I’ve been seriously reassessing the decision to spork this thing. I might be in way over my head.

But never mind my personal safety! This is about your enjoyment! So let’s do this. I got the book (don’t ask), so I’ll be sporking more of it if I can just keep my sanity. I mean, it’s really not badly written like Gloria Tesch’s ‘Maradonia’ series, but it’s just that this book doesn’t really require any thinking power. My eyes look through it and… done. No brainpower required. Plus, the characters so far aren’t all that likeable and are really just standard stereotypical ones. Does Noël think that all girls want to be cheerleaders and the only ones who don’t are goths and gays? Bitch please.

So anyway, here we go!

For the first few paragraphs, Ever’s just expositing about how Riley’s visits are super amazing and help her appreciate her new life a little more. Well I’d say it doesn’t really take your sister coming back from the dead to stop being so ungrateful. Goddamn.

But that may just be me, so never mind.

So Ever gets to school, and meets up with Haven. Haven wonders whether Damen’s dropped out, and Ever wonders why the hell that would be since he just started school. Haven’s answer, everybody?

“Uh, because we’re not worthy? Because he really is too good to be true?”

At this point, I just don’t know what to say anymore.

Haven thinks Ever is a threat to her dating Damen (get real, you’re only a minor character, Haven) and then this happens:

Besides, it’s not like I’m all that datable in my current voice-hearing, aura-seeing, baggy- sweatshirt-wearing condition. But I don’t say any of that. Instead I just say, “Yes, I’m a liability. I’m a huge uninsurable disaster waiting to happen. But I’m definitely not a threat. Mainly because I’m not interested. And I know that’s probably hard to believe, with him being so gorgeous and sexy and hot and smoldering and combustible or whatever it is that you call him, but the truth is, I don’t like Damen Auguste, and I don’t know how else to say it!”

Oh, that’s perfectly true. It’s true. From the way you salivated over him the first time you saw him I can completely agree that you don’t like him. And the plot won’t bring you two together either, don’t worry. It’s going to be twu wuv and Damen’s shininess that’ll fix things.

Unfortunately for Ever, Damen was standing right in front of her and heard the whole rant. Very contrived plot device, if you ask me. As demonstrated by the next paragraph, Ever doesn’t give a shit about that though. She has too much self-esteem to worry about some boy.

I toss my bag to the floor, slide onto my seat, lift my hood, and crank my iPod, hoping to drown out the noise and deflect what just happened, assuring myself that a guy like that, a guy so confident, so gorgeous, so completely amazing, is too cool to bother with the careless words of a girl like me.

Sigh. I don’t know where to start. I don’t. The prose is awful, but I seem to have gotten used to that. The fact that it seems okay to be all mopey and stuff over a guy, though, really demonstrates the level of thinking this author put into the book. Of course, Noël probably never intended this to be a bad remake of Bella’s first-person narration in ‘Twilight’ but the fact is that it does sound horribly similar. And the book suffers for it. To add to the misfortune, the issue of the pervasive ‘passive female character’ in modern YA paranormal fiction won’t be addressed, leading to a deluge of novels where the characters (even the heroines and heroes) are flat, paper-thin cutouts of popular, media-propagated stereotypes. But let’s leave Noël to her work and see where this book takes us, hm? I know you don’t want to go but I’m taking you anyway.

But just as I start to relax, just as I’ve convinced myself not to care, I’m jolted by an overwhelming shock, an electric charge infusing my skin, slamming my veins, and making my whole body tingle.

And it’s all because Damen placed his hand upon mine.

Well, as a guy who’s had a crush on somebody before, the words ‘overwhelming shock’ seems a little too much like overkill. Why can’t anyone just be whelmed nowadays? Also, the Electric Charge of True Love slammed through her veins? I don’t think slammed means what she thinks it means.

Oh, by the way… that little hand touch was only so that Damen could return Ever’s copy of ‘Wuthering Heights’.

Yet knowing how ridiculous that is, I shake my head and say, “Are you sure you don’t want to keep it? Because I really don’t need it, I already know how it ends.” And even though he removes his hand from mine, it’s a moment before all the tingling dies down.

“I know how it ends too,” he says, gazing at me in a way so intense, so insistent, so intimate, I quickly look away.

Replace intimate with creepy and now you’re in the ballpark of understanding how disturbed I am with that description. My God.

