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#1 New York Times bestselling author Kresley Cole introduces The Arcana Chronicles, post-apocalyptic tales filled with riveting action, the dark mysticism of Tarot cards, and breathtaking romance.
She could save the world—or destroy it.
Sixteen year old Evangeline “Evie” Greene leads a charmed life—until she begins experiencing horrifying hallucinations. When an apocalyptic event decimates her Louisiana hometown, killing everyone she loves, Evie realizes her hallucinations were actually visions of the future—and they’re still happening. Fighting for her life and desperate for answers, she must turn to her wrong-side-of-the-bayou classmate: Jack Deveaux.
But she can’t do either alone.
With his mile-long rap sheet, wicked grin, and bad attitude, Jack is like no boy Evie has ever known. Even though he once scorned her and everything she represented, he agrees to protect Evie on her quest. She knows she can’t totally trust Jack. If he ever cast that wicked grin her way, could she possibly resist him?
Who can Evie trust?
As Jack and Evie race to find the source of her visions, they meet others who have gotten the same call. An ancient prophesy is being played out, and Evie is not the only one with special powers. A group of teens has been chosen to reenact the ultimate battle between good and evil. But it’s not always clear who is on which side…
In Poison Princess, New York Times bestselling author Kresley Cole introduces a dark and intriguing world, full of unspeakable danger and irresistible romance.
- Sales Rank: #103977 in eBooks
- Published on: 2012-10-02
- Released on: 2012-10-02
- Format: Kindle eBook
Review
"The prose crackles with energy and interest, the content is on target in terms of current demand, and this could be the next Twilight." Booklist
About the Author
Kresley Cole is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the electrifying Immortals After Dark paranormal series, the young adult Arcana Chronicles series, the erotic Game Makers series, and five award-winning historical romances. A master’s grad and former athlete, she has traveled over much of the world and draws from those experiences to create her memorable characters and settings. You can learn more about her and her work at KresleyCole.com or Facebook.com/KresleyCole. Sign up for Kresley’s email newsletter to receive the latest book release updates, as well as info about contests and giveaways (KresleyCole.com/Newsletter).
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DAY 6 B.F.
STERLING, LOUISIANA
“How are you feeling?” Mom asked with an appraising eye. “You sure you’re up for this?”
I finished my hair, pasted on a smile, and lied through my teeth, “Definitely.” Though we’d been over this, I patiently said, “The docs told me that settling back into a normal routine might be good for someone like me.” Well, at least three out of my five shrinks had.
The other two insisted that I was still unstable. A loaded gun. Trouble with the possibility of rubble.
“I just need to get back to school, around all my friends.”
Whenever I quoted shrinks to her, Mom relaxed somewhat, as if it was proof that I’d actually listened to them.
I could remember a lot of what the docs said—because they’d made me forget so much of my life before the clinic.
With her hands clasped behind her back, Mom began strolling around my room, her gaze flickering over my belongings—a pretty, blond Sherlock Holmes sniffing for any secrets she didn’t yet know.
She’d find nothing; I’d already hidden my contraband in my book bag.
“Did you have a nightmare last night?”
Had she heard me shoot upright with a cry? “Nope.”
“When you were catching up with your friends, did you confide to anyone where you really were?”
Mom and I had told everyone that I’d gone to a special school for “deportment.” After all, you can’t prep a daughter too early for those competitive sororities in the South.
In reality, I’d been locked up at the Children’s Learning Center, a behavioral clinic for kids. Also known as Child’s Last Chance.
“I haven’t told anyone about CLC,” I said, horrified by the idea of my friends, or my boyfriend, finding out.
Especially not him. Brandon Radcliffe. With his hazel eyes, movie-star grin, and curling light-brown hair.
“Good. It’s our business only.” She paused before my room’s big wall mural, tilting her head uneasily. Instead of a nice watercolor or a retro-funk design, I’d painted an eerie landscape of tangled vines, looming oaks, and darkening skies descending over hills of cane. I knew she’d considered painting over the mural but feared I’d reach my limit and mutiny.
“Have you taken your medicine this morning?”
