Thursday, May 9, 2013

Raksha Blog Tour & Review

She has no name.

She has her knives; her training; her halo.

The first and second give her the tools and the skill to defeat the opponents she is pitched against each month. The third frees her from pain and fear. From any kind of emotion at all. Everything is as it should be. Everything is as it should be, until…



When a newly-named Kit escapes the Sanctuary after killing her best friend, the last thing she needs is another knife in her hand. Or Ryka, the damaged, beautiful blonde boy, who she refuses to let save her. Still learning how to process the onslaught of her new feelings, the sights and sounds of Freetown are overwhelming and strange. There are a hundred differences between her old home and her new one, but one thing remains starkly similar: the matches. Yet where the blood in the Sanctuary landed only on the colosseum floor, Kit will quickly learn that a river of red runs through Freetown’s very streets.

Freed from the oppression of a society who stole her right to feel, the true horror of her old life leaves Kit wondering if she really has been freed at all. Would she be better off without the crippling horror of all the blood on her hands, or is the love of one boy worth living through all the pain?

Raksha is the call of the dead. The rumbling chant for fresh blood from the other side, the demand for sacrifice. The colosseum is behind Kit. The fighting pits await.

You have been called to the fights.

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WOAH GUYS!!!! This book had me doing my happy dance. I literally thought my heart stopped. This was one of those books that will have you on the edge of your seat, desperately trying to hold on...white knuckles and all. Have you even watched a really suspenseful movie and you have to stop breathing for fear of what's to come? Yeah, that was me the entire time! I almost felt that if I let my breath out, something bad was going to happen. I'm surprised I still have nail beds at this point. Frankie's writing seems to get even more phenomenal after ever book that she writes. I love her Hope series but I fell hard for this one. Fans of dystopian novels will love this ride! 

Be warned, there is a fair amount of violence in Raksha and the author does not hold back when it comes to gore. I love gore! I say "the more, the better." It had just the right amount of angst when it came to the romance department. I feel like you can't go big with romance in these types of books simply for the fact that people are killing each other. Kinda sucks the romance out of you. I can't help but love these characters. I don't want to spoil anything but I mourn the loss of Cai. Even in death I frickin love him and I'm a little sad I didn't get to know him more. I almost wish that Frankie will write a short story on him but that's a conversation left between us. Kit and Ryka.... I just love them both to pieces. I just think it's so fucked up for her to leave one messed up society to one that's equally terrible. I loved the ending of the story and it left me curious for what is to come in the series. I really hope you will all take a chance and read this book.

I focus on him and clench my dagger in my hand. The sea of voices swells, and I’m certain I can pick out Miranda’s deranged shrieking, yelling over and over again, “End him! End him!”

Falin Asha’s brown eyes fix on me and it looks for a second like he’s crying. That can’t be right, though. I hover just out of his reach, staring at him. “What’s going on?”

He smiles crookedly and brushes his hair back out of his face. “It’s going to be okay, all right? Remember that.”

I’m so thrown by his comment that I am utterly unprepared for what he does next. The knife in his hand snakes out toward me, and I skitter away from him to the left. He knows how I react, however, and he moves with me, my mirror image.

He darts for me and does the unthinkable, something that spells the end to the fight and me along with it: he grabs hold of my striking arm at the wrist. A low gasp runs around the Colosseum, growing in pitch until it’s a rushing echo in my ears. I try and fumble for the Balisong on my belt, hoping I can flick it open and use it, but Falin Asha is there before me. He doesn’t knock my hand away, just holds his over it. He pulls me closer to him and sucks in a deep breath.

“Don’t let them see,” he hisses. With that, I feel a twisting movement between our two bodies, and then his eyes go wide. He looks stunned, the way Elin children do when they fall and they’re unsure whether they’re supposed to cry or not. I look down and see his own knife submerged up to the handle in his stomach. A cracking, bubbling noise comes out of his throat, and he smiles slowly at me. The whole Colosseum has gone deadly silent. I can think nothing other than this: What have you done? What on earth have you gone and done?

Frankie Rose is a British expat, who is currently enjoying the perks of living in Australia- her awesome husband, sunshine, and vitamin D. She spends her time creating fictional universes in which the guy sometimes gets the girl, the heros occasionally die, and the endings aren't always happy. But they usually are.

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