Beyond the Seventh Circle
by Amelie Gray
Review by: SwedenSara
“He
felt drunk, weaving back and forth as the very floor seemed to
stagger beneath his feet. Her blood was much better than any wine;
more potent and drugging, and utterly addictive. Even though he had
just been at her neck, letting his teeth tear effortlessly through
her silken skin, and felt the endless stream of ambrosia wetting his
lips, he still felt the hunger.”
Beyond the Seventh
Circle by Amelie Gray began as a prompt
fic. YellowGlue provided the sentence that spun off an utterly
captivating tale of a dark and evil Edward, and a frail and silent
Bella.
When this story
begins, Bella is a human part of the wolf
pack. Using her as bait they lure vampires in to capture and kill.
She is unhappy with her shielded existence and Jacob’s plans for
her life. Edward is a blood-drinking member of a coven, lead by a
much unexpected version of Jasper. The coven is leading a dark,
secret existence, deep below the surface of the world known to man.
The first time they
meet, Bella is waiting for Edward in a
darkened staircase. She is ready to sell him her blood and let him
feed from her, while her wolf family waits in the dark to make their
move. Edward’s first taste renders him unable to pull himself away
from her sweet pulsating blood, and he’s captured and imprisoned.
His mission from then on is evident: to escape and take the silent
girl with him, to bring her down to the hell where he lives.
“He was going to learn everything about her…and then, he was
going to crush in that little skull so those brown eyes wouldn't open
again.”
Amelie Gray doesn’t
give us the background and personalities of her characters at once.
She is painting their portraits little by little,
and it’s completely stunning. Every chapter gives us a snippet of
information, and raises new questions that keep me reading, caring
and wanting more. Her carefully chosen words create a beautiful web
that draws me in entirely.
This story has one
of the darkest Edwards I’ve ever seen, and I find myself strangely
addicted to him - like my own personal brand of heroin. If you give
him a chance, you’ll see what I mean…
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