Transformed by E.V. Fairfall
Publication date: January 1st 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Romance, Young Adult
Synopsis:
Thea, all-mighty Mother Earth, only had one rule to follow above all else, one promise to keep to her brother: never take a human form. She would’ve kept that promise if it weren’t for Brice. He’s handsome and confident, but above all he’s merciless.
He’s also a hunter who has tormented Thea for years. She believes if she could teach Brice compassion, she might finally be able to save her creations and herself from his savage ways. Then she meets Chamber: another hunter.
She soon finds herself fascinated by−and torn between−the two boys: Brice and Chamber. Lost within a torrent of human emotions, Thea starts to lose who she is as she falls in love with the one thing that she’s always hated: a hunter… a human.
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AUTHOR BIO:
I love to write just as much as I love to read. I try to read a book per week, which doesn’t always work out, but it’s the thought that counts. Aside from all that I am a huge animal person.
Transformed is my first novel, but it isn’t my first publication; I’ve had several short stories published over the last two years. My main goal as a writer is to explore humanity and to give people something fun to read.
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Transformed Review
I was not expecting what this book was about. I must have not read the blurb well, or not all of it as I had no clue that this was basically about a girl (Thea) who is actually Mother Nature or actually think Mother Earth was the term used, she can change forms and is not supposed to take a human form, but she does anyway. She is the one who creates animals and more all in nature.
I think I would have preferred that her 'brother' not have been God, would have been better not to mention that, let us come up with our own ideas on who her brother might actually be. He was a real asshole too... I mean major one.
I hated Brice right away, what a jerk. Loved Chamber, he is the real deal, great guy. Guess one of my favorite characters is Cricket, loved that one.
I do not want to spoil this story by saying too much. I think really, anyone who likes paranormal books will like this one. This is a first of its kind for me, not sure how many paranormal books are about the "creators" mother nature and god.
It was also unique and interesting that the Earth itself was looked at as an entity all of its own. That was kindof cool too.
I do give this book 5 out of 5 stars, as its really written well, and completely original.
I received a copy of this book from the author for my honest review.
This review is also at Goodreads
Excerpt (Chapter One) Transformed
She let the wind carry her high above the ground, the sky breezing by, making her weightless. Trees below danced with the wind, swaying to create their own music. She could see her creations building their homes, playing, grazing. Her wingsflapped unconsciously to keep her aloft. A silence hung over the forest, not a true silence, but a soft, encompassing quiet that let the light inside her relax with belonging. She shut her eyes, taking in the scent of fresh air. It wasn’t as sweet as it had been centuries before, but it still filled her lungs in the same way it always had.
She circled, eyeing one of her creations below in the meadow. She could tell it enjoyed the foliage and its variety. She had taken time to develop textures and variances even with the simplest things for her beloved creations. She picked a sturdy branch to perch on while admiring the fine animal. Her talons gripped around the bough as her wings settled against her body. The deer had a graceful figure, strong muscles, a beautiful neck that curved softly as it—
The deer collapsed, its body going rigid before crumpling on top of itself. The ringing of a gunshot echoed across the mountain as birds screamed, fleeing into the air with warning whispers. Branches rustled as squirrels hid from the danger. In the distance the patter of hoofs ran delicately and swiftly away. Birds could not cry, but her light pounded unforgivingly in her chest. The forest went deathly still. The trees pushed her back, begging her not to look.
She hopped to a closer branch, her small body shaking as she watched the blood seep from the deer’s gaping mouth. Its large, dark eyes now shone glossy: blank. Then it happened. A small ribbon of gold light emerged, creeping out from the deer’s mouth like a child afraid to round a corner. Another joined it, parts of it glistening in the sun as it weaved through the air. She reached out, feeling it drift through her wing, up and up, until it was gone.
Her light throbbed to join it, to disappear forever, but the Earth’s hold never faltered. Each form had light, and when each form died its light drifted into the atmosphere, gone forever. As Mother Earth, she had given light to each of them. And though she had it too, hers never vanished. She, like her brother, had been cursed by the Earth with immortality. For centuries, the two had been forced to watch their creations die as they lost their light forever, but as to where the light would go, they’d never know.
She hung her head, mourning the creature’s short life.Another creation gone. Her head lifted at the sound of her grass being crushed, flowers being unearthed by careless feet. Humans. Hunters. She cursed their creation and their self-serving notions of superiority. She grew silent, not wanting the hunters to see her. For centuries the Earth had trapped her in the forest surrounding the small town, begging her to teach the Willipord family compassion, and it would continue to keep her from the rest of the world until she succeeded.