The guy’s seen you twice, and he’s looking at you intimately? Something is not right here, Ever. Get that through your thick skull. You barely know the guy and you’re fixated on his face like a deer in headlights.

After that, Damen puts his hand on Ever’s (again!) and asks what she’s listening to. I’m not sure if that’s really necessary. He could just freeze her with the power of his face and then ask, right? Knowing this girl right here, it’s not gonna take much. He could literally just glance at her hair or something and she’d wilt and write poems about how beautiful his eyelashes are. He doesn’t need to touch her. In fact, I’m pretty sure it would be more appropriate if he just stopped being near her, walked outside and then shot himself. That way, it would save him and the rest of us from having to read through this book.

Oops, I forgot to mention something; when Damen is near Ever, she can’t hear anything. No thoughts, feelings, nothing. He’d be useful in an exam hall.

“I asked what you’re listening to.” He smiles. A smile so private and intimate, I feel my face flush.

Since she didn’t answer the first time he asked, I imagined him trying to pin her arm behind her back and screaming ‘TELL ME WHAT YOU’RE LISTENING TO!’ Also, the way that he’s smiling at her creeps me out. Specifically, the way the smile is being described. Guys, go out and meet a girl. Meet her again, for the second time, and then try smiling at her ‘intimately’. I don’t give a flying fuck about how ‘gorgeous’ you may be, but if she hasn’t called the police on your ass by then I’m going to assume there’s something very wrong with our society.

“Oh, um, it’s just some goth mix my friend Haven made. It’s mostly old, eighties stuff, you know like the Cure, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus.” I shrug, unable to avert my gaze as I stare into his eyes, trying to determine their exact color.

“You’re into goth?” he asks, brows raised, eyes skeptical, taking inventory of my long blond ponytail, dark blue sweatshirt, and makeup-free, clean scrubbed skin.

“No, not really. Haven’s all into it.” I laugh, a nervous, cackling, cringe worthy sound, that bounces off all four walls and right back at me.

I’m not sure what the prerequisite for being a goth is. Also, doesn’t Damen sound a little distasteful when he says goth? The whole eyes skeptical thing tipped me off. Also, he’s taking inventory of her? She isn’t a fucking storage closet.

So anyway, Damen asks what Ever’s into (hmm… I think it starts with a D. Just saying) and before she could answer the question, the teacher walks into class and the chapter ends with a cliff-hanger. Plus, there’s a horrific run-on sentence.

And then Damen leans back in his seat, and I take a deep breath and lower my hood, sinking back into the familiar sounds of adolescent angst, test stress, body image issues, Mr. Robin’s failed dreams, and Stacia, Honor, and Craig all wondering what the hot guy could possibly see in me.

This is a horrible sentence. And a horrible book.

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  1. Resistance on 16 January 2014, 16:20 said:

    lift my hood, and crank my iPod, hoping to drown out the noise and deflect what just happened

    Um, no. First of all, if by “cranking her iPod” she means turning it up to full volume (I don’t know if she’s in class or not at this point); then you’d definitely be able to hear it. And unless it’s been explicitly stated that her school for some reason lets her blast music during lessons, then this would never happen. And from experience, they’d probably ask her to lift down her hood.

    I’m jolted by an overwhelming shock, an electric charge infusing my skin, slamming my veins, and making my whole body tingle

    Last time that happened to me was when I was trying to plug in a lamp in the dark.

    Replace intimate with creepy and now you’re in the ballpark of understanding how disturbed I am with that description.

    Sounds like something off of “Stalked: Someone’s Watching”.

    In fact, I’m pretty sure it would be more appropriate if he just stopped being near her, walked outside and then shot himself.

    That’s a pretty amusing thought.

    sinking back into the familiar sounds of adolescent angst, test stress, body image issues

    If I’m not paying attention in class I’m thinking about

    a. The time
    b. How many seconds have passed since I last looked at the time
    c. The annoying people in front of me
    d. The annoying people in back of me
    e. Did I mention the time?
    f. Some song stuck in my head

    Yeah.

  2. Emy on 16 January 2014, 17:18 said:

    (I’m kind of sick right now, so I will use that excuse for my rambling.)

    …So… Are aurae ever going to be relevant to the plot? Because it all seems after the thought. Like, “Oh, there’s already so many books in the Romance genre. I’ll just add in some fantasy elements so that my story seems fresh and not cliche at all!”

