{"product_id":"feverisbn-9780440240990","title":"Fever","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e BESTSELLER\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eI used to be your average, everyday girl but all that changed one night in Dublin when I saw my first Fae, and got dragged into a world of deadly immortals and ancient secrets. . . .\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn her fight to stay alive, MacKayla must find the Sinsar Dubh—a million-year-old book of the blackest magic imaginable, which holds the key to power over the worlds of both the Fae and Man. Pursued by assassins, surrounded by mysterious figures she knows she can’t trust, Mac finds herself torn between two deadly and powerful men: V’lane, the immortal Fae Prince, and Jericho Barrons, a man as irresistible as he is dangerous.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor centuries the shadowy realm of the Fae has coexisted with that of humans. Now the walls between the two are coming down, and Mac is the only thing that stands between them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLook for all of Karen Marie Moning’s sensational Fever novels:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eDARKFEVER | BLOODFEVER | FAEFEVER | DREAMFEVER | SHADOWFEVER | ICED | BURNED | FEVERBORN | FEVERSONG\u003c\/b\u003e“Spiced with a subtle yet delightfully sharp sense of humor … delectably dark and sexy.”—\u003ci\u003eChicago Tribune\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eKaren Marie Moning\u003c\/b\u003e is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Fever series, featuring MacKayla Lane, and the award-winning Highlander series. She has a bachelor’s degree in society and law from Purdue University.\u003cb\u003ePrologue\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAll of us have our little problems and insecurities. I’m no different. Back in high school when\u003cbr\u003eI used to feel insecure about something, I would console myself with two thoughts: I’m pretty, and my parents love me. Between those two, I could survive anything.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSince then I’ve come to understand how little the former matters, and how bitterly the latter can be tested. What’s left then? Nothing about our appearance or who loves or hates us. Nothing about our brainpower—which, like beauty, is an unearned gift of genetics—nor even anything about what we say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt’s our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we’re willing to die for.\u003cbr\u003eMy name is MacKayla Lane. I think. Some say my last name is really O’Connor. That’s another of my insecurities right now: who I am. Although, at the moment, I’m in no hurry to find out. \u003ci\u003eWhat \u003c\/i\u003eI am is disturbing enough.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’m from Ashford, Georgia. I think. Lately I’ve realized I have some tricky memories I can’t quite sort through.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’m in Ireland. When my sister, Alina, was found dead in a trash-filled alley on Dublin’s north side, the local police closed her case in record time, so I flew over to see what I could do about getting justice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOkay, so maybe I’m not that pure.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat I really came over for was revenge. And now, after everything I’ve seen, I want it twice as bad.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI used to think my sister and I were just two nice southern girls who would get married in a few years, have babies, and settle down to a life of sipping sweet tea on a porch swing under the shade of waxy-blossomed magnolias, raising our children together near Mom and Dad and each other.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen I discovered Alina and I descend not from good, wholesome southern stock but from an ancient Celtic bloodline of powerful \u003ci\u003esidhe\u003c\/i\u003e-seers, people who can see the Fae, a terrifying race of otherworldly beings that have lived secretly among us for thousands of years, cloaked in illusions and lies.  Governed loosely by a queen, and even more loosely by a Compact few support and many ignore, they have preyed on humans for millennia.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSupposedly I’m one of the most powerful \u003ci\u003esidhe\u003c\/i\u003eseers ever born. Not only can I see the Fae, I can sense their sacred relics that hold the deadliest and most powerful of their magic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI can find them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI can \u003ci\u003euse \u003c\/i\u003ethem.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’ve already found the mythic Spear of Luin, one of only two weapons capable of killing an immortal Fae. I’m also a Null—a person who can temporarily freeze a Fae and cancel out its power with the mere touch of my hands. It helps me kick butt when I need to, and lately, every time I turn around, I need to.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy world began falling apart with the death of my sister, and hasn’t stopped since. And it’s not just my world that’s in trouble; it’s your world, too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe walls between Man and Faery are coming down.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI don’t know why or how. I only know they are. I know it in my \u003ci\u003esidhe\u003c\/i\u003e-seer blood. On a dark Fae wind, I taste the metallic tang of a bloody and terrible war coming. In the distant air, I hear the thunderclap of sharp-bladed hooves as Fae stallions circle impatiently, ready to charge down on us in the ancient, forbidden Wild Hunt.