After fighting for centuries to be together, Ever and Damen’s future hinges on one final showdown that will leave readers gasping for breath. Don’t miss this explosive new installment of the #1 bestselling series that’s enchanted millions across the world!Haven still blames Ever for the death of her boyfriend Roman, no matter how hard Ever’s tried to convince her it was an accident. Now she’s determined to take Ever down...and destroy Damen and Jude along the way. Her first step is to tear Ever and Damen apart—and she has just the ammunition to do it.Hidden in one of Ever’s past lives is a terrible secret about Damen—a secret that illuminates new facts about her relationship with Jude, but that’s so dark and brutal it might be enough to drive her and Damen apart once and for all. As Ever faces her greatest fears about the guy she wants to spend eternity with, she’s thrust into a deadly clash with Haven that could destroy them all.Now it’ll take everything she’s got—and bring out powers she never knew she had—to face down her most formidable enemy. But in order to win, she must first ask herself: is her own survival worth dooming Haven to an eternity of darkness in the Shadowland? And will learning the truth about Damen’s past hold the key to their future?

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Night Star (The Immortals, #5)

Alyson NoeÌ#x88;l

Noël, Alyson

Alyson Noël

Worth Publishers, Incorporated

St. Martin's Press

Wadsworth

Immortals, 1st ed., New York, New York State, 2010

Immortals, First edition, New York, 2010

United States, United States of America

The immortals, 1st ed, New York, 2010

1st Edition, FR, 2010

Reprint, 2010

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Book 5

<DIV><DIV><P>Chapter One</P><P>“You’ll never beat me. You’ll never win this one, Ever. It’s impossible. You can’t do it. So why waste your time?”</P><P>I narrow my gaze and peer into her face—taking in her small, pale features, her dark cloud of hair, the absence of light in her hate-filled gaze.</P><P>My teeth clenched tightly, voice low and measured, I say, “Don’t be so sure. You’re running a serious risk of overestimating yourself. In fact, you are overestimating yourself. I’m one hundred percent sure of it.”</P><P>She scoffs. Loudly, derisively, the sound of it echoing throughout the large empty room, bouncing off the plank wood floors to the bare white walls, meant to scare, or at the very least intimidate and throw me off my game.</P><P>But it won’t work.</P><P>Can’t work.</P><P>I’m too focused for that.</P><P>All of my energy concentrated down to one single point, until everything else fades away and it’s just me, my readied fist, and Haven’s third chakra—also known as the solar plexus chakra—the home of anger, fear, hate, and the tendency toward putting too much emphasis on power, recognition, and revenge.</P><P>My gaze narrowed on its location like a bull’s-eye, right smack dab in the center of her leather-clad torso.</P><P>Knowing that one quick, well-directed jab is all it’ll take to reduce her to nothing more than a sad bit of history.</P><P>A cautionary tale of power gone wrong.</P><P>Gone.</P><P>In an instant.</P><P>Leaving nothing behind but a pair of black stiletto boots and a small pile of dust—the only real reminder that she was ever here.</P><P>Even though I never wanted it to get to this point, even though I tried to work it out, tried to reason with her, to convince her to come to her senses so we could move toward some kind of understanding—cut some kind of deal—in the end, she refused to give up.</P><P>Refused to give in.</P><P>Refused to let go of her misguided quest for revenge.</P><P>Leaving me with no choice but to kill or be killed.</P><P>Leaving me with no doubt of how this one ends.</P><P>“You’re too weak.” She circles. Moving slowly, carefully, her gaze never once leaving mine. The stiletto heels of her boots assaulting the floor as she says, “You’re no match for me. Never were, never will be.” She stops and places her hands on her hips, head cocked to the side, allowing a stream of glossy dark waves to fall over her shoulder and hang well past her waist. “You could’ve let me die months ago. You already had your chance. But you chose to give me the elixir instead. And now you regret it? Because you don’t approve of what I’ve become?” She pauses long enough to roll her eyes. “Well too bad. You have only yourself to blame. You’re the one who made me this way. I mean, what kind of creator kills her own creation, anyway?”</P><P>“I may have made you an immortal, but you took it from there,” I say, the words firm, deliberate, ground out between clenched teeth, despite Damen having coached me to stay quiet, stay focused, to make it swift and clean, and not unnecessarily engage her in any way.</P><P>Save your regrets for later, he said.</P><P>But the fact that we’ve found ourselves here means there is no later where Haven’s concerned. And despite what it’s come to, I’m still determined to get to her, to reach her, before it’s too late.</P><P>“We don’t have to do this.” My gaze locks on hers, hoping to convince. “We can stop right here, right now. This doesn’t have to go any further than it already has.”</P><P>“Ha, you wish!” she sings, gleefully mocking. “I can see it in your eyes. You can’t do it. No matter how much you think I deserve it, no matter how much you try to convince yourself of that, you’re too soft. So what makes you think it’ll be any different this time around?”</P><P>Because now you’re dangerous—and not just to yourself, but to everyone else as well. This time is different, entirely different. As you’re about to see...</P><P>Curling my fingers so tightly my knuckles instantly blanch, I steal a second to center myself, find my balance, and replenish my light—just as Ava taught me to do—while keeping my hand low and steady, my gaze fixed on hers, my mind cleared of all extraneous thoughts, face cleared of all extraneous feelings—as Damen recently coached.</P><P>The key is to give nothing away, he claimed, to move quickly, with purpose. To get the deed done before she has the chance to ever see it coming—won’t even realize what hit her ’til it’s way past too late.