Series: The Wolves of Mercy Falls Trilogy 1
First Published: August 1, 2009
The pack circled around me, tongues and teeth and growls.
When a local boy is killed by wolves, Grace's small town becomes a place of fear and suspicion. But Grace can't help being fascinated by the pack, and by one yellow-eyed wolf in particular. There's something about him -- something almost human.
Then she meets a yellow-eyed boy whose familaritiy takes her breath away...
Rogue Chronicles Entry No. 6
Another new realm I've ventured into, and I was simply amazed. The style with which this world was created was so heartfelt, there is no way you are not wondering, suffering, aching, tingling with the characters. The switching 1st person narrator between the main leads, Grace and Sam, would usually make me frown, but it was necessary to keep up this awesome style.
The new angle on werewolves was sweet. I'm a sucker for wolves, I love wolfy fur just as much as Grace does, so I was perfectly fine with the fact that those wolves are... simple, normal wolves once human. And the classical chain of you get bitten, you turn. Well, at least that was the case until Grace, but the solution is still as simple as the whole style and story, love it all the more for it. I feel the chunk in the simplicity is Sam's incredible eyes. It's like they are more paranormal than the fact that there are werewolves in the woods, lol. He just feels so... magical, Grace is damn lucky to have found him -- or been found by him, depends how you want to look at it.
Now, I think this was the best road of pain and drama I've travelled since what feels like forever. Seriously, this was incredibly harsh within the framework of still realistic, neither white-washed nor sugar-coated, and the stories matched the characters very much. They each had their load to deal with, some managed better than others, and it's still an issue for all of them, topics that are to be treated carefully. I mean, most paranormal stories do have some far-fetched backgrounds to work with the stories, thus it felt good that you didn't have to try so hard to wrap your head around the circumstances, because they were so simple. Sad, painful, but simple. That starts off with the pain of the shifting. I think that gets either carefully down-played or mercilessly exaggerated nowadays, but here's it's just... It's a very real part of the story, almost like you can feel it yourself while reading it, and I like that very much because I haven't come by it in a long time.
Of course, Grace and Sam in their incredibly sweet love do balanced out the painful parts very well, but it's not just them, really, it's also the supporting characters. There were a lot, leaving potential for conflicts and building camps in the next installment(s), and although there wasn't the much details about most of them, you would still find yourself either symphasizing with or despising them. I'm really curious who and to what extent will be coming up again in this story.
Area Scan: Style: 5/5 -- Plot: 4.5/5 -- Characters: 5/5 -- Romance: 5/5 -- Drama: 4.5/5 -- Humor: 4.5/5 -- Fantasy: 3.5/5
Discovered: 5+ Hoods
Qutes I liked:
“It's very ugly," Sam said generously. "But it looks as though it would laugh at snow. And, if you hit a deer it would hiccup, and keep going.”
She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her. (Sam)
I was suddenly struck by how dissimilar we were. It occurred to me that if Grace and I were objects, she would be an elaborate digital clock, synced up with the World Clock in London with technical perfection, and I’d be a snow globe – shaken memories in a glass ball. (Sam)
Sam laughed, a funny, self-deprecating laugh. "You did read a lot. And spent too much time just inside the kitchen window, where I couldn't see you very well."
"And not enough time mostly naked in front of my bedroom window?" I teased.
Sam turned bright red. "That," he said, "is so not the point of this conversation."
“You two are too cute,” the counter girl said, setting two cups piled with whipped cream on the counter. She had a sort of lopsided, open smile that made me think she laughed a lot. “Seriously. How long have you been going out?”
Sam let go of my hands to get his wallet and took out some bills. “Six years.”
I wrinkled my nose to cover a laugh. Of course he would count the time that we’d been two entirely different species.
"Whoa.” Counter girl nodded appreciatively. “That’s pretty amazing for a couple your age."
Sam handed me my hot chocolate and didn’t answer. But his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively—I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.
I crouched to look at the almond bark on the bottom shelf in the counter. I wasn’t quite bold enough to look at either of them when I admitted, “Well, it was love at first sight.”
The girl sighed. “That is just so romantic. Do me a favor, and don’t you two ever change. The world needs more love at first sight.”