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI know who killed my sister. I’ve stared into the murderous eyes of the one who seduced, used, and destroyed her. Not quite Fae, not quite human, he calls himself the Lord Master, and he’s been opening portals between realms, bringing Unseelie through to our world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Fae consist of two adversarial courts with their own Royal Houses and unique castes: the Light or Seelie Court, and the Dark or Unseelie Court. Don’t let the light and dark stuff deceive you: They’re both deadly. Scary thing is the Seelie considered their darker brethren, the Unseelie, so abominable that they imprisoned them\u003ci\u003ethemselves \u003c\/i\u003ea few hundred eons ago. When one Fae fears another Fae, you know you’ve got problems.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow the Lord Master is freeing the darkest, most dangerous of our enemies, turning them loose on our world, and teaching them to infiltrate our society. When these monsters walk down our streets, you see only the “glamour” they throw: the illusion of a beautiful human woman, man, or child.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eI \u003c\/i\u003esee what they really are.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI have no doubt I would have ended up every bit as dead as my sister shortly after I arrived in Dublin, if I’d not stumbled into a bookstore owned by the enigmatic Jericho Barrons. I have no idea who or what he is, or what he’s after, but he knows more about what I am and what’s going on out there than anyone else I’ve met, and I need that knowledge.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen I had no place to turn, Jericho Barrons took me in, taught me, opened my eyes, and helped me survive. Granted, he didn’t do it nicely, but I’m no longer quite so picky about how I survive, as long as I do.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBecause it was safer than my cheap room at the inn, I moved into his bookstore. It’s well protected against most of my enemies with wards and assorted nasty tricks, and stands bastion at the edge of what I call a Dark Zone: a neighborhood that has been taken over by Shades, amorphous Unseelie that thrive in darkness and feed off humans.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBarrons and I have formed an uneasy alliance based on mutual need: We both want the \u003ci\u003eSinsar Dubh\u003c\/i\u003e—a million-year-old book of the blackest magic imaginable, allegedly scribed by the Unseelie King himself, that holds the key to power over both the worlds of Fae and Man.\u003cbr\u003eI want it because it was Alina’s dying request that I find it, and I suspect it holds the key to saving our world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe wants it because he says he collects books. Right.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEveryone else I’ve encountered is after it, too. The hunt is dangerous, the stakes enormous.\u003cbr\u003eBecause the \u003ci\u003eSinsar Dubh \u003c\/i\u003eis a Fae relic, I can sense it when it’s near. Barrons can’t. But he knows where to look for it, and I don’t. So now we’re partners in crime who don’t trust each other one bit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNothing in my sheltered, pampered life prepared me for the past few weeks. Gone is my long blond hair, chopped short for the sake of anonymity and dyed dark. Gone are my pretty pastel outfits, replaced by drab colors that don’t show blood. I’ve learned to cuss, steal, lie, and kill. I’ve been assaulted by a death-by-sex Fae and made to strip, not once but twice, in public. I discovered that I was adopted. I nearly died.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith Barrons at my side, I’ve robbed a mobster and his henchmen and led them to their deaths. I’ve fought and killed dozens of Unseelie. I battled the vampire Mallucé in a bloody showdown with the Lord Master himself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn one short month I’ve managed to piss off virtually every being with magical power in this city. Half of those I’ve encountered want me dead; the other half want to use me to find the deadly, coveted \u003ci\u003eSinsar Dubh.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI could run home, I suppose. Try to forget. Try to hide.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen I think of Alina, and how she died.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer face swims up in my mind—a face I knew as well as my own; she was more than my sister, she was my best friend—and I can almost hear her saying: Right, Junior—and risk leading a monster like Mallucé, a death-by-sex Fae, or some other Unseelie back to Ashford? Take a chance that some of the Shades might cop a ride in your luggage and devour the charming, idyllic streets of our childhood, one burnt-out streetlamp at a time? When you see the Dark Zone that used to be our home, how will you feel, Mac?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBefore her voice even begins to fade, I know that I’m here until this is over.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUntil either they’re dead or I am.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlina’s death \u003ci\u003ewill \u003c\/i\u003ebe avenged.","brand":"Dell","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46304699252965,"sku":"NP9780440240990","price":8.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780440240990.jpg?v=1730758159","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/feverisbn-9780440240990","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}