    And then it never gets mentioned again. Except when it needs to remind you that yes, it is incredibly important to the plot, interjecting into the ninety-percent of the book centered on that totally hot guy who’s either Edward Cullen or flat as a sheet of paper.

    But what if I’m one of those people who’s obsessed with shiny colors? What if I really just want page after page of describing why somebody seems to have the aurora borealis around them? WHAT IF I JUST PREFER RAINBOWS OVER GUYS? I have this prism hanging on my window. When the sun shines, it throws around lots of pretty shiny colors. I really like that prism. Not to mention, it also has ten times more dimension than most paranormal romance love interests.

  3. Juracan on 16 January 2014, 19:08 said:

    Once again, I want to write off a bit of the awkwardness as just them being teenagers, but then again, it doesn’t look like it’s supposed to seem awkward. I get the impression that we’re supposed to be instantly impressed by this guy, and I’m really not. I know nothing about him other than that he seems skeptical of goth music.

    And there’s a couple times in these parts where it’s like we’re supposed to get the impression that our protagonist has awful self esteem, but there’s no reason for it. So she can sense emotions and thoughts— I still fail to see how this leads to one being a complete social pariah. I get that high school can be rough, but this is over-dramatizing for nothing.

    You’d think someone who knows everything that’s going on in everyone’s head would realize how unimportant high school is.

  4. Potatoman on 17 January 2014, 00:07 said:

    Um, no. First of all, if by “cranking her iPod” she means turning it up to full volume (I don’t know if she’s in class or not at this point); then you’d definitely be able to hear it. And unless it’s been explicitly stated that her school for some reason lets her blast music during lessons, then this would never happen. And from experience, they’d probably ask her to lift down her hood.

    Remember, the school can’t get in the way of our badass heroine. They have to let her do whatever the hell she wants, it’s the only way the audience will be assured of her badassery.

    …So… Are aurae ever going to be relevant to the plot?

    Nope. Don’t think so. I don’t want to forecast the entire book but with shit like this it’s pretty easy to tell.

    And then it never gets mentioned again. Except when it needs to remind you that yes, it is incredibly important to the plot, interjecting into the ninety-percent of the book centered on that totally hot guy who’s either Edward Cullen or flat as a sheet of paper.

    Which is a mistake that is surprisingly prevalent in the world of YA. Romance becomes necessary, replacing the plot (or lack of it).

    Another thing I can liken it to is the phenomenon of music videos for modern pop music, a genre that I absolutely despise. The funny thing is that I hate the music, but the music video has fuck all to do with it! It is so cheap and theatrical, more like a short film than anything else. The music becomes relegated to the background which is shocking when it is the entire fucking point of the artist’s hard work. The music. Not the video where they’re dancing around like idiots in sparkly clothing. The fucking music.

    It’s weird when I draw the parallels with books like these and modern pop music. Not to mention that the beginning of the book has a quote from Rihanna. That’s pretty much self-explanatory as to the quality of the book now.

    I get the impression that we’re supposed to be instantly impressed by this guy, and I’m really not. I know nothing about him other than that he seems skeptical of goth music.

    Seriously, right? We’re meant to be impressed at how incredibly attractive and generally all round awesome this guy is, but since Noël tries too hard to emulate Twilight the effect crashes and burns. And the thing is, we don’t end up caring for him even one iota after he’s introduced. He sounds like the typical YA douchebag, and he stays that way throughout the series.

    You’d think someone who knows everything that’s going on in everyone’s head would realize how unimportant high school is.

    Damn straight. Right now, ‘Evermore’ holds the record for having the most dumbass, overpowered protagonist who is a walking, talking contradiction.

  5. The Smith of Lie on 17 January 2014, 01:50 said:

    I wonder how anyone, author included, could mistake Ever for likeable protagonist. We’re four chapters in and she did nothing, accomplished nothing, learned nothing and shown absolutely no agency of her own. Maybe it’s unfair comparison (since the books I am going to call upon are A) good and B) not a YA paranormal romance genre) but by chapter 4 Harry Dresden is up to his ears in some supernatural plot. And probably burned down a building.

    We also need to stop the whole Goth thing. Unless one is a germanic tribal warrior back from aroun 1st century, he isn’t Goth. I could give a pass to character identyfiny herself as gothic if she was built on epic scale, with use of pointed arch, some towers and large windows.

