Friday, October 31, 2014

Crane by Stacey Rourke

Synopsis
The Horseman is unending,
his presence shan’t lessen.
If you break the curse,
you become the legend.

Washington Irving and Rip Van Winkle had no choice but to cover up the deadly truth behind Ichabod Crane’s disappearance. Centuries later, a Crane returns to Sleepy Hollow awakening macabre secrets once believed to be buried deep. What if the monster that spawned the legend lived within you?Now, Ireland Crane, reeling from a break-up and seeking a fresh start, must rely on the newly awakened Rip Van Winkle to discover the key to channeling the darkness swirling within her. Bodies are piling high and Ireland is the only one that can save Sleepy Hollow by embracing her own damning curse. But is anyone truly safe when the Horseman rides?

My thoughts
★★★★★ 5+ Awesome stars

Wow this book was to perfect for words!
Nothing could call me out of this book unless I fell asleep reading it.
Even then I was disappointed because I wanted to finish it all at once.
It was sassy, witty, funny, action, and slam packed full of pure awesome.


“Dark grows near, sense the fear,” a voice, possessing the deep rasp of death, croaked in the sing-song tempo of a nursery rhyme.


“Cloak of night,
brings Horseman’s plight.
His pricey toll,
will be a soul.
Run and hide,
before his ride.
Or the dead—”

The face of a haggard old woman peeked around the back of the chair, her mouth open in a wide, toothless grin. A shock of white hair framed her ghastly face, falling to gaunt shoulders in wiry wisps.


“—Shall claim ye head.”





For full review please go here:
Crane (The Legends Saga, #1) Full Review

Quotes
―“Just when I think you can’t get any creeper, you astounded me by reaching a whole new plateau. What did you do to yourself? You’re twitching like a meth head.” “Went into the kitchen. Consumed any products that claimed to boost energy. Ate a bowl of those disgusting brown rinds.” “Rinds? That’s coffee, dumbass. You’re supposed to brew it.” Rip rambled on as if she hadn’t spoken, which—judging by his herky-jerky gestures—he might not have been aware she had. “Then I drank your last three of those products involving some sort of red bovine, followed by half a dozen vials that claim to bestow energy for an allotted period of time. Every part of me tingles. Quite honestly, I think I could fly if the moment required it.” 

―“Ma’am, we’ve met your mother,” Rip claimed, from his well-chosen spot at the rear of the pack. “If she becomes agitated there’s a good chance we will all run screaming from the room.”

―“Wha dah heck? Rip! I can'h feel mah face! Wha's happein?"
"I... I don't know!" His entire body tensed, his limbs rigid as he struggled with the decision to help her or run screaming from the house. The cup slipped from Ireland's fingers and crashed to the floor, water exploding everywhere. "Oh, Gawd!" I fink ih's happenin'! I'm urning inwho dah howseman!" With frantic hands, Ireland slapped at her face and head. "I can'h feel mah head! Run, Rip! Run!” 

―“Which brings us to the fun question; what exactly are you on? Uppers? Downers? Viagra?” 

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