're wrong about
Roman. There's no way he'd let me die. From what you said, he had the
elixir standing by, ready to go in case you chose differently. Besides,
I think I know Roman just a little better than you, and the fact is, he
knows how unhappy I've been, about the stuff going on with my family—"
She shrugs. "He probably just wanted to make me immortal to spare me
from that, but didn't want to sire me since there's a lot of
responsibility that goes with it. I've no doubt that if you hadn't made
me drink, he would've stepped in. Face it Ever, you made the wrong
choice. You should've just called his bluff."
"There's no sire," I mumble, inwardly rolling my eyes at myself. Out of
that whole entire litany, that's what I choose to focus on? I shake my
head and start over. "It's not like that—not even close—it's . . ."
Voice fading as she looks away—fully convinced of one thing—she's right
and I'm wrong. And since I tried to warn her about all the
dangers—about him—Damen can't possibly fault me for what I say next.
"Fine, believe what you want, just do me a favor. If you're going to
insist on hanging with Roman, then all I ask is that you always wear
your amulet. Seriously, don't ever take it off—not for anything, and—"
She looks at me, brow raised, door half open, desperate to get out of
this car and away from me.
"And if you're serious about repaying me for making you immortal—"
Our eyes meet.
"Then Roman has something I really need you to get."
ISBN: 9780330520614 ISBN-10: 033052061X Series: The Immortals Audience:
For Ages: 12 - 99 years old Format:
Number Of Pages: 384 Published: 1st July 2010 Publisher: Pan Macmillan Country of Publication: AU Dimensions (cm): 19.8 x 13.4
Weight (kg): 0.27
Edition Number: 1 Edition Type: Unabridged
About the Author
Alyson Noël is the #1 New York Times best selling, award-winning, author of Faking 19, Art Geeks and Prom Queens, Laguna Cove, Fly Me to the Moon, Kiss & Blog, Saving Zoë, Cruel Summer, First Kiss (Then Tell)-an anthology, Kisses From Hell-an anthology, Dear Bully-an anthology, and the Immortals series including: Evermore, Blue Moon, Shadowland, Dark Flame, Night Star, and a 6th & final book, Everlasting, as well as the Immortals spin-off series including Radiance, Shimmer, Dreamland & Whisper, as well as a new YA series, Soul Seekers.
With over 5 million copies in print, her books have been published in 36 countries, have hit the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal, LA Times, NCIBA, and Walmart bestsellers lists, and won many awards such as: the National Reader's Choice Award, NYLA Book of Winter Award, NYPL Stuff for the Teenage, TeenReads Best Books of 2007, Reviewer's Choice 2007 Top Ten, chosen for the CBS Early Show's "Give the Gift of Reading" segment, and selected for Seventeen Magazine's "Hot List" and Beach Book Club Pick.
She lives in Orange County, CA where she is working on her next book.