January72012
City of Lost Souls - out 8th May 2012
The New York Times bestselling Mortal Instruments continues—and so do the thrills and danger for Jace, Clary, and Simon. Can the lost be reclaimed? What price is too high to pay for love? Who can be trusted when sin and salvation collide? Love. Blood. Betrayal. Revenge. Darkness threatens to claim the Shadowhunters in the harrowing fifth book of the Mortal Instruments series.

City of Lost Souls: Excerpt
Simon stood and stared numbly at the front door of his house.

He’d never known another home. This was the place his parents had brought him home to when he was born. He had grown up within the walls of the Brooklyn row house. He’d played on the street under the leafy shade of the trees in the summer, and had made improvised sleds out of garbage can lids in the winter. In this house his whole family had sat shivah after his father had died. Here he had kissed Clary for the first time.

He had never imagined a day when the door of the house would be closed to him. The last time he had seen his mother, she had called him a monster and prayed at him that he would go away. He had made her forget that he was a vampire, using glamour, but he had not known how long the glamour would last. As he stood in the cold autumn air, staring in front of him, he knew it had not lasted long enough.

The door was covered with signs—Stars of David splashed on in paint, the incised shape of the symbol for Chai, life. Tefillin were bound to the doorknob and knocker. A hamesh, the Hand of God, covered the peephole.

Numbly he put his hand to the metal mezuzah affixed to the right side of the doorway. He saw the smoke rise from the place where his hand touched the holy object, but he felt nothing. No pain. Only a terrible empty blankness, rising slowly into a cold rage.

He kicked the bottom of the door and heard the echo through the house. “Mom!” he shouted. “Mom, it’s me!”

There was no reply—only the sound of the bolts being turned on the door. His sensitized hearing had recognized his mother’s footsteps, her breathing, but she said nothing. He could smell acrid fear and panic even through the wood. “Mom!” His voice broke. “Mom, this is ridiculous! Let me in! It’s me, Simon!”

The door juddered, as if she had kicked it. “Go away!” Her voice was rough, unrecognizable with terror. “Murderer!”

"I don’t kill people." Simon leaned his head against the door. He knew he could probably kick it down, but what would be the point? "I told you. I drink animal blood."

He heard her whisper, softly, several words in Hebrew. “You killed my son,” she said. “You killed him and put a monster in his place.”

"I am your son—"

"You wear his face and speak with his voice, but you are not him! You’re not Simon!" Her voice rose to almost a scream. "Get away from my house before I kill you, monster!"

"Becky," he said. His face was wet; he put his hands up to touch it, and they came away stained: His tears were bloody. "What have you told Becky?"

"Stay away from your sister." Simon heard a clattering from inside the house, as if something had been knocked over.

"Mom," he said again, but this time his voice wouldn’t rise. It came out as a hoarse whisper. His hand had begun to throb. "I need to know—is Becky there? Mom, open the door. Please—"

"Stay away from Becky!" She was backing away from the door; he could hear it. Then came the unmistakeable squeal of the kitchen door swinging open, the creak of the linoleum as she walked on it. The sound of a drawer being opened. Suddenly he imagined his mother grabbing for one of the knives.

Before I kill you, monster.

The thought rocked him back on his heels. If she struck out at him, the Mark would rise. It would destroy her as it had destroyed Lilith.

He dropped his hand and backed up slowly, stumbling down the steps and across the sidewalk, fetching up against the trunk of one of the big trees that shaded the block. He stood where he was, staring at the front door of his house, marked and disfigured with the symbols of his mother’s hate for him.

No, he reminded himself. She didn’t hate him. She thought he was dead. What she hated was something that didn’t exist. I am not what she says I am.

He didn’t know how long he would have stood there, staring, if his phone hadn’t begun to ring, vibrating his coat pocket.

He reached for it reflexively, noticing that the pattern from the front of the mezuzah—interlocked Stars of David—was burned into the palm of his hand. He switched hands and put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

"Simon?" It was Clary. She sounded breathless. "Where are you?"

"Home," he said, and paused. "My mother’s house," he amended. His voice sounded hollow and distant to his own ears. "Why aren’t you back at the Institute? Is everyone all right?"

"That’s just it," she said. "Just after you left, Maryse came back down from the roof where Jace was supposed to be waiting. There was no one there."

Simon moved. Without quite realizing he was doing it, like a mechanical doll, he began walking up the street, toward the subway station. “What do you mean, there was no one there?”

"Jace was gone," she said, and he could hear the strain in her voice. "And so was Sebastian."

Simon stopped in the shadow of a bare-branched tree. “But he was dead. He’s dead, Clary—”

"Then you tell me why he isn’t there, because he isn’t," she said, her voice finally breaking. "There’s nothing up there but a lot of blood and broken glass. They’re both gone, Simon. Jace is gone… ."

