The Lost One by Meg Collet | Book Review

The Lost One by Meg Collet | Book Review

I received this book for free from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

The Lost One by Meg Collet | Book ReviewThe Lost One by Meg Collett
Series: End of Days #2
Published by Self Published on March 27th 2014
Genres: Fantasy & Magic
Pages: 249
Format: eARC
Source: the Publisher
Goodreads
four-half-stars

They say some things must be broken before they can be fixed. But when Michaela hoped to cast doubt on the Aethere, she never thought things would fall apart like they did. Now the Aethere have turned their attention to the End of Days, and they won’t rest until they obtain the tools of Earth's final destruction: the Seven Seals.

The world is falling apart at the seams, and Michaela finds herself clutching the threads. She alone understands what will happen if the Aethere ever get the seals, and it’s the one thing she will fight to the death to prevent if she has to.

Even amidst the devastation on Earth, Michaela struggles to restore her faith in Gabriel. Together, they'll need to decide if their love is strong enough to erase the line she had fought so hard to draw between holy and fallen.

Michaela said she wanted a war, but when the End is looming, what will she fight for?

What I thought NEWMeg’s first book, The Hunted One, was a book that knocked me of my feet. It was really well written, original, and the characters were awesome. It also had a cliff-hanger, a mean cliff-hanger! So frankly I was relieved when I got to read the sequel, because that cliff-hanger was bad!

In The Lost One, Meg pulled me in as she did with her first book. The story she crafted sucked me in at the first page, and the story held my attention right until the end. Where there was, once again, a mean cliff-hanger. I think my message to Meg included lots of shouty capital letters, asking her why she would do this to me, and begging her to tell me what would happen next. She did not cave. And now I have another LONG time to wait for the next, and last book, in the series. Which is going to be killing.

There was a great amount of character growth in the Hunted One, and boy was I glad to see the growth back in the Lost One! We get to know the characters even better, find that there’s even more depth to them, and root for them even more. I said so before, and I’ll say so again, that Meg writes great characters. Her stories, even though the plot is pretty darn awesome as well, are very character driven.

I love Meg’s writing! I love the originality and the beauty of her story and I can’t wait to read the next book. Another great read that I’d recommend to any lover of the Angel genre.

Release Day!! The Hunted One by Meg Collet

Hi there guys!

Today is the release day for Meg Collets Debut, The Hunted One! I read and reviewed her book a while ago and I loved it. I was hooked from the very first paragraph. Meg’s writing just pulls you in, her writing style demands your attention and makes sure it keeps its hold, until you’ve finished the very last page of the book.

Meg has become a really good friend of mine, she’s a sweetheart  and I am so happy and excited for her! She worked towards this day for a very long time and it’s great to see that all the hard work has finally paid off.

For all of you who haven’t heard of the book, bellow you’ll find the book info, as well as a guest post by Meg about the journey to writing The Hunted One. Do add this book to your TBR piles, because it’ll definitely be worth your while!

Enjoy reading!

Release Day!! The Hunted One by Meg ColletThe Hunted One by Meg Collett
Series: End of Days #1
Published by Self Published on January 17th 2014
Genres: Fantasy & Magic
Goodreads

The fallen have trespassed into Heaven for the first time in eternity. Prepared for battle, Michaela and her Archangels open Heaven’s gates to confront the fallen. Only, Michaela’s Archangels—her brothers and sisters in Heaven—betray her. And when the fallen attack the sanctuary in the skies through the gates Michaela inadvertently left open, the holy angels accuse Michaela of planning the invasion.

One simple mistake with a thousand consequences.

Dragged to Earth by an Archangel turned fallen, Michaela will do anything to return to Heaven and save it. In her fervor, she kills the Archangel—something no angel has ever done before. Wingless, without any hope, Michaela welcomes death when an unlikely human ally, Clark, finds her. With the help of Clark and Gabriel, an innocent Archangel whose friendship deepens into something far more torrid and unexpected on Earth, Michaela must prove the holy angels have their own plan for Heaven, and it is one that may prove to be the End of the Days.

It may be too late to save herself, but Michaela is the only one who knows the truth about the holy angels. If she fails, she may never be able to return to Heaven. But even that may be a hopeless dream.

The Road to Publishing

A Guest post by Meg Collet

Back in 2008, I hit a speed bump. I was freshman in college and thousands of miles away from my family. It was Christmas break, and I had just learned my flight home was delayed. I was depressed and seriously needing a hug. I drove back to my dorm and sat on my bed, feeling overwhelmed with these toxic, sinking emotions. I wanted to cry. Instead I picked up an old composition notebook and started writing.

Years later and more drafts than I care to recount tossed in the trash, I finally came to the story I have now. What I started writing on that Christmas break bears no resemblance to my upcoming, debut novel, The Hunted One. But they share the same roots. That story way back then taught me to write. I grew up with these characters; I became stronger as they became stronger.