Brice Willipord kneeled by his kill.
“Wasn’t as big as I’d thought. Damn it.” He pulled a knife from his belt, the blade hovering near the deer’s belly. “Dad, I’m over here, come help me.”
More crushing. She closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight of the large man trampling her creations. She would rather he destroy her carefully planned grass and meticulously crafted flowers than the creations that tread upon it, but now, after this—
“I’m here, I’m here.”
Brice looked up, and the blade nicked the skin on the tip of his finger. A burgundy drop fell to the stained grass below, mixing with the blood of his kill. Brice hissed a curse.
“Carelessness isn’t going to help anyone out here, boy.”
She could hear Brice huff out a breath, clearly annoyed by his father.
“I have to go, I don’t have all day. Just skin it for me.”
“You’re not going to help me with it to the car?”
“It’s not that big.”
“Now wait just a minute. You aren’t taking my car and leaving me here. I know you’ve got a date tonight, but you can go when we’re finished here.” Mr. Willipord took the knife from Brice and plunged it into the carcass. The warmth still clung to the corpse, but quickly dissipated.
She released the branch, crying into the sky as she soared away. Her light twisted with regret.
She would see the hunter again, tonight.
Her wings fluttered as she lowered herself onto the ground beside the apartment complex where she was staying for the time being. Her little bird body hopped behind the nearby bushes beside the back entrance. The light inside of her slowly released from her talons, moving upward to gather in her abdomen. It sat inside her as she envisioned her human form. Seeing it clearly, she released her hold on the light, sculpting it into a new shape. When she finished her transformation, the remaining light drifted out of her head into long, soft, golden locks.
She opened her fingers, testing their movement. Her hand formed into a fist as exhaustion settled into her bones. Creating her human form drained her light of its strength, and what a horrible inconvenience to need clothing. The brisk air unforgivingly teased her bare skin as she stood naked. The bushes, having adequately concealed her previous form, now failed to do her any good. The tender skin of her soles threatened to rip against the jagged edges of the gravel path that led to the back door of the apartment complex. She struggled to move her feet, but with each movement the burning intensified.
Grabbing the metal railing in a struggle to stay on her feet, she looked up at the large sign above the door, which read Lobby. She opened the door just enough to wiggle through. She let out a breath, thankful no humans were inside. Pushing herself forward, she staggered up the stairs on her ungainly feet. Door 39 sat in the middle of the hallway.
The world grew smaller as she entered the apartment. A dull green sofa hugged the yellow walls, the colors emulating sunflower petals. A cramped hallway led to the bedroom that was painted to mimic the shade of sky blue. She had discovered some clothes concealed in a chest of drawers that leaned against the bedroom wall. The apartment she was borrowing had been carefully chosen; the girl who lived there looked nearly the same size as she did in her human form. Aside from that, she had deserved to be turned into a squirrel, for the time being.
There was a short black dress in the chest. It would be perfect for her date with the hunter. As she pulled it down over her body, it clung to her as if it were two sizes smaller than her own skin. The suffocating material caused a lump to form in her throat. Her date—her plan—with the boy named Brice, involved love, lies, and betrayal. It was the ultimate equation to inflict change, a change the Earth demanded. Her punishment for taking matters into her own hands would be of her brother’s choosing. Her hands tugged her long curls loose from the clutches of the dress to let them travel freely down her back.
A soft knock on the door startled her.
“One second.” The voice fluttered in her throat like butterfly wings. Was it her nerves or the voice of this form that made her sound so delicate and fragile?
Glancing in the closet she saw the shoes she should wear, the black high heels resembling a shiny bear trap. She slipped her feet into the pair beside them; their flat bottoms and rounded toes felt less threatening.
Another knock came at the door. Could she allow the young hunter to be so close to prey? To be close enough to touch her? The door swung open.
He wore an ebony jacket, a grey cotton T-shirt, and dark jeans. His eyes, which earlier had reflected the scarlet blood of a fresh kill, now shone like emeralds with gold flakes scattered through their irises. His hair sat tight on his head, styled flat, making his face more intriguing.
“Ready to go, Thea?” Brice asked.
Thea, her human name. She wondered why she had chosen it. Their introduction had happened so quickly, and she hadn’t been prepared to give him a name. Now as the name rang from his lips, it sounded young and innocent, incapable of finishing the job ahead. Gertrude would have been better, stronger.
She nodded in response, closing the door behind her. Her name didn’t matter that much anyway. Her work would be over soon. It had to be.
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