    Also, the way that he’s smiling at her creeps me out. Specifically, the way the smile is being described. Guys, go out and meet a girl. Meet her again, for the second time, and then try smiling at her ‘intimately’. I don’t give a flying fuck about how ‘gorgeous’ you may be, but if she hasn’t called the police on your ass by then I’m going to assume there’s something very wrong with our society.

    How does one smile intimately? I can imagine predatory smile, psychotic smile, fake “Stepford” smile, even oxymoronically sounding sad smile. But how does intimate smile look?

  6. Asahel on 17 January 2014, 02:23 said:

    How does one smile intimately?

    Why, like this, of course.

  7. Epke on 17 January 2014, 08:46 said:

    Hahaha, aaah, Kitty’s drawings…

    “You’re into goth?” he asks, brows raised, eyes skeptical, taking inventory of my long blond ponytail, dark blue sweatshirt, and makeup-free, clean scrubbed skin.

    This creeps me out more than anything so far about this book. It is at some serial killer/keeps his last three wives in the cellar level of creepiness, taking stock of her like that. Think he’ll check her teeth? Also, how does Ever know he’s checking those things out specifically? She can’t hear his thoughts, so she is either very full of herself (“He’s looking at my clean, no-need-for-makeup skin and golden tresses!”) or thinks everyone who listens to “goth” music has to look like Wednesday Addams.

  8. swenson on 17 January 2014, 10:17 said:

    I could give a pass to character identyfiny herself as gothic if she was built on epic scale, with use of pointed arch, some towers and large windows.

    Ahaha yes.

    @Asahel – every once in awhile I go back through and read all of Kitty’s stuff. It’s just so glorious.

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  9. Pryotra on 17 January 2014, 10:38 said:

    “No, not really. Haven’s all into it.” I laugh, a nervous, cackling, cringe worthy sound, that bounces off all four walls and right back at me.

    Because Heaven forbid that you actually like something. That would be so uncool.

    This is one of the things I hate most in YA fiction. The main girl character can like nothing. People around her can like things, but she must only tolerate them for her friend’s sake. Compare this with Clary talking about how Simon is the one who buys her her nerdy stuff.

    It’s like the Suethor is afraid that if the girl has anything that she likes at all, someone might feel alienated by her and thus not be able to insert herself into this blatant fantasy.

    And Damien still lacks all personality, other than the faint serial killer vibes.

  10. The Smith of Lie on 17 January 2014, 11:35 said:

    And Damien still lacks all personality, other than the faint serial killer vibes.

    This would be a very fun twist, if he turned out to be after Ever’s head, as the Gathering draws near…

    No, I am not going to stop with Highlander allusiouns, it’s authors own fault for calling thes series Immortals.

  11. Resistance on 17 January 2014, 14:03 said:

    Not to mention that the beginning of the book has a quote from Rihanna. That’s pretty much self-explanatory as to the quality of the book now.

    I’d really like to know what the quote is. Is it

    He want that cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake

    or maybe

    Oooh baby I’m a rock star… oooh baby, ooh baby.. ooh baby… oooh baby.. oooh baby, oooh baby.. oooh baby.. ooh baby I’m a rock star

    It’s probably

    Shine bright like a diamond
    Shine bright like a diamond
    Shine bright like a diamond
    Oh, yeah
    Shine bright like a diamond
    Shine bright like a diamond
    Shine bright like a diamond
    Shine bright like a diamond

    Yeah. I think I’d rather have a quote from the Bible or something at this point.

  12. Asahel on 19 January 2014, 14:49 said:

    Unfortunately for Ever, Damen was standing right in front of her and heard the whole rant. Very contrived plot device, if you ask me.

    I have to ask: Was he really in front of her as she rants? If so, that’s actually kind of funny, and reminds me of a bit on Futurama where Bender is ranting about someone while the others are making hushing motions. Bender pauses his rant to reach behind, asking, “Oh crap, she’s right behind me, isn’t she?” Her response? “No, I’m front of you.” “Gah!”

    He he, I just love a good subversion of a tired trope.

  13. The Smith of Lie on 20 January 2014, 03:32 said:

    I have to ask: Was he really in front of her as she rants? If so, that’s actually kind of funny, and reminds me of a bit on Futurama where Bender is ranting about someone while the others are making hushing motions. Bender pauses his rant to reach behind, asking, “Oh crap, she’s right behind me, isn’t she?” Her response? “No, I’m front of you.” “Gah!”

