Genre: Young Adult (Paranormal/Fantasy Romance/Science Fiction)
Date Published: October 8, 2019
Publisher: Tor Teen
When Evelyn Dasher crossed paths with Luc, she was thrown headfirst into the world of the Lux—only to discover that she was already far more involved in their world than she ever suspected.
Because the Luxen aren’t the only ones with a hidden past. There’s a gap in Evie’s memory, lost months of her life and a lingering sense that something happened, something she can’t remember and nobody is willing to tell her. She needs to find out the truth about who she is—and who she was. But every answer she finds only brings up more questions.
Her search for the truth brings her ever closer to Luc, the Origin at the center of it all. He’s powerful, arrogant, inhumanly beautiful, extremely dangerous…and possibly in love with her. But even as Evie falls for him, she can’t help but wonder if his attraction is to her, or to the memory of a girl who no longer exists.
And all the while, a new threat looms: reports of a flu-like, fatal virus that the government insists is being spread by Luxen. A horrifying illness that changes whoever it touches, spreading panic across a country already at its breaking point.
#1 New York Times, USA Today, and internationally bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout returns to the world of the Lux with this steamy, shocking second installment of the Origin series that will leave readers reeling.
The Burning Shadow is the second book in the Origin series by Jennifer L. Armentrout. We find out so much juicy stuff about Evie within this book, I don't even know where to start. There was more down time in this book over the first one, but when things were happening, it was pure craziness. You really have to read these books in order, and preferably one right after the other so as not to forget the details. There is so much in the details! I'm so anxious to get my hands on the next book in this series!
“Just put it in your mouth already.”
Blinking rapidly, I lifted my gaze from the steaming bowl of tomato soup to where my mom stood.
That was a string of words I sort of never wanted to hear come out of her mouth ever again.
Her blonde hair was smoothed back into a short, neat ponytail and her white blouse was impressively wrinkle free. She wasn’t so much staring as she was glaring from where she stood on the other side of the island.
“Well,” came the deep voice from beside me. “Now I feel super uncomfortable.”
The woman I’d believed to be my birth mother up until a few days ago appeared remarkably calm despite the fact that the dining room was still in shambles from the epic death match that had taken place less than twenty-four hours ago. This woman did not tolerate disorganization of any kind. However, the taut corners of her lips told me she was seconds from becoming Colonel Sylvia Dasher and it had nothing to do with the broken dining table or the shattered window upstairs.
“You wanted grilled cheese and tomato soup,” she said, punctuating each food item as if they were a newly discovered disease. “I made it for you, and all you’ve done is sit and stare at them.”
That was true.
“I was thinking.” There was an elaborate pause. “That getting you to make me grilled cheese and tomato soup was too easy.”
She smiled tightly, but it didn’t reach her eyes—eyes that were brown only because she wore specially designed contacts that blocked the Retinal Alien Check—RAC—drones. Her real eyes were a vibrant blue. I’d only seen them once. “Are you worried that the soup is poisoned?”
Blinking rapidly, I lifted my gaze from the steaming bowl of tomato soup to where my mom stood.
That was a string of words I sort of never wanted to hear come out of her mouth ever again.
Her blonde hair was smoothed back into a short, neat ponytail and her white blouse was impressively wrinkle free. She wasn’t so much staring as she was glaring from where she stood on the other side of the island.
“Well,” came the deep voice from beside me. “Now I feel super uncomfortable.”
The woman I’d believed to be my birth mother up until a few days ago appeared remarkably calm despite the fact that the dining room was still in shambles from the epic death match that had taken place less than twenty-four hours ago. This woman did not tolerate disorganization of any kind. However, the taut corners of her lips told me she was seconds from becoming Colonel Sylvia Dasher and it had nothing to do with the broken dining table or the shattered window upstairs.
“You wanted grilled cheese and tomato soup,” she said, punctuating each food item as if they were a newly discovered disease. “I made it for you, and all you’ve done is sit and stare at them.”
That was true.
“I was thinking.” There was an elaborate pause. “That getting you to make me grilled cheese and tomato soup was too easy.”
She smiled tightly, but it didn’t reach her eyes—eyes that were brown only because she wore specially designed contacts that blocked the Retinal Alien Check—RAC—drones. Her real eyes were a vibrant blue. I’d only seen them once. “Are you worried that the soup is poisoned?”
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