Death never forgets....
On a Dark Wing
Pub: 2012, Harlequin Teen
Author: Jordan Dane
Format: paperback (mid); 312pp w/ 21 chapters
Age Range: YA
The choices I had made led
to the moment when fate took over.
I would learn a lesson I wasn’t prepared for.
And Death would be my willing teacher.
Five years ago, Abby Chandler cheated Death. She survived a horrific car accident, but her ‘lucky’ brake came at the expense of her mother’s life and changed everything. After she crossed paths with Death—by taking the hand of an ethereal boy—she would never be normal again.
Now she’s the target of Death’s ravens and an innocent boy’s life is on the line.
When Nate Holden—Abbey’s secret crush—starts to climb Alaska’s Denali mountain, the Angel of Death stalks him, all because of her. And Abby discovers the hard way that Death never forgets....
The black bird lifted off the rooftop. And in my vision, I followed. Only when I got to the ridge, that Raven wasn’t alone. My breath caught in my throat when I saw dozens of black birds perched in the trees that surrounded the clearing.
I held my breath, trying not to rile them. Taking one step at a time, inching my way back, I kept my eyes on them...until I backed into something that didn’t move. Something warm.
I fell hard to the ground. The Ravens took off with their wings thrumming the air to a deafening roar. A black swarm filled the sky. I covered my head, afraid they’d attack me, but when that didn’t happen, I looked at the guy standing over me.
I saw staring up at Nate Holden.
[It’s a little messed up, mostly because I just can’t get a feel of my thoughts]
The crush you think you love, or love you can keep forever? What if it’s more that you couldn’t see the second, what were you willing to do with the first? More so, what if the crush only looked like him but was really Death, what would you do? How would you help keep him alive? And what would you do when you realised who you really loved was staring you in the face?
It’s actually deals a lot about the effects of death though....
The guilt, the gut crunching pain, and acceptance, forgiveness.
I don’t know, but this just had to much paranormal in it. It was believable enough, and I know it’s odd but the last book (and only) that I read from Dane was real. Like real, real, to a part that it could be happening in your town, with your friends. I liked that one, liked that it worked more around that fact of...
We’re not here to talk about that book, are we?
Still I didn’t particularly like this book because of its Angel concept
Though it was nicely written complex and intriguing. Makes you fall into the story and want to know what happens point from point.
So I’m thinking a little prejudice of it. Also from the points (and this fact I think happened because of point discussions in blogging world and my recent read of Infamous) that dirty pic’s got put on the internet, she ran (we all would) and before that has really affected her it’s swept up under the rug.
Yeah, it’s not the point of the book. I get that. And I like that its’ still a fear in her at the end. She didn’t forget, just pushing it aside again (again, we all would) but why did it have to be pushed away? Why here it in there to start with if you weren’t really gonna make it impacted her.
Like do we all need a story that tied up at the end, that she couldn’t have dealt with it off print? It felt to me like her life, sorta, wasn’t real because.....
Why does everything have to turn out full happy at the end of a book? Why can’t they leave something that important—
Sorry, I’ll drop it. It’s a hot topic for me. I just don’t understand....yeah, you get it.
This book was good, and I’d suggest that you read it if you like Dane’s writing style and her previous books, though it isn’t like the other one I read, it was interesting and it was important, to a point. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, while getting annoyed at some.
It’s odd, which makes it hard to write a review; maybe I’ll come back when the book isn’t so full in my head and I can have a chance to think beyond what’s here and there.
Maybe I’ll re-read it again in a couple of months, to see what I get out of that time.
In the Arms of Stone Angels,