What are your thoughts, speculations and theories?

City of Lost Souls - out 8th May 2012
The New York Times bestselling Mortal Instruments continues—and so do the thrills and danger for Jace, Clary, and Simon. Can the lost be reclaimed? What price is too high to pay for love? Who can be trusted when sin and salvation collide? Love. Blood. Betrayal. Revenge. Darkness threatens to claim the Shadowhunters in the harrowing fifth book of the Mortal Instruments series.

City of Lost Souls: Excerpt
Simon stood and stared numbly at the front door of his house.

He’d never known another home. This was the place his parents had brought him home to when he was born. He had grown up within the walls of the Brooklyn row house. He’d played on the street under the leafy shade of the trees in the summer, and had made improvised sleds out of garbage can lids in the winter. In this house his whole family had sat shivah after his father had died. Here he had kissed Clary for the first time.

He had never imagined a day when the door of the house would be closed to him. The last time he had seen his mother, she had called him a monster and prayed at him that he would go away. He had made her forget that he was a vampire, using glamour, but he had not known how long the glamour would last. As he stood in the cold autumn air, staring in front of him, he knew it had not lasted long enough.

The door was covered with signs—Stars of David splashed on in paint, the incised shape of the symbol for Chai, life. Tefillin were bound to the doorknob and knocker. A hamesh, the Hand of God, covered the peephole.

Numbly he put his hand to the metal mezuzah affixed to the right side of the doorway. He saw the smoke rise from the place where his hand touched the holy object, but he felt nothing. No pain. Only a terrible empty blankness, rising slowly into a cold rage.

He kicked the bottom of the door and heard the echo through the house. “Mom!” he shouted. “Mom, it’s me!”

There was no reply—only the sound of the bolts being turned on the door. His sensitized hearing had recognized his mother’s footsteps, her breathing, but she said nothing. He could smell acrid fear and panic even through the wood. “Mom!” His voice broke. “Mom, this is ridiculous! Let me in! It’s me, Simon!”

The door juddered, as if she had kicked it. “Go away!” Her voice was rough, unrecognizable with terror. “Murderer!”

"I don’t kill people." Simon leaned his head against the door. He knew he could probably kick it down, but what would be the point? "I told you. I drink animal blood."

He heard her whisper, softly, several words in Hebrew. “You killed my son,” she said. “You killed him and put a monster in his place.”

"I am your son—"

"You wear his face and speak with his voice, but you are not him! You’re not Simon!" Her voice rose to almost a scream. "Get away from my house before I kill you, monster!"

"Becky," he said. His face was wet; he put his hands up to touch it, and they came away stained: His tears were bloody. "What have you told Becky?"

"Stay away from your sister." Simon heard a clattering from inside the house, as if something had been knocked over.

"Mom," he said again, but this time his voice wouldn’t rise. It came out as a hoarse whisper. His hand had begun to throb. "I need to know—is Becky there? Mom, open the door. Please—"

"Stay away from Becky!" She was backing away from the door; he could hear it. Then came the unmistakeable squeal of the kitchen door swinging open, the creak of the linoleum as she walked on it. The sound of a drawer being opened. Suddenly he imagined his mother grabbing for one of the knives.

Before I kill you, monster.

The thought rocked him back on his heels. If she struck out at him, the Mark would rise. It would destroy her as it had destroyed Lilith.

He dropped his hand and backed up slowly, stumbling down the steps and across the sidewalk, fetching up against the trunk of one of the big trees that shaded the block. He stood where he was, staring at the front door of his house, marked and disfigured with the symbols of his mother’s hate for him.

No, he reminded himself. She didn’t hate him. She thought he was dead. What she hated was something that didn’t exist. I am not what she says I am.

He didn’t know how long he would have stood there, staring, if his phone hadn’t begun to ring, vibrating his coat pocket.

He reached for it reflexively, noticing that the pattern from the front of the mezuzah—interlocked Stars of David—was burned into the palm of his hand. He switched hands and put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

"Simon?" It was Clary. She sounded breathless. "Where are you?"

"Home," he said, and paused. "My mother’s house," he amended. His voice sounded hollow and distant to his own ears. "Why aren’t you back at the Institute? Is everyone all right?"

"That’s just it," she said. "Just after you left, Maryse came back down from the roof where Jace was supposed to be waiting. There was no one there."

Simon moved. Without quite realizing he was doing it, like a mechanical doll, he began walking up the street, toward the subway station. “What do you mean, there was no one there?”

"Jace was gone," she said, and he could hear the strain in her voice. "And so was Sebastian."

Simon stopped in the shadow of a bare-branched tree. “But he was dead. He’s dead, Clary—”

"Then you tell me why he isn’t there, because he isn’t," she said, her voice finally breaking. "There’s nothing up there but a lot of blood and broken glass. They’re both gone, Simon. Jace is gone… ."