In the very first draft of the story, my main character was a paranoid schizophrenic with a drug problem. She was all the negative emotions I needed to vent. Even back then I wanted a story about someone rising from the dirt and grime of their life to become something extraordinary and special. It was what I was going through, so I put my character through it.

Here is an excerpt from that very first beginning (sorry if it’s a little rough. It hasn’t been professionally edited).

“If my life was like a body of water, I had sunk to its depths. I hid from the sun and the life near the surface. I couldn’t take part in the daily routine act of staying afloat. It was too much for me to handle, the fakeness of pretending I was whole. I was anything but complete. I was lacking. I wasn’t normal, and I refused to fake a life I had no right to have.

See, I had died once. I should have stayed dead.

I stood on a jagged cliff with the edge of the darkening forest at my back watching the sun bruise its hostile path into the folds of the horizon. The colors that filled the tired evening sky reminded me of a bloody gash – pinks of exposed tissue, reds of spilt blood, purples of deep bruises, tans of torn skin. The intensity of the sunset sucked the colors from everything else, leaving nothing but specter paleness behind. Much like a gun had been aimed at the sky, a hole blasted through in desperation, creating the injured sunset, only to leave death behind when it was all over.

It was depressing to see such painful beauty. The sky looked so vivid and alive. Yet, down here on earth, everything was cast in haunting shadows. The forest itself, so full of brilliant greens and life, looked gray and sick in comparison. I couldn’t even see the valley below the cliff on which I stood. The brutal sunset was a one man show, nothing else could compete. I felt too small standing out there, being crushed smaller and smaller, like nothing mattered.

You don’t matter.

The draining feeling often left me worse off than I was before, if that was even possible. But sometimes I still liked to come out here and see the sunset. Our tiny shack was so deep into the forest that all I ever saw was a vaguely illuminated green haze through the dense leaves. No matter what, coming out the cliffs was always a shock. The onslaught of color was almost painfully graphic. The sun was so forceful in its attack that it nearly hurt. I didn’t come out here often, but when I did, I cherished the humbling, belittling process of it.

When the sun finally buried itself into the earth for the night, I turned back to the forest and headed home. There was nothing but eerie remnants of light left to guide my way, but I knew the forest unnaturally well and the going was easy. Nevertheless, I walked slowly.

The first raindrop fell on my slack and unexpressive face, which was my constant look of voided animation that I didn’t care to break. My blank, glazed-over eyes never blinked the dull nothingness away. Nor did my downward-turned mouth ever reveal any emotion through a smile or frown. I looked like a hollow, shell of a woman, a ghost of life.”

I was in a dark place back then. And I was really just writing to write. Then somewhere along the road I realized that I loved what I was doing and it made me feel whole. So I started to write to publish. Here is what that passage all those years ago turned into:

“Michaela sprinted through the trees until the earth ran out beneath her, and her toes were on the edge of a rocky overhang, teetering for a moment before she remembered she couldn’t fly. Forcing herself to step back, she stood on the jagged cliff with the edge of the woods at her back, watching the sun bruise its hostile path out of the folds of the horizon. The colors that filled the early morning sky reminded her of a bloody gash—pinks of exposed tissue, reds of spilt blood, purples of deep bruises, flesh beige of torn skin. The intensity of the sunrise sucked the colors from everything else, leaving nothing but specter paleness behind. The sun appeared hidden behind a veil of mourning.

She closed her eyes and turned her face upwards. She searched deep within, looking for the presence of the other Archangels. She found nothing but an empty, hollow ache along the sides of her spine where her wings should be attached. Without her wings, she was all alone in her head for the first time since creation—just like Lucifer said.

She felt like a ghost, like any moment she could dissipate into the air, becoming just another particle amongst trillions. But just then, Clark crashed up behind her, ruining the moment and her loneliness. He bent over, hands on knees, and drew long, gasping breaths. He was almost comforting if not a little annoying. Finally, he stood back up in time to see the end of the sunrise.

‘Look, Michaela. I have to know. What really went on up there?’

Michaela didn’t speak for a long time. Clark waited almost patiently except for the persistent tap of his boot.

‘They were just standing out there—this line of fallen angels. It was infuriating. It’s like they can take whatever they want, do whatever they please. They shouldn’t have been there. I thought it would be easy to step outside for a moment to run them off. By the time I realized I had left the gates open, I was too far away to close them. I didn’t go back like I should have. I hoped it would be okay. But it wasn’t. He was there. When he drew back his hood, and I saw his face, I knew then. Why else would Lucifer be in Heaven? And then Molloch’s knife was in my back, and a mass of fallen angels attacked Heaven. My own Archangels betrayed me.” Michaela’s voice broke. The pain was stifling, but she bottled it up and shoved it into the darkest corner of her heart. “I woke up in the Watchers’ cave with Molloch. We fought. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to choke the life out of me. So much hate…then he fell on my wingtip. And just like that—he was gone. He just…disappeared.’”

