Spirit World by Krystalyn Drown
Publisher: Entrance Publishing
Genre: Young Adult, Blush, Paranormal Romance
Length: 225 pages
All Riesa Adair wants is a normal life. With the end of high school only months away and an outstanding GPA to bolster her college plans, that doesn’t seem like too much to ask. Unfortunately, the voices screaming in her head keep getting in the way. Somewhere between her summer in a mental institution, and her stepfather’s attempt at an exorcism, she’s learned to keep quiet about her situation. But, pretending to be normal hasn’t prevented the spirit world from taking notice of her. Both sides of an ever-present war have focused in on her. Now she’ll need all the help she can get to escape a powerful spirit threatening to fulfill a prophecy that endangers the entire human world.
Spirit World by Krystalyn Drown is an interesting look into a world that we as humans think does not exist. Krystalyn Drown does a wonderful job taking us into her fantasy world.
Riesa is a strange character that had me trying to place her within her role throughout the first 3 chapters of this book, then when I finally understood where Ms. Drown was taking us with her role I was able to understand this heroine better. Her intensity draws you in; her heart keeps you staying till the last page is turned.
Connor is literally the boy next door. He comes on the scene to quietly for me at first, his insecurities showing. I did enjoy that Ms. Drown added a small bite to his character so he was not too much of a pushover when facing off with Riesa. He hit the target, he was aiming for.
Conner and Riesa’s relationship started out as friends, even though from the first chapter, I read more of them as a couple which I have to say trough me a bit. I still did not get what I wanted out of Conner’s character which was his reaction to what and who Riesa really was. Will we get another book related to this one, Ms. Drown? I fell like the battle has just begun for Riesa and the others.
The secondary characters helped make the hero and heroine strong, and gave strength to the plot line even though I give the hero portion of this book to Garrett. He was for me the one who deserved the title. He commands attention, unlike Connor.
Wow, first off let me say that, Krystalyn Drown’s Spirit World just blew me away. What an amazing introduction to a fabulous new author. Her character’s are engaging, her plot line strong all I can say is I wanted more!
Rated 5 Stilettos and a Recommended Read if applicable by Deb!
REISA….” THE WOMAN’S VOICE scratched like sandpaper against my brain. I gripped the edges of my desk until pain burned through my knuckles. Tight and tighter still.
I didn’t question who she was, or why no one else ever heard her. I didn’t think about what she wanted or how she knew my name. I didn’t think at all because of the nameless panic shooting through my body and setting my hairs on end.
Enough! I closed my eyes and ordered my muscles to relax. With a deep, calming breath, I tuned out my teacher’s droning voice and emptied my mind like the long haired lady in the institution had taught me so many years ago. She’d never believed the voices were real, but her methods sometimes worked.
I imagined a wall forming in my mind, shutting off all communication from the woman, or alien invader, or whatever she was. As the wall slid into place, silence fell, both in and outside of my mind. I exhaled in relief. When I refocused on the classroom, I saw why everything had gone silent.
Ms. Reinhardt stood at the front, drumming her acrylics on her neat-as-a-pin desk. “Riesa, I’m waiting for an answer.”
I became acutely aware of how I sat hunched over my desk, fingers gripping it like it could sprout wings and fly away. Twenty-three pairs of eyes stared at me, all watching to see what I would do. Reinhart never missed an opportunity to put distracted or insolent students in their place, especially me. My reputation from middle school had trickled down to her ears, and even though it had been three and a half years since then, she seemed determined to crack down on me. But she didn’t know about the voices, ghosts, or whatever they were that made me the star of my own personal sci-fi movie. No, I’d started lying about them long ago.
Ignoring the other students, I straightened my shoulders and met my teacher’s gaze. I couldn’t afford to get in trouble again, not in her class. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear the question.”
“Why is the iambic pentameter in the second line broken?” Reinhart emphasized each word like she was repeating herself for the fifteenth time.
“Riesa!” The voice crashed through the wall. Loud and booming. The wall disintegrated. “Listen to me!”
I didn’t respond to either one of them. My head felt like it was cracking open.
Reinhart turned to the class with an unpleasant smirk that reached all the way up to her overly large, owl glasses. “Hmm. I think someone needs to pay a little more attention to my lectures.”
“Listen to me,” the voice repeated. “I have something important to tell you.”
“I . . . no,” I sputtered. “I don’t want to hear it.”
Reinhart maneuvered to my desk, so close that I could smell the cafeteria nachos she had eaten for lunch. “Well, if you value your grades, you will hear it.”
“If you value your life, you will hear it. Now!”
I felt a tug at my back, like I was one of those dolls with a pull string. Blackness crept into the edges of my vision; everything darkened to a narrow tunnel. I gripped my desk even tighter and held on for dear life.
What the hell? When did they learn to do that? I fought to put the wall back in place, but my mind felt brittle, fractured. Images flashed through my head of my teacher, my classroom, everyone watching me as I did my best to appear normal, while I fell apart inside.
“Stop it,” I said somewhere between a whisper and a cry. I could feel the cracks rushing to the surface, splintering and fracturing my carefully constructed facade until I felt certain my entire body would crumble into dust. “Just stop it!”
“Ms. Adair, you will control yourself!”
“I can’t stop it. We are your future!”
NO! I pounded my fist on my desk. What gave them the right to do this? Why me? Why didn’t they go pick on somebody else and … “Leave me the hell alone!”
With her eyes locked on me, Reinhart returned to the front of the class and snatched up a pink slip of paper from her desk. I sank into my seat as she scrawled my name across the top. The rest of the class let out a collective sigh, thankful they hadn’t been the ones to get on Reinhart’s bad side today. Some of them even gave me a thumbs up for blurting out the unspoken sentiment of everyone in her class. I didn’t allow myself to feel relieved though, because even though the voice had withdrawn, I now had a bigger problem to face.
Dick was going to kill me when I got home.
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