“Like I always do, Mom.” Though I couldn’t say my bitter little pills had done much for my nightmares, they did stave off the delusions that had plagued me last spring.
Those terrifying hallucinations had been so lifelike, leaving me temporarily blinded to the world around me. I’d barely completed my sophomore year, brazening out the visions, training myself to act like nothing was wrong.
In one of those delusions, I’d seen flames blazing across a night sky. Beneath the waves of fire, fleeing rats and serpents had roiled over Haven’s front lawn, until the ground looked like it was rippling.
In another, the sun had shone—at night—searing people’s eyes till they ran with pus, mutating their bodies and rotting their brains. They became zombielike blood drinkers, with skin that looked like crinkled paper bags and oozed a rancid slime. I called them bogeymen. . . .
My short-term goal was simple: Don’t get exiled back to CLC. My long-term goal was a bit more challenging: Survive the rest of high school so I could escape to college.
“And you and Brandon are still an item?” Mom almost sounded disbelieving, as if she didn’t understand why he would still be going out with me after my three-month absence.
“He’ll be here soon,” I said in an insistent tone. Now she’d gotten me nervous.
No, no. All summer, he’d faithfully texted me, though I’d only been allowed to respond twice a month. And ever since my return last week, he’d been wonderful—my cheerful, smiling boyfriend bringing me flowers and taking me to movies.
“I like Brandon. He’s such a good boy.” At last, Mom concluded this morning’s interrogation. “I’m glad you’re back, honey. It’s been so quiet around Haven without you.”
Quiet? I yearned to say, “Really, Karen? You know what’s worse than quiet? Fluorescent bulbs crackling twenty-four hours a day in the center. Or maybe the sound of my cutter roommate weeping as she attacked her thigh with a spork? How about disconnected laughter with no punch line?”
But then, that last one had been me.
In the end, I said nothing about the center. Just two years and out.
“Mom, I’ve got a big day.” I shouldered my backpack. “And I want to be outside when Brand shows.” I’d already made him wait for me all summer.
“Oh, of course.” She shadowed me down the grand staircase, our steps echoing in unison. At the door, she tucked my hair behind my ears and gave me a kiss on my forehead, as if I were a little girl. “Your shampoo smells nice—might have to borrow some.”
“Sure.” I forced another smile, then walked outside. The foggy air was so still—as if the earth had exhaled but forgotten to inhale once more.
I descended the front steps, then turned to gaze at the imposing home I’d missed so much.
Haven House was a grand twenty-two-room mansion, fronted by twelve stately columns. Its colors—wood siding of the lightest cream, hurricane shutters of the darkest forest green—had remained unchanged since it’d originally been built for my great-great-great-great-grandmother.
Twelve massive oak trees encircled the structure, their sprawling limbs grown together in places, like hundred-ton hydras trapping prey.
The locals thought Haven House looked haunted. Seeing the place bathed in fog, I had to admit that was fair.
As I waited, I meandered across the front lawn to a nearby cane row, leaning in to smell a purple stalk. Crisp but sweet. One of the feathery green leaves was curled so that it looked like it was embracing my hand. That made me smile.
“You’ll get rain soon,” I murmured, hoping Sterling’s drought would finally end.
My smile deepened when I saw a sleek Porsche convertible speeding down our oystershell drive, a blur of red.
Brandon. He was the most enviable catch in our parish. Senior. Quarterback. Rich. The trifecta of boyfriends.
When he pulled up, I opened the passenger door with a grin. “Hey, big guy.”
But he frowned. “You look . . . tired.”
“I didn’t get to bed till late,” I replied, darting a glance over my shoulder as I tossed my bag into the minuscule backseat. When the kitchen curtain fluttered to the side, I just stopped myself from rolling my eyes. Two years and out . . .
“You feeling okay?” His gaze was filled with concern. “We can pick up some coffee on the way.”
I shut the door behind me. “Sure. Whatever.” He hadn’t complimented me on my hair or outfit—my Chloé baby-blue sleeveless dress with the hem no more than four regulation inches above the knee, the silky black ribbon that held my hair back in a curling ponytail, my matching black Miu Miu ankle-wrap heels.