What are your thoughts, speculations and theories?

November62011

Do you think the Hunger Games can be compared to Twilight?

Welcome to our Hunger Games month at Read In Peace Bookclub. Every single day we will be asking you a question about the novel or the movie. Stay tuned!

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NEWSFLASH: The Golden Lily Book Two of the Bloodlines Series by Richelle Mead is Coming Out on 19 June 2012.

NEWSFLASH: The Golden Lily Book Two of the Bloodlines Series by Richelle Mead is Coming Out on 19 June 2012.

December222010

Strange Angels Book Four - In Stores April 2011! Have you read the first three novels?

Now that sixteen-year-old Dru’s worst fears have come true, she’ll have to go on a suicidal rescue mission to bring her best friend back in one piece. That is, if she can put all of Christophe’s training to good use, defeat her mother’s traitor once and for all, and manage to survive another day…

Send us a review of the first three novels. Click HereThe Strange Angels novels are our series of the week. Have you read them yet? Or do you want to suggest a series of the week for next week?

(Source: strange-angels.com)

December182010

Some Big News on The Sending. :) How do you feel?

We have just received some very big news from Isobelle and Penguin, which is explained in this letter from Isobelle herself:

My dear readers,

I am writing to tell you that The Sending will now come out as two books, The Sending and The Red Queen.

The reason for this is that the complete book at draft stage was very long and it would have needed many cuts just to be bound up! More importantly, my editor felt one thread in the story, which I had shaved very thin in order to keep down the pages, was not satisfying being merely implied in the manuscript. This had been my gut feeling, but I had comforted myself with the thought that I could flesh out the particular thread in a novel featuring one of the other characters, some other time. However my editor felt it simply would not do! The only solution was to finish all of the important threads in this series, by the last book in the series. There was also one other section she felt needed more rather than less. Which meant writing more!

So I was faced with a quandary. To finish the story satisfyingly was going to take much more writing and editing - and time.

To make it two books did not seem such a huge leap because the US and UK were always going do the final tale in two books and knowing this, I had written to that cut.

I know some people who read my books will be very upset by this news because they were expecting the end in one book, but I honestly don’t know what else I could have done that would not have upset somebody. The decisions I have made with this series have always been made because I have felt it is best for the story and I can only be grateful that as ever Penguin has backed my decision one hundred percent. I hope you will, too.

The good news is that the next book, which will be called The Sending, is able to come out sooner than it would have done with any other solution, and though The Red Queen will not come out in the same year, this gives me more time to add what needs adding to the final book. The Sending will be published in September 2011.

So, once you have got over the news, I hope you will not be too disappointed to find there is more rather than less, and will take comfort in the knowledge that the last book is written in full draft and will come out sooner rather than later. The masked ball I am planning to celebrate the final book will coincide with the release of the last book, so there will be more time for me to organize that and more time for anyone saving up to come from afar, to do so.

Warm good wishes
Isobelle Carmody

*Thanks to Obernewtyn.Net for this information. :)

December152010

Do you like the City of Fallen Angels cover?

The cover has just been revealed today for book four of the mortal instruments: The City of Fallen Angels.

We also found a brief description.

Who will fall in love, and who will find their relationship torn apart?

Who will betray everything they ever believed in?

Love. Blood. Betrayal. Revenge.

In the heart-pounding fourth installment of the Mortal Instruments series, the stakes are higher than ever.

Please discuss Read In Peace’s series of the week: The Mortal Instruments. Have you read them? If you have submit a review.
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(Source: mortalinstruments.com)

December122010

There’s Something For Every Young Adult! Who’s Excited About these new YA Novels Coming in January 2011??

Once In A Full Moon - book one of a new series by Ellen Schreiber the author of the Vampire Kisses series. :)

Beware of a kiss under the full moon. It will change your life forever. Celeste Parker is used to hearing scary stories about werewolves—Legend’s Run is famous for them. She’s used to everything in the small town until the mysterious Brandon Maddox moves to Legend’s Run. Despite already having the perfect boyfriend, Celeste finds herself immediately drawn to the handsome new student. After a chance encounter late one night with a pack of wolves, Celeste is rescued by gorgeous, enigmatic Brandon. Is Brandon’s transformation a trick of the shadows in the moonlight? Or is there more to the werewolf stories of Legend’s Run?

ALSO LOOK OUT FOR DETAILS OF VAMPIRE KISSES 8 TO BE RELEASED IN MAY 2011!


Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins

Anna was looking forward to her senior year in Atlanta, where she has a great job, a loyal best friend, and a crush on the verge of becoming more. So she’s less than thrilled about being shipped off to boarding school in Paris-until she meets Etienne St. Clair. Smart, charming, beautiful, Etienne has it all … including a serious girlfriend.

