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Wednesday, March 27, 2013


She looked into their non-existent faces and felt them smile in anticipation.

The light is fading fast and Esa must find shelter before the deviants come crawling out of the woodwork. From the moment she steps into the darkened room her life takes a terrifying turn and she is pulled away from her post apocalyptic world.

With a horde of goblins close on her heels, she enters a magical realm in search of answers. Why can she sense magic and why is a powerful sorcerer determined to end her life?
I thought Pulse was really good!  
 It was most definitely a different type of read. I must admit that it was hard for me to get into at first. I pushed on and I am glad I did.  I know it's hard when a book is not easy to start of with (The Host is still one for me...LOL...but I love the IDEA of the Host). 
I would love to vote for this book to be either a movie or maybe even a mini series...GOTTA love those! 
Thank you HJ for a great read! I hope to read more from you!!  <3
  “Amy,” he screamed, yet she heard nothing, busy with her own fight. Blood boiled; hate seeping from his very core as he fought to reach her, to stop her. Cutting, slashing, destroying anything that stood in his path he moved inch by inch toward Amy and away from Esa. She no longer carried her staff, but swung a sword this way and that, slicing arms and legs as she turned full circle. He watched as she disarmed an elf and pushed him to the floor. Raising her sword she prepared to strike, but her sword clashed against steel as Thomas finally reached her.

“So you found her,” she said, nodding in Esa’s direction. “Eventually. Shame you weren’t a little quicker.” He said nothing because of the bile building inside his mouth and he spat at her feet.
“Did she show you my handy work?” She jabbed at his chest and he brushed it to one side before returning the strike.
“I’ve seen what you did.” Each word stuck in his throat.
“Good, nice to know. And our conversation was so stimulating, isn’t it a shame you can’t see the mental scars.” A sneer appeared on her face.
Unable to speak he lunged forward, in his anger he mistimed his strike. She moved to her left and drove the sword into his side. He staggered back a few paces, his hand reaching for the wound before recovering.
“What did you do?” he yelled as he charged forward.
“That girl’s very brave,” she managed to say as a rain of blows pushed her back. “But it’s not me you should be worrying about. He has plans for her.”
“What does he want with her?” he yelled.
“It’s going to mean her death, but not before he has his fun.”
“He’ll never get close enough, I won’t allow it.” His sword brushed her arm and she jumped back, bumping into a gorell.
Smiling she added, “It’s not up to you, I think you’ll be a little busy.” She pushed the gorell before her, but Thomas stuck the sword deep into the creature’s chest as it took a step forward. Struggling to pull the sword out he felt another jab, this time in his arm.
He only had one thought in his mind and that was to kill this human. The one who had caused Esa so much pain, left her battered and dying. There was no way she could know that Esa would heal. Charging forward, the anger giving him the strength, he lunged for her. She tripped over a fallen goblin as she staggered back. Unable to keep her feet she fell, losing her sword as she did.
“You can’t do this. I can tell you what he’s going to do. I could tell you how to stop him.”
“I don’t care, he can’t have her.” The tip of his sword rested at her throat.
“If you don’t spare me they’ll be no way to save her. She’ll die.”
“Not before you.”