My diamond earrings and Patek Philippe wristwatch served as my only jewelry.
I’d spent weeks planning this outfit, two days in Atlanta acquiring it, and the last hour convincing myself I’d never looked better.
He hiked his wide shoulders, the matter forgotten, then peeled down Haven’s drive, tires spitting up an arc of shell fragments as we zoomed past acre after acre of cane.
Once we’d reached the highway, a seamed and worn-out stretch of old Louisiana road, he said, “You’re so quiet this morning.”
“I had weird dreams last night.” Nightmares. Nothing new there.
Without fail, my good dreams were filled with plants. I’d see ivy and roses growing before my eyes or crops sprouting all around me.
But lately in my nightmares, a crazed redheaded woman with gleaming green eyes used those same plants to . . . hurt people, in grisly ways. When her victims begged for mercy, she would cackle with delight.
She was cloaked and partially hooded, so I couldn’t make out all of her face, but she had pale skin and green ivylike tattoos running down both her cheeks. Her wild red hair was strewn with leaves.
I called her the red witch. “Sorry,” I said with a shiver. “They kind of put me in a funk.”
“Oh.” His demeanor told me he felt way out of his depth. I’d once asked him if he had nightmares, and he’d looked at me blankly, unable to remember one.
That was the thing about Brandon—he was the most happy-go-lucky boy I’d ever met. Though he was built like a bear—or a pro football player—his temperament was more adoring canine than grizzly.
Secretly, I put a lot of store in him, hoping his normal could drag me back from my wasteland-visions brink. Which was why I’d fretted about him finding another girl and breaking up with me while I was locked up at CLC.
Now it seemed like at least one thing was going to work out. Brandon had stayed true to me. With every mile we drove away from Haven, the sun shone brighter and brighter, the fog lifting.
“Well, I know how to put my girl in a good mood.” He gave me his mischievous grin.
I was helpless not to be charmed. “Oh, yeah, big guy? How’s that?”
He pulled off the road under the shade of a pecan tree, tires popping the fallen pecans. After waiting for the dust to pass us, he pressed a button and put down the convertible top. “How fast you wanna go, Eves?”
Few things exhilarated me more than flying down the highway with the top down. For about a nanosecond I considered how to repair the utter loss of my hairstyling—braid a loose fishtail over your shoulder—then told him, “Kick her in the guts.”
He peeled out, the engine purring with power. Hands raised, I threw my head back and yelled, “Faster!”
At each gear, he redlined before shifting, until the car stretched her legs. As houses whizzed past, I laughed with delight.
The months before were a dim memory compared to this—the sun, the wind, Brandon sliding me excited grins. He was right; this was just what I needed.
Leave it to my teddy bear of a football player to make me feel carefree and sane again.
And didn’t that deserve a kiss?
Unbuckling my seat belt, I clambered up on my knees, tugging my dress up a couple of inches so I could lean over to him. I pressed my lips against the smooth-shaven skin of his cheek. “Just what the doctor ordered, Brand.”
“You know it!”
I kissed his broad jaw, then—as my experienced best friend Melissa had instructed—I nuzzled his ear, letting him feel my breath.
“Ah, Evie,” he rasped. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
I was getting an idea. I knew I played with fire, teasing him like this. He’d already been reminding me of a promise I’d made right before I left for deportment school: If we were still going out when I turned sixteen (I was a young junior), I would play my V card. My birthday was next Monday—
“What the hell does that guy want?” he suddenly exclaimed.
I drew my head back from Brandon, saw he was glancing past me. I darted a look back, and my stomach plummeted.
A guy on a motorcycle had pulled up right next to us, keeping pace with the car, checking me out. His helmet had a tinted visor so I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was staring at my ass.
First instinct? Drop my butt in the seat, willing my body to disappear into the upholstery. Second instinct? Stay where I was and glare at the pervert. This was my morning, my laughter, my fast drive in my boyfriend’s luxury sports car.
After a summer spent in a fluorescent hell, I deserved this morning.
When I twisted around to glare over my shoulder, I saw the guy’s helmet had dipped, attention definitely on my ass. Then he slowly raised his head, as if he was raking his gaze over every inch of me.
