HEART STRING (His Concert)

                                    // His Concert//

Note- This is the third chapter. To read first chapter click here. To read second chapter click here. 

Dear Diary,

The day has finally come. I can’t wait more to see him. I can’t express my excitement; there is nothing more to say...

See you soon  

        
I closed my diary and marched towards the door. Within one hour I reached in his concert, the place was huge as I was never been to one before. My eyes got wide to see the crowd. They were cheering for him, that scene cherished me the most. Then his name was announced and he appeared on the stage. In these few years he aged a little, he had grown longer and must be six feet now.

He smiled at the crowd, but his eyes searching something. The focus shifted from one end of the gallery to the other and the faces were magnified on the larger screen. He waved at the crowd gracefully. For a moment I thought his eyes met mine, but how could that be possible. Then he began his speech by saying his new album is for someone special; who took care of him, who melted his ice stone heart and who always supported him despite of any situation.

I had noticed that thankfully my side seats were empty for some reason. May be people were coming I thought to myself. I don’t like so many crowds and secondly, I also hate the attention.

Then he held the guitar closer to him and started singing “ Will you be staying with me forever... The two of us love each other... Live a happy life for a hundred and thousand years... To be honest with you, I like you more than you like me...”

He was putting his voice, heart as well as soul into the song. The lyrics and tune were complementing each other. I even could feel the pure feeling he had for ‘someone special’.  I was devoured by his song. By the time he finished his song; I stood with the crowd, started shouting, clapping with the people around me. After a few seconds a wide smile played on his face and at the same time the focus rested on me and he walked towards me. I was dumbstruck.  That was way beyond my understanding level.

His  p.o.v.

 At first I was nervous whether I’m going to see her or not. And then I saw her sitting alone in the first row of VIP seats as I planned. She was smiling at me at that instant I knew what I have to do; I waited for my first song to be completed which was sung for her. Then I made my way towards her and simultaneously started my song which I used to sing during our school days. Her favorite one “You have fallen for me”. She was also unaware that at that time I had written it for her. I was enjoying her stupefied look. My every step rhythmically matched with my song.

Everything about us started coincidentally
At first I didn't know that this was going to be loved, but to think that this was actually love
My heart keeps on going thump...
When you look at me, you keep on smiling without you even noticing,
And before you even realized, you started to fall for me

You’ve fallen for me, fallen for me, you melted because of my sweet love
You’ve fallen for me, fallen for me, you’ve fallen for the look in my eyes
See my eyes, you’ve fallen for me
See my eyes, you’ve fallen for me....

I came up each step and stopped in front of her. I was so happy to see her that I could have hugged her right away, but something held me from doing that. After those lines I paused for her response, but in return I got silence.

Hope she understood this, my indirect confession... But instead she ran away. Why? I didn’t get it. But I knew that I have to go after her. This time I will not lose her.

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P.S. - This story is inspired from a Korean series of same name and a story of Pratikshya (Words unspoken). This story has four parts or chapters. It is the third chapter.

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HEART STRING (Memories)

                       // MEMORIES//

           Note- This is the second chapter. To read first chapter click here.

Dear Diary,

Memories can be sweet or sour. But I knew that those precious times with him always be the special memory for me. During those days he used to sing his roughly composed songs “you have fallen for me”, “My princess”, “coffee mug” and etc. Out of which “You have fallen for me” was my favorite one. I wanted to hear his voice but couldn't bear if he doesn't recognize mine. Now I also clearly remember on a spring evening I was filling my scrapbook with our pictures when he barged into my room without knocking.  I suddenly placed that scrap book under my pillow. I snapped at him with my teddy and we argued about knocking. Then I dragged him out of my room to the terrace and there he told me he has something important to tell me. At first I thought he was going to confess about his feeling. I thought he had the same feeling as mine, but instead of that he told me about his selection for a music album. I stunned for a moment; didn't understand whether I was feeling happy that his dream is going to be fulfilled or sad that he is going to leave me soon. But I suppressed all my emotions and congratulated him. Some emotions are unspoken; he should have seen that in my eyes....

What I’m expecting right now. I have wasted three hours to decide what to wear tomorrow. Because tomorrow is the day I’m going to see him in his concert and tomorrow is going to be a long day...