</P><P>Until her body has disintegrated and her soul’s moved on to that bleak, dreary place.</P><P>Refusing her even the slightest opportunity to make a move or fight back.</P><P>A lesson learned on a long-ago battlefield that I never thought would apply to my life.</P><P>But even though Damen warned me against it, I can’t keep from apologizing. Can’t stop the words forgive me from coursing from my mind to hers. Seeing her respond in the flash of pity that tempers her gaze before it’s quickly diminished by the usual mix of hate and disdain.</P><P>Her fist rising—aiming for me—but it’s too late. Mine’s already in motion, moving forward, in full swing. Slamming right into her solar plexus, sending her reeling—spinning—shattering—headed straight into the infinite abyss.</P><P>The Shadowland.</P><P>The eternal home for lost souls.</P><P>Aware of my own sudden intake of breath as I watch how quickly she disintegrates. Fragmenting so easily it’s hard to imagine she was ever once solid form.</P><P>My gut churning, heart crashing, mouth so dry and parched no words will come. My body reacting as though what just happened before me—the act I just committed—wasn’t just a game of make-believe, but the horrifying real deal.</P><P>“You did well. You were right on target, right on your mark,” Damen says, crossing the room in a fraction of an instant, his warm, strong arms sliding around me as he pulls me close to his chest. His voice lilting softly in my ear as he adds, “Though you seriously might want to lose the forgive me part until after she’s gone. Trust me, I know you feel bad, Ever, and I can’t say I blame you, but it’s like we’ve discussed, in a case like this, it’s either you or her. Only one can survive. And if you don’t mind, I prefer it to be you.” He runs the tip of his finger down the length of my cheek, tucking a stray chunk of long blond hair behind my ear, before he adds, “You can’t afford to give her any sign of what’s to come. So please, save the apology for after, okay?”</P><P>I nod and pull away, still fighting to steady my breath. Glancing over my shoulder at the pile of black leather and lace on the floor. All that remains of the Haven I manifested, before I blink it away and erase every trace.</P><P>Stretching my neck from side to side, and shaking out each of my limbs in a move that could be taken as either letting off steam or preparing for more, Damen choosing to interpret it as the latter when he smiles and says, “So, another go then?”</P><P>But I just look at him and shake my head. I’m done for the day. Done with pretending to kill off the ghostly, soulless form of a former best friend.</P><P>It’s our last day of summer, our last day of freedom, and there are much better ways for us to spend it.</P><P>Taking in the sweep of longish, wavy dark hair that spills across his forehead and falls into those amazing brown eyes, before drifting over the bridge of his nose, the angle of his cheekbones, to the swell of his lips, where I pause long enough to remember how wonderful they feel against mine.</P><P>“Let’s go to the pavilion,” I say, my eyes eagerly searching his before moving on to his simple black tee, the silk cord bearing the cluster of crystals that hides underneath, all the way down to his faded denim jeans and the brown, rubber flip-flops on his feet. “Let’s go have fun,” I reiterate, taking a moment to close my eyes and manifest a whole new costume change for myself. Swapping out the T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers I wore to train in, for a replica of one of the more beautiful, low-cut, corseted gowns I sometimes wore in my Parisian life.</P><P>And all it takes is one look at his clouded gaze to tell me it’s as good as done. The lure of the pavilion is pretty much impossible to resist.</P><P>It’s the only place where we can truly touch without the interference of the energy shield—where our skin can meet, and our DNA mingle, without any imminent danger to Damen’s soul.</P><P>The only place where we can disappear into another world that holds none of the dangers of the one that we live in.</P><P>And even though I no longer resent the limitations of our life here, no longer pay it much notice now that I know it’s a direct result of my making the right choice, the only choice, that my choosing to make Damen drink Roman’s elixir is the only reason he’s still with me today—the only thing that saved him from an eternity in the Shadowland—I’m happy to accept his touch in any form that it comes.</P><P>But still, now that I know there’s a place where it gets so much better than this, I’m determined to get there, and now would be good.</P><P>“But what about practice? School starts tomorrow and I don’t want you to get caught off guard,” he says, obviously struggling to do what’s noble and right even though it’s clear that our trip to the pavilion is as good as done. “We have no idea what she’s planned, so we have to prepare for the worst. Besides, we haven’t even gotten to the Tai Chi yet, and I think we really need to. You’ll be amazed at the way it helps to balance out your energy—recharging it in a way that—”</P><P>“You know what else is good at recharging my energy?” I smile, allowing him no time to answer before my lips meet his, willing him to just say the word so we can go to a place where I can kiss him for real.</P><P>The warmth of his gaze filling me with a glorious swarm of the tingle and heat only he can provide. Pulling away as he says, “Fine. You win. But then you always do, don’t you?” He smiles, his gaze happily dancing with mine.</P><P>Grabbing hold of my hand and closing his eyes, as the two of us step through a shimmering veil of soft golden light.</P><P>NIGHT STAR Copyright © 2010 by Alyson Noël, L.L.C</P></DIV></DIV> <BR><BR><i>Continues...</i> <!-- copyright notice --> <br></pre> <blockquote><hr noshade size='1'><font size='-2'> Excerpted from <b>Night Star</b> by <b>Alyson Nol</b> Copyright © 2010 by Alyson Nol. Excerpted by permission.<br> All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.<br>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