    In the old, impish tradition of comment section seeing unused potential in sporked material, this actually could have been an interesting scene in the book. On one hand we have Ever being ever angsty (sorry, I could not stop myself) about her powers, but on the other hand subconsciously so dependent on them, that she failed to notice person standing right in front of her, just cause he’s a blind spot in her psychic radar.

    But it would be too cool to have “Heroine” in a dilemma about her newfound issue, a one more realistic than woe is me, I’m a freak.

  14. swenson on 20 January 2014, 10:34 said:

    Huh, that actually would be interesting. It’d make her abilities an actual part of her life, at least, as opposed to just fluff to make her seem speshul, which is all it’s been so far.

  15. Potatoman on 22 January 2014, 01:04 said:

    It’d make her abilities an actual part of her life, at least, as opposed to just fluff to make her seem speshul, which is all it’s been so far.

    It doesn’t get any better, swenson. :(

  16. swenson on 22 January 2014, 09:38 said:

    Shh, I’m trying to cling onto the faint hope. :)

  17. Danielle on 22 January 2014, 12:37 said:

    It’d make her abilities an actual part of her life, at least, as opposed to just fluff to make her seem speshul, which is all it’s been so far.

    Why can’t Suethors give their heroines super speshul abilities that are actually awesome, like blindfolded sharpshooting or the ability to take out an entire legion of undead with just a lighter and a can of hairspray?

  18. Potatoman on 22 January 2014, 12:47 said:

    Shh, I’m trying to cling onto the faint hope. :)

    Aren’t we all. :’(

    Why can’t Suethors give their heroines super speshul abilities that are actually awesome, like blindfolded sharpshooting or the ability to take out an entire legion of undead with just a lighter and a can of hairspray?

    Danielle… to them, no hawt guys = no story.

  19. Danielle on 22 January 2014, 12:51 said:

    To them, no hawt guys = no story.

    Just have a hot guy wander along as she tames the Loch Ness Monster or sucker punches a potato gremlin in the face or something. Boom. Problem solved.

  20. Potatoman on 22 January 2014, 13:06 said:

    Just have a hot guy wander along as she tames the Loch Ness Monster or sucker punches a potato gremlin in the face or something. Boom. Problem solved.

    The Suethors will get so caught up in describing the hawt guy that the Loch Ness monster and potato gremlin will wallow pitifully in the background, begging to become part of the narrative sometime soon.

  21. Danielle on 22 January 2014, 13:30 said:

    The Suethors will get so caught up in describing the hawt guy that the Loch Ness monster and potato gremlin will wallow pitifully in the background, begging to become part of the narrative sometime soon.

    Sad, but true. Now, if I wrote that scene, it would go something like this:

    Raven Grace Trinity Huntress Shadow Walker, Grace for short, could hardly keep from skipping through the streets of Glasgow. Skipping was an activity that, while not necessarily frowned upon, did tend to draw unwelcome attention, and attention was the last thing she needed.

    She had found him.

    The grandaddy of them all. The urban legend to begin and end all urban legends.

    Nessie.

    Grace purchased her supplies quickly: rope, a few hundred yards of good thick cloth, a crate of tranquilizer darts, strong spotlights and generators, and some coffee. For once, she didn’t inwardly curse her parents for giving her such a long and stupid name. If they kept funding her adventures like this, they could call her Raven Grace Trinity Huntress Shadow Walker at every family gathering for as long as she lived.

    Hours later, she stood on the shores of Loch Ness. She was alone. Just her and Nessie for the next few hours. Grace formed a makeshift harness from the rope, looping the remainder of it around the cloth to form a hasty saddle that, according to her careful estimations, was a bit too big. She could tighten it as needed, once Nessie was in her clutches. Once that was ready, she poured the coffee into a clean oil drum, added a few shakes of Tabasco, and waited. Her heart hammered in her ears, but she scarcely moved. She wouldn’t scare Nessie away. Not when she was so close.

    Finally, after what seemed like years, a head rose from the water. Wise golden eyes seemed to glow with their own light as the majestic head lowered toward the oil drum. Grace’s breath caught in her throat. Nessie’s head was the size of a Volkswagen bus, its scales like shining brown dinner plates. Peat moss hung from its lips, sliding off as it opened them to taste the coffee laced with a sauce most Brits feared more than death itself.

    All these years….all these legends….and Grace was the one to see it in person.

