Blue Moon
Blue Moon
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St. Martin's Press
Just the Series: Immortals Vol. 2   

Series and Publisher: Immortals   

Annotation: Eager to learn everything she can about her new abilities as an Immortal, Ever turns to her beloved Damen to show her the way, but just as her powers are increasing, his are in decline, and as she searches for a way to save him, she finds herself with a wrenching choice to make.
Genre: [Fantasy fiction]
 
Reviews: 3
Catalog Number: #4806829
Format: Paperback
Copyright Date: 2009
Edition Date: 2009 Release Date: 07/07/09
Pages: 289 pages
ISBN: 0-312-53276-8
ISBN 13: 978-0-312-53276-5
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2009010679
Dimensions: 21 cm.
Language: English
Reviews:
Starred Review for Publishers Weekly (Thu Apr 28 00:00:00 CDT 2022)

Noël's sequel to the bestselling <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">Evermore is a mesmerizing tale of teenage angst, love and sacrifice with plenty of crossover appeal. Still learning to control her powers as an Immortal, teenage Ever Bloom is as in love with the Immortal Damen as he is with her—until he dumps her just before the long-awaited night when they plan to sleep together for the first time. Unable to get over the loss, Ever soon finds herself ostracized by friends and scorned by her beloved. Not only is Damen barely able to remember their relationship, but he is becoming weaker as well. Only the new guy in school, the mysterious Roman, seems intent on obtaining her trust. Ever knows something strange is to blame and that only she can save Damen. But in her quest for the cure, Ever is confronted with a choice to change the past or save Damen in the present. The startling but satisfying ending shows that Noël knows how to keep her audience hooked. Ever's supernatural struggles are a captivating metaphor for teenage fears about love, relationships and growing up. Ages 12–17. <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">(July)

ALA Booklist (Wed Jul 01 00:00:00 CDT 2009)

This second volume in the Immortals series sustains the pace, humor, romance, and postmodern tone of the supernatural gothic world introduced in Evermore (2008). Recently immortalized 16-year-old Ever's relationship with her 600-year-old boyfriend, Damen, is brought to a screeching halt by the arrival of Roman, a bad boy from the past who puts the entire high school under his apparently benign but, of course, truly evil spell. Ever works out how to undo Roman's work, but not well enough to bring the series to a premature end. Readers will eagerly look forward to Noël's next dose of elixir.

Voice of Youth Advocates

Picking up three weeks after the conclusion of Evermore (St. MartinÆs, 2009/VOYA February 2009), this second book in The Immortals series finds Ever trying to adjust to her new immortality and excited about spending eternity with the love of her life, Damen. When Damen mysteriously becomes ill, Ever has the sneaking suspicion that it is somehow related to the arrival of Roman, a handsome stranger who has a magnetism that attracts everyone in school. Ever is desperate to figure out what is happening and help save Damen. She travels to Summerland in search of answers and gets guidance along the way from a strange set of twins and psychic Ava for help in making an antidote and the red juice that the immortals are reliant upon for sustenance. Impulsive and repeatedly misplacing her trust, Ever seems to make each situation more complicated despite trying to make things better. The origins of the immortals is explained while Ever learns more about her encounters with Damen and her deaths over the years. Although several things are revealed toward the end of the book, there are many new twists, with resolutions that are left for future volumes. Readers who got hooked by the first book will be excited for this next series installment.ùErin Wyatt.

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Word Count: 82,088
Reading Level: 6.5
Interest Level: 9-12
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 6.5 / points: 14.0 / quiz: 132190 / grade: Upper Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:9.4 / points:20.0 / quiz:Q47949
Lexile: 1050L
Guided Reading Level: Z+
Fountas & Pinnell: Z+

