Lucifer (Sons of Old Trilogy, #1)
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Synopsis: Have you ever wondered what could be hiding in the shadows?
Well, for eighteen-year-old Zahara Faraday, she doesn’t have to wonder. You see she comes from a lineage of Light Witches, those who have chosen to help protect and serve between the supernatural world and the human world. The only problem is Zahara, like her father Solomon, is as human as a human being can be whereas her mother, Mia, and her Aunt Catalina, were born as Light Witches. As a family they hunt down rogue supernaturals—creatures who harm humans or who have committed an act against their kingdom.
Zahara’s hunting skills are usually kept dormant since her parents would prefer she live life as a normal human girl without knowledge of the supernatural world. She plans on doing just that—except when she finds a couple being attacked by fairies, she has no choice but to step in. Before she can return to pretending to be blissfully ignorant, Zahara encounters a problem she isn’t the least equip to handle: Bryan Hamilton, the good looking new co-worker she has to help train. In a heartbeat, her best friend, Becca King, has set her up on a double date with herself and her new crush, Rekesh Saint-Louis, who happens to be the most powerful leader of the biggest Imago Coven in South Florida –supernatural creatures with the ability to control water . . . and suck out human souls.
Zahara has no time to focus on how she’s going to explain her double date with her best friend and the enemy they have a tentative truce with to her parents because soon one of the members of Mia and Catalina’s coven is found murdered with a strange tattoo of a snake with wings carved into his arm.
Zahara is then thrown into a whirlwind battle with an angel determined to have revenge against God, an Imago coven she doesn’t think they should trust, and slew of dream-eating fairies and powerful Nephilims, hybrid children of angels and humans, more than happy to rip her to shreds.
Normal just got a deadlier definition.
Brought to you by TeamNerd Reviewer Bridget Strahin
Note: Please keep in mind, the author is my best friend. With that being said, this review is completely biased in every sense of the word. Honest, but biased.
Review (Originally Published on February 1, 2013): Have you ever wondered what you would do if you met an actual angel from up above? Well, Zahara Faraday has met an angel and what did she do? She kicked his butt!
Zahara, an eighteen-year-old, normal, all-American Floridian, is just looking forward to college life and spending the summer alongside her bestie, Becca. Then it all goes to hell in a hand basket when Zahara (and a reluctant Becca) take it upon themselves to save a couple, who are being attacked by fairies in the middle of a park in the dead of night. Things were looking pretty bleak for them. until a very powerful Imago steps in, and in an uncharacteristic move, saves them and the couple from their nasty little opponents.
Zahara tries to put the whole fight and rescue behind her, until she meets the very alluring Bryan Hamilton. Complicated couldn't describe her situation any better. Within a couple of days, Zahara goes from a semi-normal life (well, as normal as life could be for the daughter of a Light Witch) to having to juggle an almost boyfriend, a smitten best friend, who is head over heels for the Imago that saved her life, an angel who comes to her seeking help, oh, and did I mention that Lucifer and his mean, but totally hot, lackies are back on earth and have all intentions on making Zahara's and everyone she loves life a living hell? (haha get what I did there?) Gosh, could this girl catch a break?!
Zahara is probably one of my favorite heroines of all time! She's strong, brave, compassionate, vulnerable and smart and has a stellar wardrobe. She's written superbly with a witty and sometimes snarky attitude. She adjusts quickly to every situation she's thrown into and never thinks twice about jumping into the line of fire to save someone.
“Becks, I can’t just let people die knowing I can stop that from happening.” Zahara fitted one of the arrows, made of aluminum carbon, into the crossbow and peeked her head back inside the car. “You coming or babysitting the car?”
Then you have her bubbly and equally amazing best friend, Becca King. Now this is a girl after my own heart. Where Zahara is always ready for battle, Becca is right behind her being the voice of reason. But despite all the caution where Zahara is concerned, she's a girl who believes in going after what you believe in and she believes in love . . . with Rekesh. One of the very last people she should ever fall for but she doesn't care. She knows he would never hurt her and when the opportunity presents itself, she confronts Rekesh and tells him exactly what she wants. Getting herself and Zahara in all kinds of trouble in the process. Gotta love her!
