What the heck do you mean there's no more Drake brothe--I mean Chronicles? That's like saying bread makes you fat. Punch any fetuses lately too? (More) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This review won't become a cautionary tale for unsuspecting peeps about to read thoughts on the sixth book in a series. NO WARNINGS NEEDED, or may the cover gods bombard me with a monstrous compilation of COVER DON'TS in a single cover.
Counted the pages? Notice something? This, in the history of the Drake Chronicles, is the longest book by far. I won’t lie to you: the length could be a study on provoking impatience. Harvey was clearly on a tear when she wrote Blood Prophecy, forcibly shoving the remainder of events left in store for the Drake family and friends into this conclusion to tie up all of those awful loose ends we fans were left with at the end of Blood Moon. Luckily for one of my favorite authors—and I say this with little to no bias—this cramming worked, and although I had my moments where my attention meandered, shall we say, all the build-up, action, and combos of favorite characters’ POVs kept me cheering madly for a wide-spanning clutch of characters that have long since joined the ranks of other amazing literary creations who would absolutely take way too long to list for the benefit of this point I’m trying to make. What it comes down to is that these books may not be flawless, may not be perfect for every reader, but, book one excluded, they’ve since been right for me and Blood Prophecy by Alyxandra Harvey, THANK-FREAKING-FULLY, succeeded in changing not a single darn thing.
Ok, So What Had Happened Was: As we all frantically tried to point out, Solange Drake does NOT a good vampire make. She is the poster girl (er, vamp with girl parts?) for making bad decisions while sporting fangs. NOBODY TAKE LESSONS. Thank BOOKISH OASIS that she is not the main narrator of this story. Because there's plenty of stress coming from the diabolical fanged-out drama queen ruling everybody, old enemies poised mid-lunge in the shadows, and all the old and important families and their posses fighting amongst themselves with no one there to wag their finger in reproof. Will Solange stop being a poser and finally become strong, independent, not to mention smart enough to do SOMETHING HEROIC? And will the gang back home be able to battle back their enemies while mending the fences they'll be flinging them over?
Props for Harvey for not saying BE GONE to all those pesky little details and loose threads I would've been compelled to tug until the whole thing came undone and you'd have found me a frustrated pool of mad-faced goo. I’d happily take a drawn-out version of the typical Drake dosage than a mediocre, hastened finish to a series I DOWNRIGHT ADORE. That being said: there’s A LOT to deal with in this installment. To balance that out, so that I didn't have to illegally drink (Harvey's always thinking of me), a few friendly voices return, charging in with that familiar loveable hilarity and sexy chemistry that’s impossible to steal for your sad, lonely self.
Harvey cleverly shuffles the two together: the inclusion of characters past and the havoc blowing up around them, so that everything is more funny yet grim. Everyone KICKS SOME CANS and I just know Buffy would be a proud scoutmaster. Be warned, however, characters will perish, and their deaths affected me more strongly than I’d anticipated. And, at the risk of sounding like a cinematic narrator, loyalties will totes be tested too, those little betrayals like deadly baby fists to the gut. But, you should still get excited because everyone will get to strut their stuff and it is awesome. Even Solange, who actually grows and becomes a bit likeable, go figure. And, in words Lucy would understand, nothing does better for our worn-out minds than a fudge sundae kind of ending—delicious, sweet, and comforting. An ending that feels like a zoomed-out snapshot of everyone I’ve ever loved in this series heading toward a good place.
Fans, do you have a life? Yes? That’s too bad. Because you won’t need it where you’ll find yourself at two in the morning. If you haven’t begun the Drake Chronicles series consider reading if: 1) your glands respond well to intense swoon 2) you enjoy large, extended families that have a history of tofu and stakes 3) and you possess a love of vampires, no matter the kind. If you find yourself nodding vigorously to all three, then buy yourself the first one. But promise me you won’t give up on the series after that. It gets better, trust me. As Harvey writes in her note at the end of this book, the series will give you some time away from home and annoying things, a few thrills, and will have you doing some imaginary bedbending. Lastly: if you have not beheld the genius that is Lucy, I'm sorry to say you have not lived.
I requested this title from Bloomsbury via Netgalley.
Favorite Scene: “Hi, Mom.”
“Hi, Lucky. I haven’t heard you this happy in a long time.”
“I know.” If I sounded any happier sunshine and lollipops would come out of my butt. “I’m at the farm.”
“I figured. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“What’s up?” I asked, grabbing my bag and getting out of the car.
“I’m so glad Nicholas is back. I know you two missed each other a lot.” She paused.
I groaned. I knew where this was going. “Mom.”
“I just want you to be careful.”
I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. “No more safe sex lectures,” I said. “I get it. I’m still finding all the condoms you snuck into my stuff before I moved into the dorms.”
“I don’t just mean that,” she said quietly, sounding uncomfortable.
“People talk about being together forever,” she explained. “But in your case, it’s not just talk.”
“Oh.” This wasn’t the sex talk. It was worse. It was the vampire talk.
“You’re too young to risk your life to live forever,” she continued. “Please don’t do anything rash.”
“Mom, are you asking me if I’m going to let Nicholas turn me into a vampire?”
“I’m asking you to think long and carefully.”
It’s not like I hadn’t thought about it. Of course, I had. But it was always something to think about for later.
“It’s dangerous,” she continued. “It could kill you.”
“Mom,” I interrupted her because she sounded like she was about to panic. “You can relax. I don’t want to be sixteen forever.”
“You say that now.”
“And I mean it. Being carded for eternity doesn’t appeal.” I bit my lip. “I can’t promise I won’t ever make that decision, Mom,” I added. “But I can promise that I’m not making it right now.”
“Okay,” she said. “Okay. Thank you.” She laughed, sounding both relieved and anxious. “Oh honey, talking about condoms is so much easier.”
I snorted. “Maybe for you.” (56%)