It felt like hours passed before he reached my eyes. I tugged my hair off my face, and we stared at each other for so long that I wondered when he was going to run off the road.
Then he gave me a curt nod and sped past us, expertly dodging a pothole. Two more motorcycles followed, each carrying two people. They honked and cheered, while Brandon’s face turned as red as his car.
I consoled myself with the knowledge that I’d probably never have to see them again.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
Great Kresley Cole for YA
By hwilson
When I ran out of adult Kresley Cole books I broke down and read Poison Princess. Glad I did. It's got a lot of the typical KC stuff, girls who have great, strong personality who aren't simpering misses. Strong, dominant, masculine boy. I love how KC unfolds the dystopian world she's created and introduces the characters. The attraction between Jack and Evie is evident from the start but it isn't the only thing driving the story. There is a lot of loss and sadness in this story too. I can't help but roll my eyes about teenage Jack's almost supernatural ability to MacGyver his way out of any situation. I have teen boys, they can't MacGyver their way out of a paper bag.
WARNING About the NEXT BOOK (some spoilers follow):
I read some reviews of the next book that the story becomes an unresolved love triangle (with a major cliffhanger at the end) and that the heroine has sex with two different guys and it is told somewhat graphically. I feel like I wouldn't worry too much about the sex stuff for my older son but I'm not sure I would want a 14 year old reading not just graphic sex but sex with more than one partner. I put this here mainly b/c this is the kind of stuff you want to know BEFORE you start reading a series and get invested in the characters. I personally hate love triangles and try to avoid books that I know have them. And I think I would not suggest this series to the younger readers b/c of the sex.
The problem with serial books with a continuing main character, especially if there is a love interest or heaven forbid a love triangle, you have to put a lot of trust in an author. You get books like Divergent that were so fantastic to start and then the crazy WTH final book and ending. You get the happy sappy ones like Twilight. Then you have series like Sookie Stackhouse and look how that turned out. I felt like I wasted years of my life with that series. Kresley Cole is a trusted author so I hope she does right by fans with both the serial aspect of this book and the lurrve triangle. But honestly if I'd known where this was all going before I started reading, I might have passed. Or at least wait a few years until the entire series is finished so I can read them all at once. Because the next worse thing is waiting for a YEAR to resolve a cliffhanger.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful.
Apocalyptic Read
By Jennifer R. Shiels
I just re-read this book and still love it. Evie Evangeline Greene has just returned home from a summer in Atlanta where she had to stay in a mental institution. She's returned to her home in Louisiana and back to school. But the pills and everything else hasn't stopped the hallucinations and voices. At school, there is a group of Cajun kids that have started at her school and Jack Deveaux is like their leader. Evie grew up understanding Cajun and Jack watches her every move and he's fascinated by her. An apocalyptic event happens and everything changes. Most of the people in this new world are part of this "game" and they are named after the Major Arcana of Tarot cards.
Evie's mother sent her to the mental institution after she found her journal depicting all the terrible hallucinations. She's kept Evie and her mother apart since she was 8 years old and her mother tried to kidnap her and tried to teach her everything that she knew. Evie finds out that many of her terrible hallucinations have happened. But she keeps seeing a Red Witch who kills so many people. She starts meeting other kids and hearing their voices in her head. After the apocalypse has happened, her mother is pretty depressed because she didn't believe her own mother and had her sent away then she is attacked by some bagmen and she doesn't get better. Jack comes back for Evie and meets her mother and her mother sets it up so Evie will go with Jack. He's doing everything he can to get her to her Grandmother but the world has completely changed and there are so many terrible people left. And there aren't many women/girls around. Evie has such power but she doesn't want to become the Empress and hurt others.
Jack had a pretty rough childhood and he did alot of things to protect his own mother and the people he cares about. His past and life has prepared him for what is to come and he's smart and resourceful. Evie was beautiful and he knew there was so much more to her than how she appeared. He's seen and experienced so many terrible things but it's only made him better and prepared. He's moody and says some terrible things to Evie in their time together but I think alot of that is because he cares about her and is trying to fight it.