“Follow the path of blood down the dark hallway into the back alley where there can possibly be a body and some killer. It’s too cliché horror movie for my taste. We are not those stupid girls.”
Oh and let's not forget about all the hotness going on. Boys, people. I'm talking about boys. There's a whole slew of muscle clad, smart mouthed, evil doing, swoon worthy boys in this book. Some will make you catch your breath (literally) with just one look, make you want to make yourself their prisoner, defy all logic just to be by their sides, and make you rethink the power of what a single blue Mohawk can do to you. Cadiz flawlessly creates a cast of hot male characters to appease everyone's appetite and have you begging for more.
If you think that this cast of amazing characters isn't enough for you, just wait until you get to the very end of this book. "WTH, I can't believe she did that, and shut the front door!" are only a few of my choice words. Just when you think Cadiz couldn't take you on anymore of a crazy roller coaster ride, she puts you on a double loopty-loop without a seat belt and sends you on your way, WITH JUST THREE SENTENCES.
And if you're like me, and completely in NEED of the sequel, don't worry, because I have it on good authority, that MICHEAL, the second book in the Sons of Old Trilogy, will be out later this year. Until then, the ILLC (I Love Lucifer Club) meets every Tuesday.
A growl escaped the Imago’s lips as he threw a punch down toward Solomon’s face with such speed Zahara was surprised her father somehow managed to move his head aside just in time. She pulled the dagger out of her back pocket and jumped back up, running toward her father. Solomon had also returned to his feet and had his arm wrapped around the Imago’s neck. Zahara threw the knife, aiming at the Imago’s heart and let out a scream as the Imago tossed Solomon over his shoulder at the same time.
Zahara cried out, but the knife missed Solomon by a mere inch. Solomon kept hold of the Imago’s arm and twisted as hard he could, his hand finding the dagger on the ground and driving it into the Imago’s side. The Imago shrieked, fumbling back for a moment, but Solomon refused to let him go, using the Imago’s arm to turn him around and, as he moved to kick his legs from under him, the Imago grabbed onto Solomon’s arm and threw him into the air.
Zahara didn’t wait to see where her father landed; she knew he was going to need more than human, brute strength to beat a supernatural. She ran to the truck, Becca following behind, throwing the driver’s side door open and almost being slammed by the door bouncing back since she was too impatient to wait for it to fully open before jumping into the truck.
“What are you doing?!” Becca asked as she climbed into the passenger seat.
“Key, key, key, where is that blasted key?” Zahara murmured to herself as she looked in the middle consul but only found another dagger. Becca opened the compartment in the dashboard and she barely held it out to Zahara before she was bringing the truck to life. Becca jumped into the passenger seat.
Zahara pushed her foot into the gas pedal and steered the truck toward the Imago, who had thrown Solomon against the side of the porch. As he sped toward Solomon, Zahara pressed harder on the gas pedal. The Imago noticed the truck just in time to vanish into the wind and suddenly appear in the back of the truck, arm shattering the glass of the back window. Becca screamed. Zahara pushed her foot against the brake pedal this time, and the Imago fell back. She jumped out of the truck, dagger from the consul in hand, and growled at the Imago, who was now staring down at her, growling in return.
The Imago jumped down from the truck and stood in front of her in the blink of an eye. Zahara reacted just as fast, swiping the dagger across his chest. The Imago hissed and grabbed Zahara’s wrist, snapping her bones the same way someone’s foot would snap a twig. Zahara’s scream was cut short when the Imago lifted her up, his hand a vice grip around her neck. Instantly, Zahara’s vision blackened, as she was on the brink of losing consciousness. The skin of her neck began to drip with blood as his nails dug hungrily into it. Zahara could swear she heard the bones begin to crack, but she couldn’t tell over the grinding of her own teeth.
She tried to kick out her leg, but she could only find the strength to connect with his thigh. The Imago seemed unfazed by her weak efforts to remain alive. A strangled cry escaped through Zahara’s clenched teeth. The Imago’s features contorted from that bit of triumph to shocked agony. Zahara’s brow creased in confusion and then she was falling to the ground, her lungs choking from the instant intake of air.
Zahara looked up at the Imago. He was standing frozen, arm still outstretched and fingers now grasping nothing more than air.