<p><p>with 2 Million Copies Of Her Immortals Series In Print, Alyson No&#235;l Is One Of The Hottest Paranormal Teen Authors Writing Today.&#160; <i>night Star</i> Continues The Epic Love Story That Has Enchanted Readers Across The World.&#160; In This Installment, Ever And Damen Face Down Bitter Rivals, Jealous Friends And Their Own Worst Fears&#8212;all In The Hope Of Being Together Forever.&#160; <i>night Star</i> Is Guaranteed To Mesmerize Fans And Leave Them Breathlessly Awaiting The Sixth And Final Book!</p><h3>voya</h3><p>seventeen-year-old Ever Bloom Continues To Narrate Her Tale Of Danger And Self-discovery In This Fifth Book Of The Immortal (st. Martin's Press) Series. The Summer Is At An End And Ever Has Convinced Herself To Return To High School For Her Senior Year. This Resolution Lasts Only One Day When She Discovers That Her Former Friend, A Reinvented And Revengeful Haven, Is Now The Most Popular Girl In School. As Both Girls Learn To Deal With A New Pecking Order, Unique Paranormal Powers, And Complicated Relationships, They Find Their World Spiraling Out Of Control. Damen, Ever's Long-lived Soul Mate, Is Absent For Many Of Her And Haven's Convoluted Confrontations. Although He Manages To Show Up For The Predictable Showdown, It Is Up To Ever To Resolve A Precarious Situation. The Mythology Surrounding The Forever-young Characters Is Interesting And Consistent. The Inventive Settings Of The Mystical Summerland And Shadowland Are Well-described And Have Strong Spiritual Inferences. However, It Is Difficult To Understand Why Someone Who Has Been Reincarnated As Many Times As Ever Has Learned So Little Wisdom And Self-discipline. Her Favorite Reactions To Conflict Seem To Be Rolling Her Eyes, Playing With The Hem Of Her Skirt, And Thinking One Thing But Doing The Opposite. (the Contradiction Of An Immortal Being Who Is Constantly Involved In Life-threatening Situations Seems Counterintuitive.) Because This Book Contains A Credible Back-story, It Is Not Necessary To Read Its Predecessors. Conversely, The Last Chapter's Lack Of Resolution May Leave The Reader Frustrated. Reviewer: Lynne Farrell Stover</p>

After fighting for centuries to be together, Ever and Damien's future hinges on one final showdown that will leave readers gasping for breath. Don't miss this explosive new installment of the number-one bestselling series that's enchanted millions across the world!
Haven still blames Ever for the death of her boyfriend Roman, no matter how hard Evers tried to convince her it was an accident. Now shes determined to take Ever down and destroy Damen and Jude along the way. Her first step is to tear Ever and Damen apartand she has just the ammunition to do it.
Hidden in one of Evers past lives is a terrible secret about Damena secret that illuminates new facts about her relationship with Jude, but thats so dark and brutal it might be enough to drive her and Damen apart once and for all. As Ever faces her greatest fears about the guy she wants to spend eternity with, shes thrust into a deadly clash with Haven that could destroy them all.
Now itll take everything shes gotand bring out powers she never knew she hadto face down her most formidable enemy. But in order to win, she must first ask herself: is her own survival worth dooming Haven to an eternity of darkness in the Shadowland? And will learning the truth about Damens past hold the key to their future?

Best friends make the worst enemies—they know all your secrets, your weaknesses, and just how to hurt you most...
After fighting for centuries to be together, Ever and Damen's future hinges on one final showdown that will leave readers gasping for breath. Don't miss this explosive new installment of the number one bestselling series that's enchanted millions across the world!

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