The Dark Divine

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The Dark Divine

PrispevekNapisal/-a Ever » 03 jul 2010, 21:30

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Meni je bila super knjiga, še posebej bo verjetno všeč vsem tistim, ki ste team Jacob pa mate rade not so good boys :D :D

Ful dober trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxMy_TE88-0

Ta je tudi kul: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01_PgqEArRs&NR=1

Drugače meni je ful všeč pri tej zgodbi, da je tak versko naravnana...Sama nisem bila vzgajana v krščanskem duhu in mi je prav res zanimivo malo več ozadja zvedet :) Naj vas ne skrbi, to ni neka 7th heaven zgodbica, čeprav je ata pastor ;)

Pa besedne igre so mi všeč: Grace Divine, Jude Divine :) Vsak je svoja character :)

Kar mi ni blo všeč je, da sem prebrala prvih 6 chapterjev in ker nisem mogla nehat sem downloadala audio book...vse lepo in prav, če le ne bi zdaj v glavi še vedno mela tistih glasov in vedno ko pomislim na Grace čujem glas pripovedovalke, isto za Daniela...in pripovedovalkin glas za moške je grozen :roll: UGH...vseeno pa komaj čakam na 2. del: Lost Saint :geek: :geek:
"She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells."

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Re: The Dark Divine

PrispevekNapisal/-a Ever » 21 jul 2010, 10:46

Kaj pa to:

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Ful je lepa platnica spet :D
"She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells."

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Re: The Dark Divine

PrispevekNapisal/-a Lisa » 21 jul 2010, 12:10

Ja, platnice so res ful lepe. Ene lepših.
“Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'Hot Stuff”

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Re: The Dark Divine

PrispevekNapisal/-a Monika » 22 jul 2010, 13:36

Meni je trailer za 1.knjigo ful všeč. Dobra igralca sta izbrana. :)
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Re: The Dark Divine

PrispevekNapisal/-a Ever » 20 avg 2010, 17:55

Pa zdaj sem se spomnila...ful mi je dobra zgodba Prodigal Son <3 OMG, to bom mogla še enkrat prebrat, zdaj se mi je zluštalo :D :D

P.S. Zdaj sem prišla iz Fallen na City of Angels, pol sem se spomnila na The River pa na Prodigal Son in sem prišla v to temo :lol: :lol:
"She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells."

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Re: The Dark Divine

PrispevekNapisal/-a Ever » 23 avg 2010, 20:46

MUST READ!

Jace vs. Daniel - The Bree Despain Edition!
aka
The *Real* Reason Daniel Didn't Go After Grace The Night She Found Out What He Did
by Bree Despain

Daniel clutched at his moonstone necklace, gripping it so tight the porous rock bit into the tender scar in his palm. He’d punctured his hand only moments before to show Grace how he could heal his flesh over with just the power of his own concentration. But really, he’d done it to feel the pain. To feel the cutting of his guilt. And because he’d wanted to scare her.

She ran. She knew what he was now—she knew what he’d done—and she ran. Just like he knew she would. Just like he’d wanted her to.

But that’s not what he really wanted, was it?

Grace blamed herself now for what Daniel was—for what he’d done three years ago. But that wasn’t true. Not at all. He needed to tell her that. Stop her from running. Wipe that look of anguish from her face.

“Wait!” Daniel shouted. He let go of his moonstone and darted out of his basement apartment and up the cement steps into the yard. “Stop, Gracie, please.”

He was too late. She was already driving away, the taillights of her car flashing brighter as she paused momentarily at the 4-way stop at the end of the street. And then she was gone.

Daniel heard a small gasp. He looked up and saw a girl he recognized from school, staring at him from across the street. A small white dog pulled at the leash in her hand. Her cheeks flushed pink and Daniel remembered that he was shirtless. The girl pulled a cell phone from her pocket and started texting as she hurried away with her yapping dog.

Daniel shook his head. He could go after Grace. Chase her down. Stop her before she got home. He was fast enough, no doubt about that.

But as Daniel took the first step to go after Grace, his sensitive ears picked up a swooshing noise, like metal slicing through air. His muscles tensed and he jumped sideways, just as the metallic flash of a knife went sailing by. The point of the blade nicked his neck. It was a small cut, but it burned like acid.