Definitely worth reading.
7 of 7 people found the following review helpful.
Dark, Sexy, and Addicting.
By Seirra Poirier
Poison Princess is stunning, fresh, and spectacular. Only a select few books over the last few years can compare to the level of entertainment this novel holds. Cole takes an already interesting--barely explored--idea and transforms it into an exceptionally gripping concept. I keep asking myself where was Kresley Cole hiding in my TBR pile, and why didn't I find her books a lot sooner? What really amazes me about Poison Princess is my gradual reaction and how I went from kind of liking it to absolutely riveted by each word. I haven't gotten this excited for a series in awhile, and The Arcana Chronicles has me amped up for more.
Poison Princess is a composition of fantasy, romance, and dystopia. It swiftly annihilates most of the YA books I've read because it fulfills many of my reading expectations. In the course of about 400 pages it has a lot of much-needed character development, loads of action, a dosage of romance, a multitude of plot twists, and a bunch of mysterious characters. The list goes on and on in the pros column. Cole takes an approach that's never been seen before in conjunction with older teens possessing abilities because there's much more to it than that. There is an large supply of history and importance tagged along with the fantasy aspects that help you understand the world better. Repeatedly I remain blasé with the YA genre not because of the writing but because authors choose to reuse the same ideas. It gets to a point where I feel like I've read that story a thousand times before, meanwhile there are some who take risks and write about different topics that aren't vampires, werewolves and other common subjects. I look up to those authors so much because of their imagination and creativity. It goes to show that originality isn't dead and passion for new ideas is still out there. Poison Princess gets away from that and wanders into the dark and twisted world Cole imagined--and it's magnificent.
Evangeline "Evie" Greene has popularity, beauty, wealth, a flawless boyfriend, and everything she could ever want. If not for her vivid hallucinations and nightmares everything would be perfect--but it isn't. After fighting her crazy visions and returning to high school from break she's determined to be a normal teenage girl living her glamorous life, that is until a Cajun boy enrolls at her school. Jackson Deveaux is all around bad news - his vehicle of choice? A motorcycle. His way of communicating? Not very polite. Jack's reputation? Extremely bad. Even though he sets Evie off she can't stay away from him, but before she can understand her feelings for Jack her entire world goes straight to hell. Those horrifying visions she tried to block out has finally come to life leaving most of the world dead and gone. It almost seems like a miracle when Evie discovers Jackson survived and that he wants to protect her and help her get the answers she's desperately in search of, but with Evie's prophetic sight comes a shocking discovery she needs to hide from him, and everyone else. The world ending as everyone knows it is only the beginning.
At times Evie did get on my nerves in the beginning because she acted preppy, pampered, and shallow. I did a lot of mental screaming and cursing, and then when things start getting intense and the reader more engrossed she breaks away from that behavior. It was the biggest relief and led to me completely being able to enjoy the story the way it was meant to. She really does change and becomes someone respectable. Jackson on the other-hand didn't have a lot of growth going on but it worked, I liked him fine just the way he was: tough as nails, tremendously hot, and an alpha male type. Though he did have his moments where he deserved to be slapped, I enjoyed his and Evie's complicated relationship. They really don't get on in the beginning and when everything falls apart they are stuck relying on each other and that forms a camaraderie. Then there's Evie's unpredictable abilities that are growing more unstable, and half of the time she feels like she's loosing it and it adds a million layers of depth to her actions. I loved seeing the struggle between being normal and being something else. Although I found a few sections to be confusing, by the end the confusion clears up and it all starts to make sense when it comes to a point. Don't let that slow you down because it's explained later. The other characters have their own special talents and how they all fit together in the grand scheme of things is brilliant.
Poison Princess is an endless thrill, full of deceit, and excitement. It spirals into a dark, sexy, and addicting read. There are powerful allies, many secrets, concealed enemies, and a wickedly insane ending. If you aren't one for cliffhangers you need to have the sequel at the ready because you will want--no--need it! The Arcana Chronicles is cleverly written, craftily plotted, and a rare treat. Recommended for mature young adults for violence, mild language, and some adult content.
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