See you soon     
           
I closed my diary, then changed into my shorts and went to bed. I couldn't sleep that night and ended up hearing his song 'you took my heart away' from his first music album. I knew that between two hearts ones’ will be accepted where the others’ have to remained close.

Staring at the moon, so blue
Turning all my thoughts to you
I was without hopes or dreams
I tried to dull an inner scream
But you saw me through

Walking on a path of air
See your faces everywhere
As you melt this heart of stone
You take my hand to guide me home
And now I'm in love

You took my heart away
When my whole world was gray
You gave me everything
And a little bit more....



His  p.o.v.

I didn't know whether she is coming to my concert or not. It had been already four years I last saw her. I gave her my number but she never contacted me and instead she changed her number. Recently I found her through Facebook. I didn't believe she used a fake name but a grin came on my face when I had seen her comments on my every post. I wanted to see her and hear her voice so desperately that I organized a fake lucky draw and send her an invitation for my tomorrow’s concert. But I didn't get any confirmation yet. I can’t let her go and I will never let her go...no matter what.

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P.S. - This story is inspired from a Korean series of same name and a story of Pratikshya (Words unspoken). This story has four parts or chapters. It is the second chapter.

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HEART STRING (Dear Diary)

                                           //Dear Diary//

It was a dark and stormy night and was heavily pouring down with thunder and lightning. Electricity supply was out all through the place. There she was, sitting near the window with her diary, where she put all her emotions, thoughts, feelings and her secrets. The secret she never shares with anyone only with her diary. Opening her diary, she started her writing.

Dear Diary,

I don’t know how to start, but today I watched a talk-show where he said that he already has someone special in his life. I don’t understand whether the tears are forming in my eyes were for grief or happiness. My eyes are swollen from the constant two hours of cry. I want to overcome it, May be he doesn't remember me now. I never know exactly when I fall for him; was it the time when he rescued me from the goons or we promised to never be apart from each other or when we ran together holding hands.  He promised me that he will come back for me, but he never once in those four long years. But still a hope was there until today...

See you soon


I again heard his songs. A vivid memory reminded me the first time we meet each other was when we were only eight years old. It’s like a very common story. It all started with a big fight, but ended with us being best friends. But now it took me a while to realize that our past was real. I thought he had forgotten me in these four long years. Sometimes I gathered all my courage to call him, but cut it just before it connects. Now I read about him on the internet, Facebook, fan page and talk-shows. I watched how people are admiring him; copying his style. I have to move on, maybe sacrifice is the word I can use in my case.

A message popped up on my laptop window, making me come back to reality. I never realized that when the light came back. Oh... I have forgotten to log out from my email account. I came near my laptop and opened that mail, it said that I received one of the few invitations to his concert. I didn't understand if I mean to get one or it’s just a coincidence. But I choose the second one. I will go and cheer him standing in the audience. Perhaps I won’t get a chance in future.

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P.s.- This story is inspired from a korean series of same name and a story of Pratikshya (Words unspoken). This story has four parts or chapters.

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GOD IS A GAMER

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Publisher : Penguin Books India


Price : Rs. 299/-


Genre : Thriller

There are so many thriller books that can leave an imprint in reader’s mind. Readers are mesmerised by that books and they started to follow the tune of the book. Ravi Subramanian’s “GOD IS A GAMER” is one of those kinds. To compel readers a unique hit idea is required, Here Ravi Subramanian has shed the idea of modern times i.e. bitcoins.

The book starts with a discussion between two corporate honchos; one is MasterCard and the other is Visa International. There are a lot of things going on in parallel picture; an explosion in Washington D.C. leads the FBI to a chase in Mumbai. In India things are also taking their own shape; a banker slips from the rooftop of a high-rise building and falls to her death.  Aditya Rao the head of a struggling gaming company tastes the success after Varun, a genius join him. And lastly the finance minister discovers that He has made some promises which will cost him in future.  Everything is co-related and the revelation will shock you as the truth will step by step gets unfold.  

God Is a Gamer is a world where money means nothing, martyrs are villains, predators are prey, assassination is taught by the ancient Greeks and nothing is as it seems.

