Dreamfever: Fever Series Book 4 [Karen Marie Moning] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. In New York Times bestselling author Karen. Editorial Reviews. Review. “Give yourself a treat and read outside the box.”— Charlaine Harris Dreamfever: Fever Series Book 4 – Kindle edition by Karen Marie Moning. Download it once and read it on your Kindle device, PC, phones or. Dreamfever is the fourth book in Karen Marie Moning’s Fever Series. MacKayla Lane lies naked on the cold stone floor of a church, at the mercy of the erotic Fae .

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They may have stolen my past but I will never let them take karrn future. When the walls between Man and Fae come crashing down, freeing the immortal Unseelie from their icy prison, Mac is caught in a deadly trap. Trapped and tortured by the Fae Lord Master, Mac has no memory of who or what she is: Clawing her way back from oblivion is only the first step Mac must take down dreakfever perilous path, from the battle filled streets of Dublin to the treacherous politics of an ancient, secret sect, through the tangled lies of men who claim to be her allies into the illusory world of the Fae themselves where nothing is as it seems—and Mac is forced to face a soul-shattering truth.

By far, the most fascinating book I have read this year. Moning pulls no punches as she sets Mac on this ghastly path! Because it’s about as addictive as any illegal drug and will take over your life until the next book is finished! Last night everything dgeamfever. Fae and human worlds marei with the biggest bang since creation, and everything is a mess.

Fecking Shades loose in the fecking abbey. Ro through the roof with it, screaming that Mac betrayed us. Ordered us to hunt her. Bring her in dead or alive.

Shut her up or shut her down, she said. No way we can let her fall into the wrong hands, and Ro says any hands but hers are the wrong ones. I never want to fight Mac. Pretty much everyone else does, though. No way she betrayed us. Five hundred twenty-two sidhe-seers left at last count. Kicking every bit of Fae ass we see along the way. No sign of her yet.


We all feel it.

Practically see the mushroom cloud hanging in the air. No way any sidhe-seer could turn away from this kinda pull. I never feel sick. Sick is for wusses and wannabes. I have reasons to be cocky. Five mohing twenty-two of us closing in. What everybody else wishes they could do, I can.

Being fourteen—well, I almost am—blows. She says it gets better. Gimme a blaze moniing glory any day. Who wants to get old and wrinkly? Not enough flashlights, she said.

Pissed me off, but she had a point. Who put you in charge? I said, but it was rhetorical and we both knew it, and she walked away. Ro put her in charge. Gag me with a spoon. Crashed and burned cars everywhere we turn. The city is spooky quiet. With what I feel up ahead and this stupid sick feeling in my stomach—. Who the feck am I kidding? I feel sick, sick, sick.

My palms and pits are slick with dread. I wipe my sword hand against my jeans. My body knows things before my brain can. Always been that way, even when I was a kid. Used to freak Mom out. We range out like a net. Drape ourselves, sidhe-seer by sidhe-seer, around the epicenter and close in tight. I have a theory I been testing.

The kinks are killer.

She cuts a hard look my way but bites a sharp command that rips down the line. We move together and I tell her my worry: We look at each other. She gets that look grown-ups get a lot and touches my hair. Grown-ups creep me out. Lectureville on a runaway train. I roll my eyes. We stare at each other. Somebody kill me before I get one of those Play-Doh faces.

But if she lets me make the call and things go bad, she can blame it on headstrong, uncontrollable Dani. I take the blame a lot. I do what needs to be done. Old enough to kill but too young to cuss. They make a pit bull poodle around.


Book review: Karen Marie Moning’s *Dreamfever*

What kinda logic is that? Hypocrisy pisses me off worse than most anything. Had she lost her spear? Only that she was in way deep shit.

Pisses me off when people jump to conclusions they have no proof for. I drop her back on the ground and look away. Her mouth sets with tiny white lines around it, and her eyes take on a look I get a lot. It makes me feel mad and alone. Without another word, I give my feet the wings they live for and vanish into the building. I keep my nails real short; still, they gouge blood from my palms.

Dreamfever – Karen Marie Moning (Spoilers!)

Two Fae are dragging Mac down the front steps of a church. They drop her like a piece of trash in the middle of the street. A third Fae exits the church and joins them, dreamdever they maire, imperial guards around her, heads swiveling, surveying the street. Storms of color rush under their skin. Black torques slither at their necks.

Eyes of pure oblivion. They reek of it. I wipe my face. My fingers come away red. My eyes are leaking blood. Vamps got nothing on Fae. Instead, I take a wide-angle image of the scene. Dreamfevsr Fae, fire hydrant, car, pothole, streetlamp, piece of trash.

I map objects and empty spaces on my mental grid, lock it down tight, calculate margin of error based on likely movement, slap it over my snapshot.

A shadow moves in the street, almost too fast to see. No heads swivel to follow it. It moves like I move.

A blur of shadow. Dimmer side—what if whatever it is can see me? What if we collide? Only Seelie or humans can touch the Seelie Hallows. They have the spear.