*She wasn’t meant to survive. He wasn’t meant to save her. Now, they are determined to correct his mistake. *
I really enjoyed Khaya's character; she seemed a little naive at times and was way too trusting of people but I liked her. I think she redeemed herself by the end of the book. It's always good when a character that is viewed as weak turns around and kicks butt in the end. She was a force to be reckoned with. Of course, I loved Derrin, how could you not? He was willing to give everything up for the girl he loved. *Swoon* I did not like Brier, he was a jerk and also very naive. It was almost sad at the end for him...almost.
Some parts I saw coming a mile away and some parts were a total shock. There were quite the plot twists in this lovely book. The ending left me with my mouth hanging open and wanting to read more. This was a truly delightful book and I hope there are more to come for Khaya and Derrin.
Khaya works at your not so ordinary library. The company employs people with special abilities, Khaya has the ability to see future events. When she discovers she has a second ability everything changes. Having two abilities has one inevitable outcome: madness. Or, so they say. Khaya will have to fight to prove them wrong. Only trouble is, angels want her dead, too. Those she thought she could trust are now scheming against her. The mysterious stranger, Derrin is the only person she comes to trust. He saved her when she should have died. Living in oblivious bliss, she doesn’t even know he exists. Until she is fighting for her life and he is the only one who can help her. Now they are both on the run from angels that want them both dead. How far will they go to protect each other?
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Tania Johansson
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Synopsis:
Published May 28th 2014
Now, on the run from the Company's agents while trying to prove her sanity, Khaya realises they are not the only ones she should fear. Angels are working towards her demise as well.
The question that haunts her is this: What did she do that was terrible enough to elicit the wrath of angels? And can she trust the mysterious Derrin, or is he the cause of all her tribulations?
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Excerpt from the book:
1.
“Argh! Stupid typewriter,” Leena said from somewhere behind a bookcase.
They only had two of these machines – and they were the only two in the province – but to Khaya it seemed they were more trouble than they were worth. Every day one of the two had some fault or another, which then took so long to repair that it was hardly worth the time you saved by using the blasted thing in the first place.
Boredom drove Khaya to take a look. “Stopped working again?”
“Let’s see, it’s about midday, so yes it is exactly on time,” Leena said as she smacked it on the side. “One of the keys is stuck again, but this time I can’t get it to come up and now it’s not working at all.”
“Do you want me to take a look?”
Leena swept her hand sideways as if to say, ‘Be my guest.’
Without much idea of what she was going to do, Khaya took Leena’s seat at the desk. After plucking in vain at the offending key, she turned the metal monstrosity over, but soon saw that the various parts were screwed together. “I’ll need a screwdriver,” Khaya said.
Leena rolled her eyes and stomped away. Khaya righted the contraption. It was a strange looking thing. It reminded her of a pincushion with all the metal keys sticking up from a central ball. This sort of silly machine would never become popular. She was certain of that.
A glint caught her eye. She had been staring at the machine without really looking. For a second, she thought she’d seen right inside it. A frown knitted her brows as she peered at it. Somehow, without physically seeing it, she saw what the problem was. The key that was stuck was blocking another mechanism. She had no idea what this mechanism did, but she knew with absolute certainty that it was the cause of the problem. If she could only twist it, just so.
There was a click and the key sprung up.
“What did you do?” Leena asked, screwdriver in hand and giving Khaya a dubious look.
“I think I fixed it.”
2.
Khaya rushed down the stairs of the library. Suddenly, she wanted to be as far away from there as she could. She wasn’t fooling herself. They weren’t going to find a cure. They were keeping her in that basement under observation. At the first sign of madness, they would kill her. She was sure of it.
Welcome fresh air greeted her as she pulled the door open. A hand gripped her arm, making her shriek. Another hand slammed over her mouth. She began to struggle. “Shh! It’s me, Khaya. It’s Merrit. I’m going to let go of you, so please don’t scream.”
He released her and she swung around to face him. “What do you think you’re doing, scaring me like that?”
“Sorry. We can’t be seen speaking. Follow me.” He walked a few steps before turning to find she wasn’t following. “Come on! Please.”
He led her into a deserted alley, deep shadows making it hard to see. “What is this about, Merrit?”
“You know very well what this is about. They know you told me about your second ability and they are out to get me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. They simply want to keep this matter quiet.”
“Yes, and do you know the best way to keep something quiet? By making sure as few people as possible know the secret.”
“You are being unreasonable.”
“They're having me followed. My every move.”
She looked around with exaggerated motions. “Oh? So, where are these stalkers now?”
“I managed to give them the slip. I don’t think they realised that I knew I was being followed. This is beside the point, anyway.”
“What is the point?”
“I am going to get away from here. As far as I can get as quickly as I can.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I’ve heard things. I’ve heard that it’s only a matter of time before they terminate you.”
She jolted to attention. “You heard that too?”
He nodded. “Can you believe that’s what they call it? Like you're some sort of animal.”
“I still don’t know why you are telling me all this.”
“Come with me?” he said, placing a hand on her arm.
“Run away?” she asked, incredulous.
“I haven’t been working at the Company for long,” he said, “but I think their main objective is to stay anonymous. At any cost. They like to give the impression that they take care of us, but it's all about control.
“If you stay here, they will kill you. Why do you think they want to keep all this so quiet? I’m planning to go at midnight. Think about it. I’ll be at the cobbler’s. I hope I’ll see you there.”
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