The plot is tight and it can compel the reader to turn a couple of pages to know what will happen next. The number of characters, their motives and their struggles which prompt their actions may overwhelm you by the sheer volume of them, and may seem difficult to keep a track of at times. Every stroke is broad and each page covers a lot of action, juggling between nations like an enthusiastic performer at a circus. 

The cover and title of the book is nice and stylish; it has that efficient power to attract reader towards it. The cover is about a lone man standing along with a symbol of bitcoin. The chapters are small, complementing each other and it is not difficult to decipher the entire drama.

The large number of characters somehow makes the story clumsier. The story dulls a little in the middle portion but takes up at the end part. The end part is still not as proficient as compared to the initial part; a lot of actions going on in each chapter. You can guess the culprit with not much difficulty.

In this book bitcoins are referred as sugar coated bitter pill. As a thriller genre the book successfully sheds its charm and captures the heart of readers. The author’s effort also remarkable; he has penned the story marvelously.

Ravi Subramanian is a promising Indian author. A banker by profession, Subramanian has written popular thrillers about banking and bankers. Along with two awards winning titles “The incredible banker” and “The bankster”.

I will recommend it to all who loves thriller with a unique story plot and wants to taste the little essence of love, lies, and secret along with goose bumping thriller. It is not a quick read but neither lengthy also. I will give 4 out of 5 stars to this book.  

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Love Lasts Forever...

Author: Vikrant Khanna
Publisher: Shrishti Publishers & Distributors
Number of Pages: 248
Price [INR] : 150
Genre: Fiction

 Ronit falls madly in love with a beautiful girl, Aisha, when he was eighteen and wants to marry her instantly. After her protest for seven years she finally agrees for the marriage. He thought that his love for her will last longer. He has seen the soul mate in her. And they get married.  A week later, he hates his lady love from the bottom of his heart. He doesn't understand why she changed so much.

To escape from her and his messed up married life; he leaves in a ship to work. But his perception about love and life change when he hears the poignant love story of his captain, on a ship. But unfortunately that ship later gets hijacked by the pirates of Somalia.  

As they are left fighting for their lives they confront if love truly can last forever...? But does it get too late?

Love lasts forever is a combination of love, humor and ego. It is a quick read for a Sunday afternoon. The language of the book is well-spoken and simple. There are two love stories going on in a parallel motion with different time period and with different generations; one is Ronit’s and the other is Shekhar’s, his captain.  Believe me once you start reading it you can’t keep it away from you. This book clearly gives a chance to reconsider love, commitment as sometimes we don’t get a second chance.  

At first I didn’t like Ronit, perhaps due to his perception on women. He even thought of divorcing his wife. But at last I also fall for this character. I like some lines, when he take advice from his friend Joey Sing, “Men go shopping to buy what they want; but women go shopping to know what they want”.

I love the captain’s love story. It was simple yet has the power to shed some tears from people’s eye. You can feel the warmness in captain’s touching story.

The cover of the book is quite attractive, at first glance I also attracted to its cover.

Some of the lines I really liked

“It’s not too hard to keep a woman happy. All they want is your love, care, support, and apparently a good ear”.

“How can someone be so much in love that everything in his life revolves around that person he loves? And why do these feelings never cease, instead flourish with each passing day?”

I will give 3.5 stars out of 5 to this book.

About The Author

Vikrant Khanna grew up in Delhi. He studied at the Tagore International School. He has also penned the bestselling book The India I Dream of… and the Facebook Revolution Begins!! And When Life Tricked Me… And Love Kicked Me. He joined the Merchant Navy as a deck officer and later became a Chief Officer. Vikrant eventually completed his masters to become a Captain. He is also a keen guitarist who composes his own songs and is adept at cooking.

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A letter to my cousin

This time blogadda bought a topic to write a letter to someone you miss in this diwali. So I’m writing to my cousin who is two year older than me. We have celebrated most of the diwalis together.

Dear sister,

I hope everything is fine in your house. You must be enjoying Diwali at your home, but I miss the perks of being with you. How is your preparation for bank P.O. exams going on?  You are appearing that exams in the coming month na? So how is uncle and aunt? What are doing in this diwali, I mean anything special?  

