Title: Second on the Right
Author: Elizabeth Los
Genre: Fantasy
Release Date: 9 May 2014
Synopsis:
Spawned from an ancient promise, treachery and intrigue follow the protagonists through our world and one lost to the waves. Bound by an invisible bond, they are thrust into a fantastical world of pirates and demons.
James Benedict is a just man haunted by evil. Pushed to the edge, everything stripped from him, a new man arises . . . a man whose name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it: "Captain Hook".
Eileen Davis was a timid woman. Through a fateful cruise she finds herself in the company of the Captain of the Mistral Thief. With his guidance, and the meddling of the local barista, she eventually finds her inner strength.
Will the two of them unite through time to fulfill the promise of their ancestors or will tempers ignite leading all to failure?
Review:
This is an interesting telling of the classic Peter Pan fairy tale, but not the way you might remember from the Disney version.
This story spans 400 years, and while the magical element is present, it’s not all happy and carefree magic, but more of the darker variety, complete with ancient curses, battling deities and revenge.
The story focuses on James Benedict, CEO of a freight services company and descendant of a pirate captain, and Eileen Davis, a young, timid woman, and their chance meeting aboard the same cruise. While their initial meeting left much to be desired, circumstances present themselves and eventually James and Eileen end up together. But it's not all love and rainbows in their not-so-happily ever after.
This book initially took me a while to get into, as there were a couple of things that were written, but never really alluded to: like why James' parents were so concerned that he might never get married; we're never told what led them to that thought process. Or when Eileen time traveled, she was really on the ship for an 11-year period before the Captain tried to make a move?
Overall though, an enjoyable story that could use a bit of polishing, there were a few grammatical errors, but not so much that it was a distraction. This would be a good story for kids ages 10 and up.
Rating: ♥♥♥♥
I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
The night grew its darkest, just before dawn, when every
man aboard the Mistral Thief heard a
strange triumphant crow. Benedict shot up with a start. Recognizing the familiar sound, he grabbed
hold of his sword and burst out onto the deck. He could make out the figure of
the boy, Peter.
He heard the sound of his crew, spooked by the noise of
what shouldn’t be on board a ship. They scurried to light the deck lamps. As
the light grew stronger, Benedict could see more clearly a petite figure on the
mast, hands on hips, weapon at the side. Glancing back to the deck, he saw James
coming from below. Benedict decided to hold off on approaching the figure,
knowing of James' desire for revenge. He kept a watchful eye, fully aware of
James' tendency to act on impulse.
"Peter,"
James said in a low growl. "Show yourself!" he shouted.
“That crow. I’ve heard that before,” Benedict commented.
Peter alighted onto the railing with such ease and grace
it irritated James. He gave a slight bow, as if observing the niceties. Pulling
one of two bags from his belt, he held it up in his hand. James held the sheath
of his sword with his hook, struggling only momentarily to hurriedly unsheathe
it.
Peter laughed and shook his bag, "Need a hand?"
He laughed even more, causing chills to run through James.
James advanced towards him, but stopped short. Peter had
reached into the bag he had been holding and had removed a rotting hand, with
fingers missing. It was all too familiar to James: his right hand. James and
Benedict cringed, disgusted at the sight.
Peter tossed it at James, who jumped back in disgusted.
The splat of soft, wet flesh hit the wood, matching the feeling in the pit of
their stomachs. Laughing, Peter spun up in flight, and landed back down on the
deck, retrieving the hand. Pieces had been left behind from its initial fall.
"No? Much happier with a hook, are we? You're welcome," he sneered. "There’s one
who would appreciate a hand, yours, in fact." He floated to the railing to
glance at the waters below. "Come, take a look. I promise I won't
bite," he grinned, taking several steps away to allow James to draw near.
James and Benedict cautiously took a glimpse. What they
saw was the shadowy shape of an enormous crocodile.
James said to him, “Impossible. They can't grow that large, can they?”
Benedict had no response. He had never seen one that
large. In the water, the crocodile, nearly twenty meters long, ticked and
hissed. The sounds were eerily similar to a clock.
Benedict and James peered down again at the beast. The
crocodile thrashed and clawed its way partially up the side of the Mistral Thief. Sweat dampened James’
brow. Benedict looked at Peter, who was now dangling the remaining portion of
what he assumed was James' right hand over the side of the ship. The crocodile
leapt from the water, greatly desiring either the hand of James or James
himself.
Both James and Benedict cringed, though it was James that
moved away from the railing. The scratching of the crocodile's claws on the
side of the ship seemed to make him tremble. Peter laughed maniacally, and
tossed James’ hand to the crocodile.
“You’ve been using it for bait?” James looked at Peter,
horror and disgust evident on his face. “This is all a game to you.”
