“Either way, you need to stay grounded, so it’s safer to stay away from temptation.” Not exactly the sexy bra I’d been hoping for, but at least it’s tight and cut low. she slips the heavy coat off her shoulders, revealing a plain black tank and a whole lot of creamy skin. Man, I hope whatever she has under there is thin and lacy. I shift my weight, leaning at an awkward angle, but I manage to stay upright as Audra starts unbuttoning her jacket. I felt like I was being hit with a hammer again and again.
I laughed at the first few comments, but then they just kept coming and coming and coming. But, Vane also had a tendency to be excessively and annoyingly obsessed with skimpy clothes on women. He sounded exactly like what he was: a teenage boy. A lot of the time I enjoyed his sarcasm and casual, informal speech. He had a distinct voice that made him easily recognizable. I could feel him coming off the page (for better or for worse). On the one hand, Vane definitely had the most personality of all the characters. For the most part, I’m kind of indifferent. Ultimately, I wasn’t left with a sense of either love or hate. There were several things I didn’t like about this book, but there were a few things I did like. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about Let the Sky Fall.
And their greatest danger is not the warriors coming to destroy them-but the forbidden romance that’s grown between them. But unlocking his heritage will also unlock the memory Audra needs him to forget. He has a power to claim-the secret language of the West Wind, which only he can understand. When a hasty mistake reveals their location to the enemy who murdered both of their families, Audra’s forced to help Vane remember who he is. Even if it means sacrificing her own life. She's also a guardian-Vane's guardian-and has sworn an oath to protect Vane at all costs. She walks on the wind, can translate its alluring songs, and can even coax it into a weapon with a simple string of commands. Seventeen-year-old Audra is a sylph, an air elemental. And he has no idea if the beautiful, dark-haired girl who's swept through his dreams every night since the storm is real. Seventeen-year-old Vane Weston has no idea how he survived the category five tornado that killed his parents.
Published by: Simon Pulse on March 5, 2013
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