But in the City of Light, wishes have a way of coming true. Will a year of romantic near-misses end with their long-awaited French kiss?

Stephanie Perkins keeps the romantic tension crackling and the attraction high in a debut guaranteed to make toes tingle and hearts melt.


Werewold: Rise of the Wolf by Curtis Jobling

When the air is clear, sixteen year-old Drew Ferran can pick up the scent of a predator.

When the moon breaks through the clouds, a terrifying fever grips him.

And when a vicious beast invades his home, his gums begin to tear, his fingers become claws, and Drew transforms …

Forced to flee the family he loves, Drew seeks refuge in the most godforsaken parts of Lyssia. But when he is captured by Lord Bergan’s men, Drew must prove he is not the enemy.

Can Drew battle the werecreatures determined to destroy him – and master the animal within?


Across the Universe by Beth Revis

AMY has left the life she loves for a world 300 years away

Trapped in space and frozen in time, Amy is bound for a new planet. But fifty years before she’s due to arrive, she is violently woken, the victim of an attempted murder. Now Amy’s lost on board and nothing makes sense - she’s never felt so alone.

Yet someone is waiting for her. He wants to protect her; and more if she’ll let him.

But who can she trust amidst the secrets and lies? A killer is out there – and Amy has nowhere to hide …


Unearthly by Cynthia Hand

In the beginning, there’s a boy standing in the trees … .

Clara Gardner has recently learned that she’s part angel. Having angel blood run through her veins not only makes her smarter, stronger, and faster than humans (a word, she realizes, that no longer applies to her), but it means she has a purpose, something she was put on this earth to do. Figuring out what that is, though, isn’t easy.

Her visions of a raging forest fire and an alluring stranger lead her to a new school in a new town. When she meets Christian, who turns out to be the boy of her dreams (literally), everything seems to fall into place—and out of place at the same time. Because there’s another guy, Tucker, who appeals to Clara’s less angelic side.

As Clara tries to find her way in a world she no longer understands, she encounters unseen dangers and choices she never thought she’d have to make—between honesty and deceit, love and duty, good and evil. When the fire from her vision finally ignites, will Clara be ready to face her destiny?

Unearthly is a moving tale of love and fate, and the struggle between following the rules and following your heart.


The Nest by Paul Jennings

Part horror, part mystery, part thriller, but also a story with heart and depth. The story is contemporary, set in the Victorian alps in winter, on the slopes and in the forest.

Sixteen-year-old Robin lives alone in a hut in the alps with his father, a crude and deeply unpleasant man. Robin is terrified by his own internal demons, which frequently urge him to kill his father. Robin is also in love with a girl, Charlie, who has a kind heart and strong social conscience, but he fears he is not good enough for her, and Robin’s loathing for his father is preventing him from feeling normal around people.


Vesper by Jeff Sampson

Emily Webb is a geek. And she’s happy that way. Content hiding under hoodies and curling up to watch old horror flicks, she’s never been the kind of girl who sneaks out for midnight parties. And she’s definitely not the kind of girl who starts fights or flirts with other girls’ boyfriends. Until one night Emily finds herself doing exactly that … the same night one of her classmates—also named Emily—is found mysteriously murdered.

The thing is, Emily doesn’t know why she’s doing any of this. By day, she’s the same old boring Emily, but by night, she turns into a thrill seeker. With every nightfall, Emily gets wilder until it’s no longer just her personality that changes. Her body can do things it never could before: Emily is now strong, fast, and utterly fearless. And soon Emily realizes that she’s not just coming out of her shell … there’s something much bigger going on. Is she bewitched by the soul of the other, murdered Emily? Or is Emily Webb becoming something else entirely— something not human?

As Emily hunts for answers, she finds out that she’s not the only one this is happening to—some of her classmates are changing as well. Who is turning these teens into monsters—and how many people will they kill to get what they want?


Entice by Carrie Jones

The third book following New York Times bestsellers Need and Captivate. Zara needs to rescue her soulmate and win a war but there’s one small problem: she’s been pixie-kissed and is now a pixie queen.

Zara and Nick are soul mates - they are meant to be together for ever. But that’s not quite how things have worked out. For starters, Nick is dead, and has been taken to Valhalla, a mystical resting place for warriors. If they can find the way there, Zara and her friends will try to get him back. But even if they do, Zara’s turned pixie - and now she’s Astley’s queen!
Meanwhile, more teenagers go missing as a group of evil pixies devastate the town of Bedford. An all-out war seems imminent and Zara and her friends need all the warriors they can find…

December82010

Finished Last Sacrifice and need another fix?

thevampireacademy:

Well then, do we have the thing for you!

Amazon.com now has BLOODLINES, the first book in the VA spin-off series, available for pre-order!!! Bloodlines is due to be released August 23rd 2011!

Also, the image may NOT be the cover so don’t get too excited!

thevampireacademy

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