Throughout The Hunted One, the bones of that long ago initiation into writing are still there. Some I’ve even worked hard to keep, because they mean so much to me.

I think a lot of authors write a few different books before they find the one that is good enough to pursue publication. I did the exact same thing, but for me, it was the same story told a million different ways. It took me years to figure out how to write the story I wanted to write.

To other authors who find themselves haunted by a story or characters but can’t find the right words, I would say never give up. Give it time. Let it sit. Try other things. But always come back, because eventually you will find the way to tell that story. And if you believe in it enough, it’ll be a great story.

The Hunted One by Meg Collett | Book Review

The Hunted One by Meg Collett | Book Review

I received this book for free from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

The Hunted One by Meg Collett | Book ReviewThe Hunted One by Meg Collett
Series: End of Days #1
Published by Self Published on January 17th 2014
Pages: 300
Format: eARC
Source: the Publisher
Goodreads
four-stars

The fallen have trespassed into Heaven for the first time in eternity. Prepared for battle, Michaela and her Archangels open Heaven’s gates to confront the fallen. Only, Michaela’s Archangels—her brothers and sisters in Heaven—betray her. And when the fallen attack the sanctuary in the skies through the gates Michaela inadvertently left open, the holy angels accuse Michaela of planning the invasion.

One simple mistake with a thousand consequences.

Dragged to Earth by an Archangel turned fallen, Michaela will do anything to return to Heaven and save it. In her fervor, she kills the Archangel—something no angel has ever done before. Wingless, without any hope, Michaela welcomes death when an unlikely human ally, Clark, finds her. With the help of Clark and Gabriel, an innocent Archangel whose friendship deepens into something far more torrid and unexpected on Earth, Michaela must prove the holy angels have their own plan for Heaven, and it is one that may prove to be the End of the Days.

It may be too late to save herself, but Michaela is the only one who knows the truth about the holy angels. If she fails, she may never be able to return to Heaven. But even that may be a hopeless dream.

What I thought NEWWhen I heard about The Hunted One I immediately offered my services as a reviewer to Meg. At the time the ARC’s weren’t ready yet, but she kindly promised to let me know when they where and send me one when they where ready. The Teaser happened, which got my attention. Then the Cover reveal happened… more excitement, because this cover is simply gorgeous! Some more time passed, and I started to doubt whether the book would really be something for me after all. I mean, I was definitely interested, but The Hunted One is a bit outside the box for me, different from the books I normally read and review.

Then the email with the ARC came… I was a bit busy at the time, had a huge list of books up for review so The Hunted One got placed on the notorious To be Reviewed list I keep for myself. About a week ago I started reading… and had it finished in no time!

I was hooked from the first paragraph. Meg’s writing just pulls you in, her writing style demands your attention and makes sure it keeps it hold on you’ve finished the very last page of the book. The writing is just so vivid and descriptive, which makes it so easy and fun to read. The pages just came alive in my imagination and I could see everything happening.

Michaela’s character was very strong. She was determined and caring, everything I love to see in a good protagonist. It wasn’t just Michaela though, all characters where dynamic and real. They had flaws, knew they did and didn’t pretend to be anything else (that annoys me so much in some books…).

For a book in the ‘Fallen Angel’ genre I thought this books was original. Somehow most of the time books in this genre just seem clichéd and overdone. The romance was slight but good and Meg made sure to keep the action flowing. There are lots of books in this genre and being original can become quite tricky. I just very much liked how this book surprised me after the doubts I’d begun to have about it beforehand.

To sum things up, The Hunted One is a well-written and interesting read with great characters in a plot that worked like a charm.

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Now for a little personal message to the Author:

Meg,

In an email you told me that you were very nervous about your book, and that you where losing confidence about sending it to Review Blogs. Being nervous sounds pretty normal to me, it’s a big and exciting thing you’re doing so being nervous is completely normal. I just wanted to say that you shouldn’t be losing confidence about sending it to Review Blogs. Be proud of what you accomplished and be proud of finishing your first book in a series!

There’s going to be negative reviews, but those are bloggers that are giving their honest opinion and their findings can only -eventually- help you in becoming a better writer. Whether a blogger likes a book -or not- is very personal and if they don’t like your book they’re not purposefully trying to be mean (The good bloggers aren’t!). It won’t be fun to hear, but the best I can say is to take their criticism and use it to excel!

Again, like I said in the tweet I sent you, I can’t wait to get myself a physical copy of this book so it can belong in its rightful place on my bookshelves! (also, I can’t wait for the second book in this series!).

Xx Iris