They may have stolen my past but I will never let them take my future.
When the walls between Man and Fae come crashing down, freeing the immortal Unseelie from their icy prison, Mac is caught in a deadly trap. Tortured and trapped by the Fae Lord Master, Mac has no memory of who or what she is: the only sidhe-seer alive that can track the Sinsar Dubh, a book of black magic that holds the key to controlling both worlds.
Clawing her way back from oblivion is only the first step Mac must take down a perilous path, from the battle filled streets of Dublin to the treacherous politics of an ancient, secret sect, through the tangled lies of men who claim to be her allies into the illusory world of the Fae themselves where nothing is as it seems-and Mac is forced to face a soul-shattering truth.
Who do you trust when you can’t even trust yourself?
Dreamfever was super intense. Not that I expected anything else with this series, but just when you think that there is no possible way KMM can push things further, she does. Seriously, I just want to take a moment to say that KMM is clearly not human. Because no mere mortal can write like she does. It’s insane. Also as a sort of public service to those of you reading this series, or are thinking about it: have Shadowfever on hand before you read Dreamfever. Honestly, if you thought that the cliffhanger from Faefever was bad, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Fair warning!
On to what actually happened. At the end of the last book, we saw Mac being kidnapped and turned Pri-ya by the pretentious Lord Master and his evil henchmen, the Unseelie princes. Being Pri-ya is basically like being turned into a raging nympho. Sex with the Fae makes humans that way and anytime they’re not having sex, they’re in mind-melting agony. Nothing matters beyond getting it on with a Fae. Not food, not sleep, not family. They exist for one reason: sex. So, naturally, this is the last thing Mac needs. While Mac is doing the sex fiend thing, we get the story told from Dani’s perspective. I know I’ve said it before, but I’m going to say it again: Dani rocks. Not only is being in her head pretty funny, but she’s not one of those little girly-girls who waits for a big strong man to swoop in and save the day. Barrons and V’lane are nowhere to be found and Mac needs saving. So, feck it. Dani saves her. No sweat.
Once Mac is out of the immediate danger of being subject to the Unseelie princes’ attentions, one glaring problem remains: she’s still Pri-ya, she’s in pain and she has no clue who she is. It takes Barrons to… snap her out of it. All I could think while reading about Barrons’ methods was, “You lucky, lucky girl.” Because not only is Barrons hotter than the sun, but he’s-dare I say it-sweet. It was weird, like he’d been body snatched or something. But it was also endearing and the last remnants of my anti-Barrons stance crumbled. Yes, he’s a butt head, but he was willing to listen to “Tub Thumping” with her. It takes a real hero to listen to that spectacularly aggravating song.
When Mac snaps out of being Pri-ya, she is properly pissed. Any vestiges of “Pink Mac” are gone, and “Black Mac” has taken her place. No more pretty pink nail polish and accessories. Mac is now all about guns and leather. Mac’s shit list is a mile long and Barrons and Rowena, the aging sidhe-seer, are right up there. Mac has a huge confrontation with Rowena and the other sidhe-seers. She and Barrons go from being unable to keep their hands off each other to alternating between hostility and formality. Speaking of hostility, we see a lot of posturing between Barrons and V’lane and learn why V’lane is so twitchy around Barrons. Which once again brings us to the burning question: what the hell is Barrons?!?! We get some insight into Barrons’ past, but nothing to really explain why he is the way he is, and why the heck he wants the Sinsar Dubh.
We are also introduced to Barrons’ merry band of sociopaths. I am very keen to learn more about these guys. The only person in this group of nutters we actually met was Ryodan, who is the leading man in Iced and, as I’ve been told, makes Barrons look humble. Colour me intrigued. And a little nervous.
Despite the fairly grim tone of this book, there were moments where I sat there pretty much laughing like a loon. I just want to share a few of those scenes with you:
Mac has just snapped out of being Pri-ya and is remembering some of what she and Barrons have been getting up to in the past few weeks.
If I know Jericho Barrons, he was walking around feeling like his dick was the most huge, magnificent, perfect, important creation under the sun.
Which-I winced-I vaguely recalled telling him a time or two.
Well… maybe several times.
Mac and Barrons have had a rip-roaring argument and Mac is now sitting on the floor. V’lane comes in, checks out the situation, and a pissing contest ensues.
“Did he strike you, MacKayla? Say the word and I’ll kill him.”
“As if you could,” said Barrons.
“Perhaps not. But I do enjoy thinking about it.”
“Bring it on, Tinker Bell.”
Lastly, a snippet from yet another argument between Mac and Barrons. This is one of the rare cases where Mac actually gets the upper hand in an argument,
“I’m trying to arm myself so I can fight like I fuck,” I snapped. “But you refuse to help.”
“I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to say that word again, Ms Lane. Time was, you had no reservations. ‘Fuck me, Jericho Barrons,’ you’d say. Morning, noon and night.”
“I didn’t know getting you to talk was so easy, or I’d have said it five minutes ago. Fuck you, Jericho Barrons.”
Well said, Mac. I may not hate Barrons any more, but he was being a pig in that scene. I have finished Shadowfever and, I have to admit, I’m feeling both sad and relieved that I’m done for the time being. It’ll be quite a while before I read Iced. It’s been quite a ride, but it’s also been kinda heavy. I think I’ll need some time to breathe before I carry on with the series.