Silver. Daniel barely had time to process that thought before another blade came flying at his throat. He jumped out of the way just in time. The dagger lodged in the trunk of an old aspen tree in the yard.

“Where the hell . . . ?” Daniel cast about in the moonlit yard, searching for his invisible attacker.

“Well, if that’s your destination of choice, I’ll be happy to send you back there,” a voice said as he noticed a shadowed figure leaning against the railing of the porch. His arms crossed in front of his chest. The light from the porch lamp glinted off a silver blade—longer than the others had been—in one of his hands. “That’s where Downwolders belong after all.”

“Down . . .what?”

“Downwolders? Demons? Scum of the Earth?” The guy with the sword took a step closer. The light from the porch illuminated his blonde hair. Weird tattoo-like markings painted his arms.

“Who are you?” Daniel wiped at his burning neck. His fingers came away sticky with the blood that trickled from the silver-caused wound. It would take a while to heal. “What do you want?” He wracked his brain, trying to remember if he’d crossed this stranger before—Daniel had crossed a lot of people in the last few years.

“Jace.” The blonde guy uncrossed his arms and held his sword in front of him. “As for what I want, that’s easy. You. Dead.”

Jace let out a shout, almost like he relished the moment, and lunged at Daniel with his sword. Daniel countered out of the way. Jace flew past him and then stopped short and spun around. He slashed at Daniel, but Daniel darted out of his reach.

“Whoa. Take it easy. What did I ever do to you?”

“You exist,” Jace said. “I know about the girl who disappeared from that party in the city the other night. And the old lady who got attacked on this porch. Not to mention what happened to that little kid yesterday. And your Downworlder stench is all over every one of the crime scenes. I don’t normally attack your specific breed. But if you’ve gone rabid, then somebody has to put you down. That’s what Shadowhunters do.”

Shadowhunters? Daniel had heard of them once. They were like the Urbat—back before the Urbat lost their way and became worse than the very demons they’d sworn to protect humans from.

“I’m not what you think I am,” Daniel said. “Well I am, but not . . . I didn’t do what you think I did. You can’t prove anything—”

“You are a monster,” Jace said. “I tracked you here. I heard what you told that girl—what’s her name, Grace?—about what you did to her brother. That’s cause enough for me to take you down.” Jace smiled. “Besides, it’s been awhile since I’ve gotten to kick somebody’s ass.”

He lunged at Daniel again. Daniel dodged the attack. It took all his strength not to lash out at this guy. Jace had been right about one thing, Daniel was a monster. Or at least he had one inside of him. One that ached for a good fight.

Screamed for it.

And that’s exactly why Daniel couldn’t do anything.

If Daniel let the monster out—let it have any control at all—it would take over and finish this Jace person. Rip him to shreds. And then what?

Go for Grace?

Yes, now that the monster knew that Grace was the one, it would definitely go for her next. It would kill her.

Daniel’s muscles ached and flared as the monster tried to break free. His body convulsed and he clutched at his moonstone necklace.

“Please,” Daniel said, ducking under the swing of Jace’s silver sword. “I don’t want to fight you.”

“Then stand still and let me kill you already. I’ve got places to be tonight.” Jace kicked Daniel in the stomach.

Daniel flew back and hit the trunk of the aspen tree. His bare shoulder knocked into the silver hilt of the dagger that had lodged in the trunk only minutes before. The dagger fell to the ground. A stinging burn blistered up on his skin where the silver had touched him. He pushed himself away from the peeling bark of the tree. His side ached and he knew at least one of his ribs was cracked.

Daniel coughed.

Jace smiled.

“But I also don’t want to die,” Daniel said and an electric feeling washed through him—like that connection he’d felt when he first held Grace’s hand in the Garden of Angels—and he realized that he really did mean what he’d just said. For the first time in his life, he had something to live for.

Someone.

Jace shouted and came at him with all his might, swinging the sword with ruthless force. In a lightning quick move, Daniel’s hand shot out. He slammed it against Jace’s arm, knocking the sword from his grasp. The silver thing went flying across the yard. Daniel’s other fist slammed against Jace’s jaw. Jace stumbled back, rubbing his face. A look of shock blinked in his eyes, but then he narrowed them. “So the passive little puppy act was just that, huh?” Jace smirked. “Good. This will be more fun.”

