Friday, March 25, 2011


By: Lili St. Crow
Published By : Penguin
Released : Available Now
Details : Paperback , 296 Pages


Book Blurb : Taken From Goodreads

She’s no angel . . .
Poor Dru Anderson. Her parents are long gone, her best friend is a werewolf, and she’s just learned that the blood flowing through her veins isn’t entirely human. (So what else is new?)

Now Dru is stuck at a secret New England School for other teens like her, and there’s a big problem— she’s the only girl in the place. A school full of cute boys wouldn’t be so bad, but Dru’s killer instinct says that one of them wants her dead. And with all eyes on her, discovering a traitor within the Order could mean a lot more than social suicide. . .

Can Dru survive long enough to find out who has betrayed her trust—and maybe even her heart?


I am really enjoying the ‘Strange Angels’ series. Lili St. Crow has me addicted.

Graves and Dru have been hand delivered, for her protection, to the Schola, a training academy for Wulfen and Djamphir. Dru must learn what she needs to survive against Sergej and his minions. Christophe personally organised the transfer, he needs Dru to be kept safe and educated until she ‘blooms’. They had to decide to trust somebody else, there were too many unanswered questions. Where Dru goes, Graves goes. Graves and Dru have a very solid, loyal to the core, friendship.

They will both discover, betrayal and violence are heading their way and staying alive is just as hard as out on the streets. There is a traitor amongst them. But, who is it?

Graves is really growing as a character and I am enjoying where Lili is taking us with him. He is really coming into his own. There is very little of the baby faced gothic boy in him left. He is manning up in a big way and I likey:D The loup-garou is showing love triangle potential. The Schola is changing Graves and Dru is trying to keep up. I love their feelings for each other that can at times be quite awkward for them to express.

New characters come into play. I love Dibs, Shanks and Dylan . Poor Ash.....

Dru is starting to feel the effects of who she is and it’s making her thirsty. I love it when Dru throws a wobbly . I don’t blame her, I’d want some answers too.

Christophe is gorgeous in this book with all his smexi language he uses on Dru. He is mysterious, mocking, puzzling and throw in a little knight in shining armour. I love how he calls her ‘little bird’. The boathouse scene was a fave scene of mine and the tub scene with Graves. I was triangle coming our way..oh the decisions to be made. Even I am having trouble deciding who is on my T-shirt. I think it’s Christophe, but Lili keeps writing Graves better and better.

Lili has the story continually moving in this series. She likes to drop bomb shells on the reader and she drops a good one in this book. Dru is always running or on the move, and this book is no exception. When will it be safe for her to live and not have to look over her shoulder?  I have read ‘Jealousy’ and life gets even more dangerous for Dru and Graves. I would suggest if you haven’t read this series to have the books all ready to read one after the other. The story only gets better.

Christophe’s words translated to English...roughly!!!!

moj maly ptaszku - my little bird

moj ptaszku - my bird

moja ksiezniczko - my princess

Ksiezniczka - Princess

malutka - little girl; little one

moj boze - my God

dziekuje - thank you

kochana - beloved; (my) love

milna - a very grown up/seductive way of saying 'sweetie'

skowroneczko moja - my pretty; my beauty


“No offense, but you like to pick fights too much. And I hate having a chick see me get my ass handed to me. It’s a guy thing.”

“So you’re a dom, huh? Nice .” I stabbed my pancakes again.


“You’re the one who ties people up, babe. “

“Doesn’t it bother you? That I ....well, that I wanted to ....suck his blood?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. The silver earring winked mischievously at me, catching a stray gleam of sun. “Nah. You wouldn’t, you’d have stopped yourself.”

I wasn’t so sure, and I opened my mouth to tell him so.

“Besides,” he said, flipping open the first huge leather-bound book with a thump, “it’s kind of hot.” A smile hovered around the corners of his mouth , fighting to stay hidden.

What? I stared at him for a few seconds. My jaw had officially dropped. “ You’re insane.”

“Pot calling kettle, anyone? Start reading.”

His fingers came down, wrapped around my wrist. The knife lifted, and he held it with the point just over the left side of his chest. “There. There’s the spot. Between those two ribs and twist, if you can. Don’t hesitate, Dru. If you honestly think I’m a danger to you, push the knife in. I’ll help.”

I tried to look dangerous. I probably only succeeded in looking thoughtful. Or constipated.

“If I need a reason now, Dru , it will have to be you.”

“Yeah . He’s a dipshit, but I like him.”

“Not that much of a dipshit if you like him that much,” he muttered, but I could tell he was smiling.


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