    She couldn’t lasso it. Not now. Those eyes betrayed an intelligence beyond that of most humans. Nessie would vanish at the first sight of a rope, that much was certain. His appearance to her was a privilege, a show of gratitude for the gift of Tabasco coffee.

    Grace lifted a hand and stepped forward. “May—may I?”

    The great head dipped once.

    At the first touch, Grace’s hand seemed to spark. To touch something so old, so rare and beautiful—the sensation robbed her of her words. A smile spread across her face. Nessie honored her by letting her touch him.

    The Tabasco coffee vanished in a few swallows, but Nessie left his head down. For a moment, Grace stood there like a fool, hand still on his scales.

    Then his eye opened. Something like a smile came over his lips.

    “You—you’re joking.”

    The smile remained.

    “I can’t.”

    The eyes narrowed and Nessie, still smiling, dipped his head further, knocking her feet out from under her. She landed on his head and, before she could think, was being lifted into the air and carried out into the middle of the lake.

    She let out a whoop of joy.

    On the shore, a young Scottish nobleman watched, hIs emerald green eyes wide with wonder, his perfectly coiffed black hair mussed just enough to make it even sexier.

    “Wow,” he breathed in his sexy Scottish accent. “That is one hell of a woman.”

  22. Potatoman on 22 January 2014, 14:45 said:

    That was amazing.

  23. Danielle on 22 January 2014, 15:51 said:

    bows

  24. The Smith of Lie on 23 January 2014, 04:37 said:

    @Danielle

    Now, you almost got it right. But for success and fan acclaim it shouldn’t have been a random Scottish nobleman who just stumbled upon her Nessie joyride. The true author with vision for YA romance would know how to play it. Instead Raven Grace Trinity Huntress Shadow Walker would meet a mysterious, incredibly hot, young male later that night, who in a few chapters would turn out to be the same Loch Ness Monster, shapeshifting into a human cause she made such an impression on him.

    And in sequel they’d make it a love triangle with them and Sascrotch… errr, Sasquatch, yes I meant Sasquatch. And now I hate myself for coming up with the whole thing of cryptozoological romance.

  25. Danielle on 23 January 2014, 12:17 said:

    Instead Raven Grace Trinity Huntress Shadow Walker would meet a mysterious, incredibly hot, young male later that night, who in a few chapters would turn out to be the same Loch Ness Monster, shapeshifting into a human cause she made such an impression on him.

    See, I was going to play it as the random Scottish nobleman being the last in a long line of Nessie’s guardians—the people who, for centuries, have made sure every photograph of Nessie was grainy and blurred, trashed the reputation of anyone who saw Nessie in person so the world would never believe them, etc. That angle would allow me to shoehorn in both a romantic subplot AND an over-the-top environmentalist tract. Win-win!

    And in sequel they’d make it a love triangle with them and Sascrotch…

    Eh, we’ve already got Tall, Dark and Endangered with both Nessie and the nobleman. I say we bring in Aoshima so our heroine (no way I’m typing her name more than twice) will have to choose between the brooding (Nessie/Nobleman) and the bright and crazy (Aoshima).

  26. Potatoman on 23 January 2014, 12:32 said:

    The comments section for this spork is so much more interesting than this book. Why does that depress me so much… I wonder.

  27. Danielle on 23 January 2014, 14:12 said:

    The comments section for this spork is so much more interesting than this book. Why does that depress me so much… I wonder.

    It’s all that wasted potential. Wasted potential is depressing—especially when you have to slog through it.

  28. lilyWhite on 29 January 2014, 16:12 said:

    That story about Nessie would be interesting if Nessie was a lady and it turned into a cute lesbian romance.

    (Partly because the picture of lady!Nessie that came into my head is just adorable. X3)

  29. Shell on 14 February 2014, 03:10 said:

    Again….another one of those books I read when I was 14. I think? I actually don’t remember if it was this one because they all seem to blur together but the dead sister named Riley rings a bell. I think I hated it to be honest.

    Also please Potatoman more sporking I need it.

  30. Brendan Rizzo on 19 February 2014, 21:46 said:

    So, is there even a plot to this book? Nothing’s happening.

  31. Scarlet Specter on 19 June 2014, 19:35 said:

    All I’ve taken from Evermore is wanting to see an actual book following Raven Grace Trinity Huntress Shadow Walker’s epic, cryptid-filled adventures.

    Daneille has more writing ability in her little finger than SMeyer and her copycats could muster in an entire series.