 Ohh! Stupid of me. I’m asking only questions, but you know my curiosity level na. Papa has already brought diyas, sweets and crackers. Mama and I will be doing the rangoli. Today we were deciding the menu for lunch and dinner. I know we have celebrated previous Diwali together and this time it is impossible for you to come here, as your bank exams are coming near.  All the things without you will be incomplete. Remember I will say it again, there is not much time when you walk out of road for a journey to chase your dreams, happiness is the first thing you will need in that time.

Okay you must be thinking in a festive season how can I bore you by giving lectures. I feel a little old after glancing back to past days.  So I will stop here. Listen don’t you dare to eat all the chocolates alone. Stay happy and energetic.

Waiting for your reply 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Yours little sister,  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Appy

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A DATE WITH GOD

I tiptoed towards the slanting bridge with a red coated white gown and my red sandal. I have to cross the bridge so that I can reach my destination. But I didn’t know where I’m heading to or why? The only thing I knew was someone is waiting for me.

After I cross the bridge a beautiful classic garden popped up in my view. It was rich in different types flower plants. But what drew my attention were orchid flowers, I love them. As I moved ahead my gaze fell on a white glass table and two chairs placed in the middle of the garden.

I came closer to that table and saw a beautiful man was walking towards me from the other direction; Light beams were coming from him. Wait!!! Did I say beautiful?

“Finally you have come, I was waiting for you.” He stated with a smile on his face. “Umm...hello may I know who are you? And why I’m here?” I was confused at that time and he must have seen it on my face. “Who I’m not important but Arpita Did you forgot we have a date today.”  He threw his hand in air to show me to sit in the chair. I silently followed his command. “Arpita did you wish to score good marks in exams?” I didn’t get his question. “Yes, I mean everybody want it” I said it with a-quite-obvious look. “But if you didn’t work hard and only wish then how can you succeed? You also give up so quickly. May I know why?” He retorted again.

“May be I’m like that, I get depressed by failure. And maybe I’m not getting enough motivation.” I murmured with a sad expression. He extended his hand and lifted my chin up so that we were facing each other. “That’s why I’m here Arpita, to motivate you because life can’t be perfect without motivations. And my dear there is a say that the strongest people aren’t always the people who win, but the people who don’t give up when they lose.”  I saw a twinkle in his eyes when he was explaining things to me.

“What do you want to eat?” his question made me think a little. “Umm...I’m not much of an eater but if you insists then cutlet will be fine.”  It’s because I don’t like vegetables and potato is my one n only favorite veggie. “Cutlet, you eat that daily. Let’s eat salad?” Ohh...GOD how he knew that I eat cutlet daily. “Actually I don’t eat much veggie. So salad is not my liking.” A faint smile crossed across his face. “You are throwing your attitude like a princess. You don’t like vegetables but you know people don’t get vegetables.” He was saying the truth but the truth always hurt more.

“Arpita you are a nice girl. So live as if you were to die tomorrow. And learn as if you were to live forever. We have to hurry up It’s your get up time na?” again he smiled. “But you didn’t tell me who are you?” I asked this time out of curiosity. How did he know so many things about me? “You can call me your well wisher.”  

With that the garden started to fade along with the scenery and darkness started to engulf me. I saw my phone was in my hand and an alarm was ringing at 6 pm. I didn’t even realize when that phone came to my hand. “See you soon my well wisher” I shouted aloud.

I opened my eyes and observed my surrounding. It was the same familiar my room and I were in my bed. Was that all a dream? I patted my forearm and thought I had a date with GOD.

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LOVE AND HATE

If I look down my life, I can see so many experiences starting from friendship to break up to emotional breakdown.  But that one feeling I never want to forget i.e. Love and Hate.

During my school days I walked home from school with my equally skinny best friend Viviane.  And on our way back we generally talked about Jake. Ahh...Before that let me tell you all that Jake was my sworn enemy or worst enemy. I hated him with my life. Every time Jake and few other friends of his taunted us. They had also invented a thousand ways to make me cry.

My Dad always assured me “they only do that because they like you honey. Cassie you know if you don’t react then only they will stop bothering you.” I didn’t realize at that time that the torture from Jake was actually attention. By the tenth grade I was used to that torture. By that point Jake had moved on to hitting us with water filled balloons.