one
“Close your eyes and picture it. Can you see it?”
I nod, eyes closed.
“Imagine it right there before you. See its texture, shape, and color—got it?”
I smile, holding the image in my head.
“Good. Now reach out and touch it. Feel its contours with the tips of your fingers, cradle its weight in the palms of your hands, then combine all of your senses—sight, touch, smell, taste—can you taste it?”
I bite my lip and suppress a giggle.
“Perfect. Now combine that with feeling. Believe it exists right before you. Feel it, see it, touch it, taste it, accept it, manifest it!” he says.
So I do. I do all of those things. And when he groans, I open my eyes to see for myself.
“Ever.” He shakes his head. “You were supposed to think of an orange. This isn’t even close.”
“Nope, nothing fruity about him.” I laugh, smiling at each of my Damens—the replica I manifested before me, and the flesh and blood version beside me. Both of them equally tall, dark, and so devastatingly handsome they hardly seem real.
“What am I going to do with you?” the real Damen asks, attempting a disapproving gaze but failing miserably. His eyes always betray him, showing nothing but love.
“Hmmm...” I glance between my two boyfriends—one real, one conjured. “I guess you could just go ahead and kiss me. Or, if you’re too busy, I’ll ask him to stand in, I don’t think he’d mind.” I motion toward manifest Damen, laughing when he smiles and winks at me even though his edges are fading and soon he’ll be gone.
But the real Damen doesn’t laugh. He just shakes his head and says, “Ever, please. You need to be serious. There’s so much to teach you.”
“What’s the rush?” I fluff my pillow and pat the space right beside me, hoping he’ll move away from my desk and come join me. “I thought we had nothing but time?” I smile. And when he looks at me, my whole body grows warm and my breath halts in my throat, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever get used to his amazing beauty—his smooth olive skin, brown shiny hair, perfect face, and lean sculpted body—the perfect dark yin to my pale blond yang. “I think you’ll find me a very eager student,” I say, my eyes meeting his—two dark wells of unfathomable depths.
“You’re insatiable,” he whispers, shaking his head and moving beside me, as drawn to me as I am to him.
“Just trying to make up for lost time,” I murmur, always so eager for these moments, the times when it’s just us, and I don’t have to share him with anyone else. Even knowing we have all of eternity laid out before us doesn’t make me any less greedy.
He leans in to kiss me, forgoing our lesson. All thoughts of manifesting, remote viewing, telepathy—all of that psychic business replaced by something far more immediate, as he pushes me back against a pile of pillows and covers my body with his, the two of us merging like crumbled vines seeking the sun.
His fingers snake under my top, sliding along my stomach to the edge of my bra as I close my eyes and whisper, “I love you.” Words I once kept to myself. But after saying it the first time, I’ve barely said anything else.
Hearing his soft muffled groan as he releases the clasp on my bra, so effortlessly, so perfectly, nothing awkward or fumbling about it.
Every move he makes is so graceful, so perfect, so—
Maybe too perfect.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, as I push him away. His breath coming in short shallow gasps as his eyes seek mine, their surrounding skin tense and constricted in the way I’ve grown used to.
“Nothing’s wrong.” I turn my back and adjust my top, glad I completed the lesson on shielding my thoughts since it’s the only thing that allows me to lie.
He sighs and moves away, denying me the tingle of his touch and the heat of his gaze as he paces before me. And when he finally stops and faces me, I press my lips together, knowing what’s next. We’ve been here before.
“Ever, I’m not trying to rush you or anything. Really, I’m not,” he says, his face creased with concern. “But at some point you’re going to have to get over this and accept who I am. I can manifest anything you desire, send telepathic thoughts and images whenever we’re apart, whisk you away to Summerland at a moment’s notice. But the one thing I can’t ever do is change the past. It just is.”
I stare at the floor, feeling small, needy, and completely ashamed. Hating that I’m so incapable of hiding my jealousies and insecurities, hating that they’re so transparent and clearly displayed. Because no matter what sort of psychic shield I create, it’s no use. He’s had six hundred years to study human behavior (to study my behavior), versus my sixteen.
“Just—just give me a little more time to get used to all this,” I say, picking at a frayed seam on my pillowcase. “It’s only been a few weeks.” I shrug, remembering how I killed his ex-wife, told him I loved him, and sealed my immortal fate, less than three weeks ago.
He looks at me, his lips pressed together, his eyes tinged with doubt. And even though we’re merely a few feet apart, the space that divides us is so heavy and fraught—it feels like an ocean.
“I’m referring to this lifetime,” I say, my voice quickening, rising, hoping to fill up the void and lighten the mood. “And since I can’t recall any of the others, it’s all I have. I just need a little more time, okay?” I smile nervously, my lips feeling clumsy and loose as I hold them in place, exhaling in relief when he sits down beside me, lifts his fingers to my forehead, and seeks the space where my scar used to be.
“Well, that’s one thing we’ll never run out of.” He sighs, trailing his fingers along the curve of my jaw as he leans in to kiss me, his lips making a series of stops from my forehead, to my nose, to my mouth.
And just when I think he’s about to kiss me again, he squeezes my hand and moves away. Heading straight for the door and leaving a beautiful red tulip behind in his place.
Excerpted from Blue Moon by Alyson Noël.
Copyright © 2009 by Alyson Noël.
Published in July 2009 by St. Martin’s Griffin.
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Excerpted from Blue Moon by Alyson Noël
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Alyson's Noël's bestselling Immortals series has been hailed as "addictive" "beautiful" "haunting" and "mesmerizing." In the second installment, Blue Moon , Ever can bring her family back from the dead--but only if she's willing to sacrifice the guy she loves more than life itself. Just as Ever is learning everything she can about her new abilities as an immortal, initiated into the dark, seductive world by her beloved Damen, something terrible is happening to him. As Ever's powers are increasing, Damen's are fading--stricken by a mysterious illness that threatens his memory, his identity, his life. Desperate to save him, Ever travels to the mystical dimension of Summerland, uncovering not only the secrets of Damen's past--the brutal, tortured history he hoped to keep hidden--but also an ancient text revealing the workings of time. With the approaching blue moon heralding her only window for travel, Ever is forced to decide between turning back the clock and saving her family from the accident that claimed them--or staying in the present and saving Damen, who grows weaker each day...


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