Pan. He hasn’t aged. Should
I tell James? Benedict
thought. His eyes shifted in James’ direction. He needs to know.
James pointed his sword at Peter. "What do you
want?" He shouted.
Peter unsheathed his knife, circling around the deck.
James followed suit. Occasionally, Peter would tap the end of his sword.
However, Benedict knew James was a man of indomitable courage. James held his
sword steady, firmly in his left hand, his hook slightly hidden behind him. His
eyes were cold as steel. At that moment, James appeared to be in complete
control of his emotions and actions. Benedict couldn’t help but beam proudly at
what he had done for James.
"What do I want?" Peter asked himself
thoughtfully. He looked back at James, his eyes glowing faintly red. "I
want you to pay," but he stopped. "Then again, perhaps you are
suffering a bit. After all, I'm finding your son to be a delicious addition to
my lost boys." He ended this with a slight hiss.
“I’ve done nothing to you,” James replied. “I believe
you’re the one that will pay for taking my family.”
Benedict subtly moved closer to James. He could see how
the boy was manipulating James, using the loss of Eileen and Robbie to rile him
to the point of pure rage. Benedict knew all too well how easy it was to make
James angry.
"Jas," he said in quiet warning, seeing James'
shoulders rise and fall more frequently.
James voice wavered, “What are you?"
Benedict hesitated to offer his knowledge. What would it
serve but to merely fan the flame the boy had started. Quietly he said to
James, "Me thinks he's Pete, a boy I met years ago. Feeds off
humans."
"Explain, please," James murmured to Benedict,
not taking his eyes off Peter.
"Not quite o’ changeling. Thought ta be mere legend,
but I’d seen it with me own eyes. A powerful creature, though from what world,
I'm not sure. Feeds off tha young, slow and sure ta stay alive. No doubt, yer
boy be one he's feedin' on," he explained.
Peter held a penetrating gaze at Benedict. "Oooohh.
You're a rather smart one, aren't you? But I am at a disadvantage. You seem to
know me, but I do not recognize you." The boy’s face scrunched up in
contemplation until he seemed to have an epiphany, “The one who set me free!
You’re so…old!”
James looked over at the captain. “You set him free?” he
whispered angrily. “Why am I not surprised?”
Benedict did his best to avoid eye contact. He knew he
would have to explain all of this later. Perhaps
he’ll forget. Not likely though.
"It's true." Peter said with a grinned. "I
did feed on her. The red hair had to go." He made a violent motion as he
spoke.
"Jas," Benedict warned, seeing James tense, the
muscles in his jaw tightened.
James waved him off, stepping forward.
Peter continued. "Her white skin, so soft and supple.
Her screams of terror and pain, delicious. Oh, she was wonderful!" He
paused for a moment, then finished, "Particularly the chewy center
within." With the last sentence, his wicked eyes fell on James.
James screamed in anguish. He charged for Peter. Benedict
reached out to stop him, but he was too slow. Peter flew up to the top of the
mast. James, whose momentum had gotten the better of him, teetered at the rail.
The crocodile waited eagerly below. James grunted in an effort to push himself
back.
Peter howled in laughter, pointing, mocking and
pantomiming actions as if he were James falling over the railing. James ran to
the ropes, set to climb. Benedict shouted, but James didn’t hear. Not being
heeded, he and a few crewmen pounced on him, holding him down.
"Take him ta me quarters!" he barked at the
bo'sun. They held James, who thrashed violently. It took five men to drag James
into the captain's quarters and slam the doors shut. Benedict addressed Peter,
"Ye best be leavin' now, or ye be facin' my wrath."
Peter shrugged off the threat. "I have no quarrel
with you, old man." He jumped off the mast, floating high above.
"Tell him I'll be waiting, in
Neverland." And he flew off.
Benedict rubbed his sore eyes. "I'm gettin' too old
fer this."
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List Price:
eBook: $4.99
Paperback: $12.99
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1492340480
ISBN-13: 978-1492340485
eBook ISBN-13: 978-1310988455
Elizabeth uses writing as therapy, her release from
everyday stress. At night, after work and once the children are finally tucked
in bed, for the fifth time, she sits at her laptop and lets her imagination
flow.
Elizabeth has produced short stories, one of which will be
published in an anthology. She’s had fun writing a Sherlock Holmes fan fiction
story, A Case of Need, based on the BBC’s Sherlock. By July 2011, her first
novel, Second on the Right, had been completed. She spent several years
polishing the story in order to provide a high quality product to the public.
Second on the Right is her first professional novel.
She currently resides in California with her husband,
children and two dogs: Black Lab (Raven) and Saint Bernard (Duke).
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Thank you so much for the kind review!
ReplyDeleteYou are most welcome! I'm glad I signed up for the book tour, I really did enjoy the book, and now my 10 year old daughter wants to read it :)
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