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Forbidden Feast: Book Three of the Eternal Dead Series (Eternal Dead, 3, Band 3) - Softcover

Buch 3 von 3: The Eternal Dead Series

Sterling, Joelle

 
9781593094935: Forbidden Feast: Book Three of the Eternal Dead Series (Eternal Dead, 3, Band 3)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 1593094930 ISBN 13: 9781593094935
Verlag: Strebor, 2013

Inhaltsangabe

Bestselling author Joelle Sterling concludes her vampire trilogy as a young woman must decide between love and saving her world.

In the town of Frombleton, government and law enforcement are run by vampires, and humans can’t get justice—particularly after the sun goes down.

Holland Manning has been studying witchcraft at the elite Stoneham Academy. Having reached the rare pinnacle of Witch of the First Order, Holland is the only human who has the power to thwart the vampires’ heinous designs. She alone can save the town’s residents.

While devising a plan to overthrow the vampire regime, Holland is appalled to discover that another threat to humans has found its way to Frombleton: a growing band of ravenous zombies are prowling the streets, devouring the vampire’s food source and challenging their seat of power. And to Holland’s horror, at the helm of the marauding flesh eaters is the recently returned love of her life, Jonas!

No matter who wins, the human race is doomed unless Holland can make the arduous decision to choose victory over love.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Joelle Sterling is the author of the Eternal Dead series, which includes Midnight Cravings, The Dark Hunger, and Forbidden Feast. She lives in Philadelphia.

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Forbidden Feast CHAPTER 1
Holland Manning peered at the screen of her phone, wishing Jonas would contact her. Disheartened, she tossed the phone in her purse and sighed as she observed the swarm of students that clogged the school’s corridors. Getting through her first day back at Frombleton High wasn’t going to be easy. For the first time in her life, Holland wanted to go unnoticed. But, as luck would have it, kids were staring at her, as if she were an exchange student from another planet.

Unfortunately, Holland had to squeeze through a crowd of gawking, smart-mouthed boys as she searched for her locker.

“Check out Holland Manning? When did she get hot?” a giggling sophomore asked in a voice loud enough for Holland to hear.

“I hear Botox works wonders . . . or maybe she got a nose job! Whatever she had done is totally working,” replied another obnoxious boy.

Holland’s face flushed with embarrassment as she navigated through the mob of students. When she finally located her locker, she spotted Chaela Vasquez from the corner of her eye. Chaela was flanked by Paige Holbrook and Elle Schmidt, and Holland’s heart sank as the three cheerleaders glided in her direction. She simply didn’t have the emotional strength to exchange insults with Chaela and her two snotty friends. Hoping the girls would pass her by without any catty comments, Holland avoided their gazes and pretended to be engrossed in opening her combination lock.

“Look who’s back in town,” Elle said with undisguised disdain.

“And she’s all glammed up with a new hairdo,” Paige added snidely.

“She tried to steal Jarrett, and now she probably wants to sink her claws into Chaela’s new boyfriend.” Elle spoke in a high volume, designed to pique the curiosity of the other students that meandered through the halls.

A small crowd began to gather, and Holland felt compelled to stand up for herself. Whirling around, she faced the three mean girls. Elle and Paige glared at her, while Chaela looked downward, unwilling to meet Holland’s gaze.

“Chaela!” Holland said sharply, forcing Chaela to glance up and look her in the eye. “I never tried to steal Jarrett from you. He lied and told me that you two broke up,” Holland explained.

“It doesn’t matter; it’s cool,” Chaela mumbled and anxiously chewed on a fingernail.

“No, it’s not cool,” Paige disagreed, her face twisted in repugnance. “You caught her cheating with Jarrett and you’re gonna let her get away with it?”

Grinning and jeering, a few overly zealous students began to chant, “Girl fight! Girl fight!”

“I don’t have a problem with Holland. Jarrett’s the past, and I’ve moved on,” Chaela explained, sounding uncharacteristically reasonable. She glanced at Holland. “Listen, you can have Jarrett if you want; he’s all yours.”

