ENDLESS KNIGHT (The Arcana Chronicles Book 2)
Release Date: October 1, 2013
Hardcover: 336 pages
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers
Source: Hardcover from the publisher
In this seductive follow-up to Poison Princess, #1 New York Timesbestselling author Kresley Cole takes us deeper into the dark world of the Arcana Chronicles.
Evie has fully come into her powers as the Tarot Empress, and Jack was there to see it all. She now knows that the teens who've been reincarnated as the Tarot are in the throes of an epic battle. It's kill or be killed, and the future of mankind hangs in the balance.
With threats lurking around every corner, Evie is forced to trust her newfound alliance. Together they must fight not only other Arcana, but also Bagmen zombies, post-apocalyptic storms, and cannibals.
When Evie meets Death, things get even more complicated. Though falling for Jack, she's drawn to the dangerous Endless Knight as well. Somehow the Empress and Death share a history, one that Evie can't remember—but Death can't forget.
So it took me a bit longer to get out of my reading slump than I thought but ENDLESS KNIGHT was the perfect book to do such that!
I loved POISON PRINCESS with a fiery passion and I didn’t think that ENDLESS KNIGHT could come close but peeps let me tell you IT WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH BETTER!!!!!!!!!
We finally get to meet Death and of course I fell head over heels in love with the guy. We also get to meet a couple new cards... I won’t spoil here but they’re both very intriguing characters. Oh and there were some scenes in this one that were so hot I felt like my book was going to light on fire from all of the sexiness! I mean I can’t believe Kresley got away with it in a YA book! I just love Kresley’s writing and I can’t wait for book 3 since she left us with a killer ending that actually had Mindy from Magical Urban Fantasy Reads and I in a debate over what happened lol
I chose a passage from the beginning of the book because I loved it. It was sexy and I didn’t want to be too spoilery and Jack makes me laugh. I’d do a death one but it’d be too spoilery ;)
He was right; I was gone for him. Stupid to fight it. I gazed up at
him, whispering, “Just, just don’t hurt me again. If I kiss you, and then
you get disgusted . . .”
He gave a low laugh, moving his hips against mine. “Does it feel like
I gasped. “Jackson!”
“You smell like honeysuckle. You likin’ ole Jack now?”
“I never stopped liking you. Even when you were warding me away
with the power of Catholicism.”
“Can’t help the way I was raised—anything supernatural is supposed
to be either a miracle or satanic.”
I rolled my eyes. “And you’re still trying to figure out which I am?”
“Non. I’m trying to figure out if I’m still Catholic.” He grinned that
Gorgeous lips. I wanted them on mine.
Just before he kissed me, he said, “You might be different from what
I thought, but I’m goan to protect you anyway. I’m goan to try to accept
all this. But you got to accept me.”
“Accept you? What are you talking about?”
“I’m a nineteen-year-old bayou boy. I got a fondness for liquor. I’m
goan to say stupid shit. Doan you go getting your feelings hurt at the
drop of a hat.”
I laid my palm against his face. “You’re going to get more than your
feelings hurt if you stay with us. And it will be my fault because I don’t
want to separate from you. You wanted me to let you go.”
“That was before I realized something this week. I wasn’t goan to
live a long life even before the apocalypse. Before there were Baggers,
cannibals, and plague. Now I figure I’ll spend my limited time left
doing what I want.”
“And what do you want?”
His grin deepened. “You’re what I want, and I’d like to be doing
you.” He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine.
At that contact, the rain began to pour down at last, pelting the cabin’s
tin roof. I hadn’t heard that sound since the night I’d gone to Jack’s
home in the bayou.
He drew back. “Christ, your lips are sweet. Douces comme du miel.”
Sweet like honey. He yanked off his shirt, revealing his damp chest, the
rosary around his neck. I’d missed seeing him like this.
My fingers skimmed over the raised scar on his arm. How I loved
that mark. If he hadn’t been getting that wound tended to the night of
the Flash, he would’ve died like most everyone else.
His hands landed on my ass, giving it a possessive squeeze. “T ’es
pour moi, Evie. You’re mine. Every part of you.” He leaned down, took
my lips once more. Between kisses, he said, “I told you once and I’ll
tell you again: there is nothing that can happen to you that we can’t get
past. Just give me a chance to get to you. Promise me.”
“Jack . . .”
“Promise me. You doan leave me again.”
“I promise.” Staring at his lips, I said, “Would you always come for
He drunkenly murmured, “Chase you like a junkyard dog.”