The Whispering Dark: The bewitching academic rivals to lovers slow burn debut fantasy

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He regarded her for a long moment before bringing a hand to his chest. Before tapping it against his sternum. Once. Twice. The sign for mine. The girl reached out and touched a mitten to Colton’s chin. The wool came away red. She held it up between them for inspection. “You’re bleeding.” Delaney wants to keep her distance from Colton - she seems to be the only person on campus who finds him more arrogant than charming - yet after a Godbole student turns up dead, she and Colton are forced to form a tenuous alliance, plummeting down a rabbit-hole of deeply buried university secrets. But Delaney and Colton discover the cost of opening the doors between worlds when they find themselves up against something old and nameless, an enemy they need to destroy before it tears them - and their forbidden partnership - apart.

The video looked like something out of The Twilight Zone. One instant, the student stood perfectly still and stared behind the camera, waiting for a cue. Then, with a nod, he took a single step. The sky swallowed him up. The air rippled like water in his wake. He didn’t reappear. Delaney Meyers-Petrov is tired of being treated as some fragile thing – a breakable girl made of glass – just because she’s deaf. So when she’s accepted into a prestigious program at Godbole University that trains students to slip between parallel worlds, she jumps at the chance to prove herself. But Delaney, or Lane as she’s affectionately called, struggles to assimilate to student life. Falling behind before she’s even started, Lane faces pressure from her professors who won’t accommodate her disability. Then there’s pretentious undergrad teaching assistant Colton Price, who seems to despise Lane on first sight. Ok here's a list some of my fave quotes (doesn't even cover half of them but this is already getting so long): Her parents had been visibly hesitant, but their abhorrence of discipline meant they wouldn’t ever force her hand. “Lane,” they’d said, “ if it’s a degree you want, there are plenty of online programs with manageable tuitions. Not only that, but they’ll be far more accommodating to your needs. There’s no bar here. You don’t have anything to prove.” Kelly Andrew's prose is aching and lyrical, the mark of a master in the making' Hafsah Faizal, NEW YORK TIMES bestselling author of WE HUNT THE FLAME

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I took a lot of clippings trying to capture what it was about the writing that was pulling me out of the story, and reviewing the clippings made me realize it was the sheer repetition, combined with a heaping dose of metaphors and similes with the assist. Once or twice every so often to punctuate a point: great. For every description, big or small: no thank you, not for me.

THE WHISPERING DARK will burrow into your bones and nestle deep, refusing to let go. Kelly Andrew’s prose is aching and lyrical, the mark of a master in the making. This is a story I won’t soon forget‘ Hafsah Faizal, NEW YORK TIMES bestselling author of WE HUNT THE FLAME A haunting, dreamlike tale of sacrifice, love, and obsession' Cassandra Clare, #1 NEW YORK TIMES bestselling author of THE LAST HOURS Courtesy Scholastic. Illustrated by Sasha Vinogradova; Art Direction by Maeve Norton. Part One: The Resurrection of Colton Price Writing: As I said, it was beautiful, but it was also not great at a lot of points, when the scenes shifted. One second we were being told she’s in her room and literally the next sentence is her having a conversation with someone in her class. In that aspect I think this book needed an editor, or maybe the final form of this book might be different as I read it as an e-arc? I don’t know.Listen. This, in my opinion, feels a lot more like a New Adult than a Young Adult. Like, y'all, it scared the shit out of me in some parts. I had my wig 𝗦𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗 (⚆ᗝ⚆) AND I LOVED THAT ASPECT

Next to Lane, some of the tension went out of Hayes’s shoulders. The sight of his relief rankled Colton beyond measure. He wasn’t a child. He didn’t need a keeper. Your presence is expected at the Godbole building, auditorium B, on the morning of September 1st. More information pertaining to your placement can be accessed on the global student portal. Please see the attached documents for your login information. If you have any questions, feel free to call the student resources department at the number listed below. Your favorite flower,” he repeated. “You said you don’t like roses, but there are over four hundred thousand types of flowering plants.” He spoke in a slur, his words running all together. “It’d be easier if you told me which you liked to save me from having to buy them all.”

I know there are those who view trigger warnings as spoilers, so if that's you, I advise you to scroll no further) Colton’s thoughts spun out, scrambling for something intelligent to say. Falling woefully short, he landed only on, “You’re late.”

The question tore through him. Lane was his. She'd alwas been his. And he was hers. They were painted the same shades. Threaded with the same lines. He'd spent his whole life drawn to her, and she to him.” As a side note, the side characters, to me, were very underdeveloped. For instance, I felt like Lane's friends were just there so she wouldn't be a loner in school. They didn't really contribute much to the plot and didn't have arcs of their own. Delaney wants to keep her distance from Colton — she seems to be the only person on campus who finds him more arrogant than charming — yet after a Godbole student turns up dead, she and Colton are forced to form a tenuous alliance, plummeting down a rabbit-hole of deeply buried university secrets. But Delaney and Colton discover the cost of opening the doors between worlds when they find themselves up against something old and nameless, an enemy they need to destroy before it tears them — and their forbidden partnership — apart.

Let’s start with what I loved- the writing OHMYGOD IT WAS GORGEOUS, and also the only thing that kept me going. The concept sounded so good and I loved the vibes, but it just wasn’t enough. I’m Lane,” she said. She spoke to Hayes, but she looked at him. It felt as though she was daring him to say it again. He couldn't help it. He went where she led, like a paper kite on a string. He was hopelessly caught, twisted in her branches. His line tangled. His spine splintered. His sail all in tatters. There was no clean way to work himself free". If you compare it to "Ninth House", which is one of my favorite books of all time along with its sequel, yes, it's a YA version of it. When you compare it to "The Raven Boys", it feels like the NA version of it and with "The Atlas Six" it matches perfectly~•~