Author: Cecy Robson
Series: Weird Girls #7
Publication Date: October 18, 2016
Taran Wird holds the unique ability to conjure fire and lightning. She is mated to Gemini, Second in Command to the Squaw Valley Pack of the Lake Tahoe Region, and the sole werewolf to possess the ability to split into two wolves. And although they are mates, Taran's insecurities have driven them apart.
Devastated by an injury that left her with a zombie-like limb, Taran struggles to regain command over her magic. But when her arm and her power turn against her, lashing out on those she most loves, she knows she can no longer carry this burden alone. Not that she likes the alternative.
The only way to regain control of her magic is to align and learn from the local coven of witches―the very ones who sought to banish her when she and her three unique sisters first moved to the mystical region. But although Taran is trying, the teachings don't come easy, and the tasks leave her weak and emotionally shattered.
Yet Taran must learn and learn fast. Time is running out. The fire she once mastered so easily has become her greatest adversary and is now slowly burning her alive . . .
Wheee! It’s Taran time! I love this series, and I like how we’re going through the different sisters as main protagonists. Of Flame and Light is the seventh book in The Weird Girls series, but the second one with Taran at the forefront. She has been my 2nd favorite character (Bren is #1) since the beginning of the series, even as secondary characters.
I knew we were in for a ride with the way the last book ended, and I wasn’t disappointed. It has it all: action, humor, and a lot of tugging of the heartstrings.
Taran does not like being told what to do or to let anyone have control over her, so seeing her in this position was interesting. Her magic is out of control and puts everyone in danger, so she very reluctantly agrees to learn from the witches. With one certain bitc … *ahem* witch in charge. I felt her frustration and wanted to throw my middle fingers up right along with her.
That goes for the situation with Gemini too. These two are not good for my emotional stability, but that’s the fun of it! I enjoy seeing Taran vulnerable, though. She’s certainly tested throughout the book, and it’s great to see the growth she experiences.
I love that this series really is about the whole group and that the secondary characters are just as instrumental in what’s going on. Everyone is progressing along with each book, and I’m so excited to see what happens with them next. Bren! ♥
Overall, Of Flame and Light is a great addition to a fun and kickass UF series.
I groan as I roll onto my back. I’d like to say this is the first time I’ve been knocked unconscious. I’d also like to say my boobs are the same size, but hey, such is my life.
Dirt. All I sense is that and dank heaviness that accompanies a . . . cave? Through the fog taking up residency along my brain, I make out a dim glow.
It takes me a moment to realize it’s coming from my light-saber arm. I push up on my hands, grimacing when my fingers sink into the soil. Yet it’s what I see when I glance up that has me scrambling to my feet.
A lonely hand scuttles by me, chasing after a rat. Oh, but it gets better. I press my back against a dirt wall as a foot hops by, chasing after the hand, that’s chasing after the rat, with a decapitated head rolling —I shit you not—merrily behind them.
It’s like some kind of fucked up nursery rhyme. I don’t want to know the next verse, especially not with the collection of zombies gathering from all sides. These are different from the ones who pulled us onto shore. Their grisly faces are more emaciated and their bodies are in a more advance stage of decomposing. As they shuffle toward me, pieces of their skin fall in small moist clumps.
I hold out my hand. “Stay back.”
They collectively moan.
And move closer.
I grit my teeth, summoning that spark from deep in my core. The dank air seems to enclose around me, giving me a chill and snuffing out my inner heat.
Shit, shit, shit.
On wobbly legs, I slide my back against the dirt wall, my hands out. The zombies gather closer, cocking their heads, their empty sockets mesmerized by the glow of my arm. At first, I think they’re simply curious. But then their short thick tongues push forward, appearing to lick what’s left of their lips.
I jump when another hand scrambles by, its pinky brushing against my foot. My back presses against the dirt wall as I slide against it. I’m not sure where to go. I only know I can’t stay here.
I bang my fists against the wall, trying to stimulate my fire. My left hand doesn’t react, tensing uselessly. But that spark I so need triggers from my right arm, igniting flames along the path of my blue veins only to putter out.
Come on, light.