I had known him for five years but the funny thing was we considered each other friends. I knew he somehow enjoyed my company. When others were not around then he would talk to me. He had taught me how to skeet but he never mentioned it to anyone. He behaved so nice to me in private but he always maintained the tough exterior in front of others. We even held hands on my sixteenth birthday and watched the sunset together.   

When I had completed high school, we got into separated universities. On a summer I returned home from my first year of college, I ran into Jake. He was living on his own at that time. I found myself sitting in his apartment. We talked about those years when he bullied me, made me cry and even gave comfort me. After that I asked him, “Did you ever have a crush on me?”

And he responded, “Yes Cassie I had a crush on you the whole time but fear of losing you.”

We shared the love and hate relationship. Even now also I haven’t forgotten that memories.

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THE SMILING STRANGER

Imagine the bus stop like this

It was mid September. And Kolkata was much crowed due to upcoming Durga puja. I was waiting for the second bus as I missed the first one due to some work in school. Yes I’m Divya Mukharjee, a school teacher by profession. The breeze blowing on the bridge was the only relief for my exhaustions.

After the waiting of ten more minutes I got my bus. I looked around, as I generally do to observe people, read their faces and capture their vivid expressions. Looking around, I ended up with nothing interesting to invest time in and focus on. I took the window seat and after some time a girl with hazel eyes and smiling face sat beside me.

“So!!! You are from Kolkata?” she was the one to break the silence first. “Yes and you are?”I replied with a smile. “Actually I was born here but I left Kolkata when I was nine year old as my dad shifted to Bangalore. But I’m visiting Kolkata now.” that smile never left from her face.

“By the way I’m Divya.” I extended my hand towards her direction. “Ohh...I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Ruchira” she shook my hand firmly. For the next few minutes we talked about various topics, our professions and our point of view. I was seeing a friend in this stranger.

“So where were you staying before shifting?”I questioned. “My residence was near Barrackpore. So many years have passed and I haven’t gone to that place for quite long.” She added but stopped seeing my reaction. “That’s where I lived and I had been living there for my entire life.” Frankly I was surprised.

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Ruchira or Ruchi was my best buddy in school. We used to sit together, play together, and had our Tiffin together. Students were very jealous of our friendship. Everything was picture perfect until her fathers’ transfer news broke on us. We were standard four students at that time and she had to leave in such a hurry that I had not given a chance to properly goodbye her.

May be she didn’t remember me. I was taken aback by the vivid memory. I looked at her and again she was smiling but my stoppage had come. “Umm...bye I have to go. My stoppage has come...see you later or may be again.” 

I got down from the bus and headed towards my home when I heard a voice from back “Arre...Divu...won’t you invite me to your home?” I turned back to see Ruchi was huffing and smiling simultaneously. “What did you think that I will not recognize you??? Then let me clear mss Divya Mukharjee I recognized you from the very beginning but pretended not to just to know your reaction. But you...just walk away” she threw her hands in air to show her angriness. “Sorry...It was a surprise for me and...I...didn’t know...what...to...do...” I fumbled a little and tears were finding their way out but I completed my sentence I was hugged by her. We both missed each other and that was our golden memory.

Imagine they hugging each other after so many years....

Sometimes strangers are not strangers....                                                                                                                      

What happened with me that may be happened with you....?

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A STUPID THING CALLED LOVE (#3)

“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”

( Note - This is the third chapter of "A stupid thing called love". I will post its chapters in every week, so have patient.... as the story will continue in weekly manner) 

For first chapter click chapter 1

For second chapter click chapter 2

Chapter 3                                                                                           

(Apekshya)

It had been five days and I can’t find my Id-card. Rosni had suggested me to reissue another one but it’s a long process that takes around a month. We were sitting in the canteen and having our samosha, when a group of four boys stormed towards us.

Muskan- “Apy your lizard boy is coming over here and I think he’s kindda cute.” I can’t believe muskan said it with a smirk in her face.

Me- “shut up musu” I faced down to hide. I sensed they were standing in front of me. Ohh...no...GOD...Please help me...

Lizard boy- “Look who we are seeing today, Is it you princess???” A devilish smirk played in his face.