“No thanks; I have a boyfriend,” Holland replied calmly.

Unlike her typical, confident self, Chaela seemed frazzled and her eyes shifted around anxiously. Holland also noticed that Chaela didn’t look as polished or as put together as usual. There were dark circles around her eyes, like she hadn’t slept in days. Her nail polish was chipped, and the nail on her left index finger had been nibbled down to the quick. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and there were errant wisps of hair that she kept pushing out of her face. Holland had never seen Chaela look so terrible. She was completely disheveled in a wrinkly, uncoordinated outfit with colors that clashed.

Displeased with the civil exchange of words between Chaela and Holland, Elle’s dark eyes glinted with malevolence. “Chaela’s dating the hot, quarterback from Willow Hills, and so, you can have creepy Jarrett Sloan. You two losers deserve each other,” she said spitefully.

“I’m not interested in Jarrett,” Holland said in exasperation. Then, bitterly recalling how the three cheerleaders used to terrorize her friend, Naomi, Holland suddenly became hot with anger. She advanced toward them so abruptly and in such a threatening manner, the girls flinched and took several steps backward.

“If you girls are looking for someone to bully, you chose the wrong person. I’m not tolerating it. Do you understand?” Holland said in a raised voice.

“Whoa! Holland Manning is gonna kick some cheerleader butt,” an onlooker yelled, hoping to instigate a fight.

“Lighten up, Holland. We were only kidding.” Elle giggled nervously.

Keeping her eyes downcast, Chaela muttered, “Let’s go; we’re gonna be late for class.” Flinging their hair, Elle and Paige sashayed along the corridor. Walking between them, Chaela kept her head hung low.

With no brawl to witness, the group of spectators muttered in disappointment as they reluctantly dispersed.

Doreen Johnson emerged from the throng of students and sidled up to Holland. “Way to go, Holland. I bet the bitch squad won’t be bothering you anymore.”

“Probably not,” Holland said with indifference.

“Where’ve you been? Heard you were at some fancy-schmancy school.”

“Yeah, I was away at boarding school.”

“What happened . . . did you get kicked out?”

“No. I left on my own. Got homesick.” Holland gave a tight smile and then closed her locker. “See you later; I have to get to my homeroom before the bell.”

“Who do you have for homeroom?” Doreen asked.

“Mr. Haroldson.”

“I have Haroldson, too.” Doreen fell into step with Holland. “You should have stayed as far away from Frombleton as possible.”

“Why?”

“Crazy shit’s been happening. Didn’t you hear about Doug Shriver?”

“Yeah, I heard a rumor.”

“It’s more than a rumor. Doug claims he was bitten by a gang of vampires.” Doreen peered at Holland, waiting for her reaction.

“A gang of vampires?”

“Uh-huh. Teenage vampires,” Doreen added. “The McFadden woman said the same thing . . . she said that she and her husband were abducted by two normal-looking teens who turned out to be vicious vampires. She claims her husband was bled dry by a pack of them. People aren’t taking these cases seriously; they don’t want to believe that vampires actually exist.”

Holland knew all too well that the bloodsuckers existed. A shiver rippled through her as she recalled her battle with the Sullivan family. Thankfully, her blood was lethal to vampires, but she wasn’t sure if she could survive an attack by a gang of them.

Doreen paused outside of Mr. Haroldson’s class. She reached inside her stretchy pink top and furtively revealed a silver crucifix. “I’m wearing this for protection,” she whispered. “You should get one, too; I heard that the vamps are planning to take over Frombleton.”

“Where’re you getting your information?”

“A friend of mine hangs with the vamps.”

The girls entered the classroom and Holland took a vacant seat next to Doreen. “Your friend is probably making up the story; putting a spin on the rumors that are circulating,” Holland suggested, fishing for more information about the vampires.

“It’s true. Vamps are right...

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Verlag
Strebor
Erscheinungsdatum
2013
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1593094930
ISBN 13 
9781593094935
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
256
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