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I have to say that due to some changes in my life recently, I might not post for a long while. I have not read in some time and adulting life is catching up with me now that I graduated. I promise that soon I will find a pace and start to blog again. For now, everything that is being posted was scheduled from a long time ago. See ya!

Saturday, March 26, 2016

[R] Sixth Grave on the Edge, by: Darynda Jones

Sixth Grave on the Edge
(Charley Davidson #6)
by: Darynda Jones

★★★★★

Charley Davidson—part-time P.I. and full-time Grim Reaper—is back in this new novel from the New York Times bestselling author

Sometimes I wrestle my demons. Sometimes we just snuggle.—bumper sticker

Most girls might think twice before getting engaged to someone like Reyes Farrow—but Charley Davidson is not most girls. She’s a paranormal private eye and grim reaper-in-training who’s known to be a bit of a hell-raiser, especially after a few shots of caffeine. Her beloved Reyes may be the only begotten son of evil, but he’s dark and sultry and deeply sexy and everything Charley could hope for. Really. But when the FBI file on Reyes’s childhood happens to land in her lap, she can’t help herself: She opens it...and then the real fun begins. First, Charley finds a naked corpse riding shotgun in her car. Then, a man loses his soul in a card game. Throw in a Deaf boy who sees dead people, a woman running from mobsters, and a very suspicious Reyes, and things can’t get any worse for Charley. Unless, of course, the Twelve Beasts of Hell are unleashed...

After six books in this series, I'm left speechless and I do not know what to tell without saying the biggest spoiler ever in the series. This book was clearly an eye opener for the biggest Plot Twist ever!

So let my quotes tell you what I got from the whole book, ok?

"You can't save every desperate soul out there, Dutch." When I started toward the building again, he stepped in my path. "You're going to get yourself killed if you try, and I'll be stuck here alone, all because I'm in love with a bleeding heart who'd rather risk her life for strangers than listen to anything I have to say."

I had a lot in my plate: A naked dead man riding shotgun everywhere I went. A mysterious Asian man hovering in my corner who was made of something powerful, whatever that meant. Another man who sold his soul to a demon who was indifferent to the fact that it was for a good cause. A demons who was going around tricking people out of their souls so he could eat them. Which, ew. A rascally neighbor who'd proposed to me and was expecting an answer sometime this century. And an ongoing child-abduction case that had led me to believe that my man might have a brother he either does or doesn't know about. I was so not good at typing up loose ends. And to top it all off, I was on step closer to getting my BFF slash receptionist laid by my uncle.


"I can't tell you. The man who held a gun to my head said no cops."
Her mouth dropped open. I totally considered tossing a fry into it just to see if I could, but this was probably not the best time.

"Cook, I have a thousand cases going on at once. My life has been threatened. My apartment has been ransacked. A half-human, half-demon stole a priceless dagger from me and won't return it until he gets together with Swopes so they talk prophecies. And I was just almost arrested for drug possession and kiddie porn."


He turned the corner and flipped me off at the same time. See? Men could multitask. I was so proud of him.

Oh, my. What a lovely shadw of bitch you're wearing today.


Bianca chuckled and sat beside her daughter. "Sometimes, God gives us something even better than what we want. You have to have faith that he will give you someone just as pretty as Uncle Reyes."
She eyed her mother, bewildered. "There's not anyone as pretty as Uncle Reyes."
And another homerun for the little lady in the pink sundress. She was good. I might have some serious competition when she got older.

"Carson," she said when she picked up. I like it. Clear. Concise. To the point.
I decided to try it myself. "Davidson."
A loud sigh filtered to me. "Charley, you call me. You can't just say Davidson."
"What are you, the phone greeting police?"


I looked at him. And I did my job. I judged him unworthy of crossing into heaven.
He didn't like the revulsion he saw in my eyes. Where he'd expected fear, he found disgust. He turned to me to face the edge again, put a hand on my back, and just before he pushed, he said, "No loose ends."
I stepped forward, but the roff beneath my feet disappeared. I was over. He'd trust me over the side just as he had Jessica. Just as they had Reyes. And we would die together.
In one final act of rebellion, I twisted around to look at them and swiped a hand thought the air. In that split second between dream and reality, I'd marked their souls for their Dealer, a bright archaic symbol emblazones on their chests. They were all his.

In that moment, the only thing I could think about was what it would be like to live without Reyes. It wasn't a life I wanted, [...] I could think of nothing else but the fact that I did not want to go through life without him.

You see? What a ride! READ THE BOOK AND YOU'LL UNDERSTAND.

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