I lifted up my head to expose my face. “Come on princes, introduce youself first?” he continued and I have a-can’t-understand-anything-look on my face. “Ohh...you didn’t get it, give your I-N-T-R-O?” Now he looked a little frustrated.

Me- “I am Apekshya Agarwal, From Delhi. I have completed my schooling from st. joshep. I am in electronics and communication branch. My hobbies are um...painting and singing.

I fumbled a little but managed to spill it out.

He gasped at me and remarked “quite a short introduction. I was expecting more but it’s okay...Now I want to ask you some question. First what is your height? You seem quite tall.”

I wide opened my mouth but suddenly closed it. Now everyone was looking at my direction and I hate attention.

Me- “5.5” embarrassment was starting to mount over me.

Lizard Boy- “Hmm...Nice, I don’t like short girls.”

What was he talking about? I was getting confused. I was interrupted from my thought by his next question.

Lizard Boy- “So what is your weight?”

Rosni- “hey you can’t ask a girl about her weight? You don’t have any manner or what?”

I was giving him a disgust look when he pulled an id-card from his pocket. He raised his eyebrows and moved the card in front of me like pendulum. He did that so gracefully that I was stuck in his eyes for a while.

Lizard Boy- “Is it yours princess?”

I was relieved to see my card. “Yes” I mumbled excitedly and extended my hand towards his direction. But before I could hold it he pulled back his hand “Ahh...princess not so easy, first answer my question.”

Me- “huh...94”

Lizard Boy- “that means 49” An amused smile played over his face. “Okay...let’s stop it here. Here is an assignment, copy it neat n clean in A4 size papers. Most importantly complete it by the day after tomorrow. Got it?”

Me- “sorry, I can’t complete it. I have my assignment also” I tried to keep my voice polite.

Lizard Boy- “If you need your Id-card, then you must have to complete this. I will come the day after tomorrow. Till then complete it and I will return your card.”

Before I could protest any more He left that place with his gang, who did nothing except enjoying the show.

Muskan- “That was so dramatic...and quite unique. Look apy how much attention you got. I wish if I was in your place.”

Pakshy- “Musu will you please shut up??? Now what will you do apy” she looked at me with concerned look.

Rosni- “Apy, it’s okay...we all will help you” She patted my shoulder and Anchal nodded with her. 

Please don't make things difficult for me......

  

It’s like I don’t have any option

But I will get my revenge on you definitely......

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LIVES OF KINGS

Author-: Lucy Leiderman
Pages-: 384
Expected publication: December 16th 2014 by Dundurn  

Story Line-:

After discovering that she had a past life full of magic in Britannia thousands of years ago, Gwen must race against time to stop three ancient magicians who threaten to tear the world apart.

Having won a battle to save her own magic from being enslaved in Lives of Magic, Gwen is still reeling from memories of her past life and challenges her present one. Alone without the one she trusted most, she gathers her friends to search for others like her — those that can destroy the magicians once and for all.

But will the lure of infinite power be too much to resist, even for those sworn to protect?

As Gwen's group begins to fracture amidst division and millennia-old rivalry, reality starts to blur with the past until the lines between family, friend and enemy are no longer clear. Gwen needs to find the key to defeating the magicians before they recover their power — or else surrender to her past life’s magic and lose herself forever.

My Review-:

“Lives of kings” is the sequel of “lives of magic”. At first I didn’t feel connected to this book, because so many things were happening simultaneously so I decided to read the first book. After finishing two books my expression was “This series is wonderful!!!”

The book is full of action, magic, travel and smattering of romance, which will restrict you to leave the book alone. But there is more going for this novel than just solid, intensive research into Celtic myths and culture.

Readers who enjoy a story with latent historical elements, or contemporary fantasy would no doubt pick this one right up.

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About this author-:

Lucy Leiderman was born on a naval base in Kaliningrad, Russia and raised in Toronto, Canada. A fan of all things mythological from an early age, she began writing stories as a child. As an adult and avid traveller, she infuses her writing with magic and compelling settings. She holds a Bachelor’s degree from the University of Toronto and a Master’s degree from Uppsala Universitet. 

I will give four out of five stars to this book.

NOTE: if you have not read the first book then i will suggest you not to prefer the second one.

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 I received a copy of this book through Net Galley in exchange for an honest review.