No, Daniel thought, his body shaking even more. He’d done too much. He was in real danger now of losing control. Jace came at Daniel with bare hands this time. He smashed his fist into Daniel’s cheek—repaying the blow Daniel had landed on him. Jace’s other fist slammed against Daniel’s side, into his broken ribs.

Daniel shouted with pain and fell to his knees. He took another blow to the head from Jace. Then another and another. Spots blurred his vision. The night suddenly felt blacker and thicker. Another blow would render him unconscious, and then he’d be at the mercy of this hunter who meant to kill him.

Daniel could try reasoning with Jace. Tell him about Grace. Tell him why he’d come back to Rose Crest. Tell him who was really responsible for all those attacks. But he could see it in Jace’s eyes, nothing he could say would stop him. Jace was convinced Daniel was a demon who needed to be exterminated.

Daniel leaned forward on his knees. His head bowed and his hands buried in the cold, dead, grass. But as he felt the rush of air of Jace’s fist sailing toward his head to deliver the final blow, he felt something hot and metallic against his fingertips in the frozen lawn.

With a burst of super-speed, Daniel snatched up the hot metal thing in his hands and rocked back on his knees. He knocked Jace’s fist out of the way just as it was about to land against his forehead and pounced at him like a mountain lion. Jace went sailing backward. He slammed into the ground—with Daniel on top of him.

Jace gasped for air and Daniel could tell that the wind had been knocked right out of chest. Daniel pinned Jace’s arms down with his knees, and held the point of the dagger he’d found in the grass to Jace’s throat. The silver of the dagger’s hilt seared Daniel’s hand. But Daniel gritted his teeth against the pain and held the knife closer against the pulsing vein in Jace’s neck.

Jace tried to say something but no sound came out. He still hadn’t regained his breath.

“Hear me now,” Daniel said, trying to hide the agony in his voice. His body shook like an earthquake erupting in his bones. He wouldn’t be able to keep the monster from breaking free for much longer. “I am not who you think I am. I did not do the things you think I did. If you leave now, you will live.” Daniel grunted. The blazing of the knife in his hand only made the demon inside of him angrier for a kill. “But I promise you this: If you don’t leave now, if you try anything, anything at all—You will die.”

Jace blinked and nodded.

Daniel backed away. He stood, gripping the dagger in front of him and let Jace get up.

Jace clutched his hand against his chest and coughed. “I underestimated you,” he rasped.

“Yes. You did.”

“Clean up whatever the hell is going on in this town, or this won’t be the last time you’ll see me.”

Daniel grunted in agreement. Jace stumbled to the street. He climbed onto a bullet bike that was stashed behind the bushes in the neighboring yard.

Daniel watched Jace drive out of sight. He listened for another few minutes, straining his super-hearing as far out as he could, until he was sure the Shadowhunter was really gone. With a scream of pain, he released the knife. It fell to the ground next to his bare feet. The acidic silver, gripped in his palm so long, had burned through his flesh, exposing the sinew in his hand.

He fell to his knees again, and tried with all his might and concentration to heal the wound. But the stubborn burn wouldn’t ease.

And now there was no way that he could go after Grace tonight—before it was too late.

How could he ever win her trust back now?
"She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells."

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PrispevekNapisal/-a Ever » 23 avg 2010, 20:49

Dodatek:

http://yafantasyshowdown.weebly.com/jace-vs-daniel.html

(My bets are on Jace, of course ;) )

How we think the fight might go...

Jace wiped his hands on his jeans to get the demon ichor off of them. Another day, another demon. It was all getting rather monotonous. Was it so hard to ask for a challenge? A Downworlder that liked his violent nature a little too much. He would love to find one right now and kick its little (or, more preferably, big) demonic ass. That last demon, shifted into the shape of a human, had been too easy.

Daniel also wanted a challenge. And he saw one in the blonde boy across the street. He saw him murder that kid with his own eyes. There was nothing he wanted more than to rip him to shreds. It was the full moon, and blondie there was evil. This was what he was made for, his inner wolf told him. Killing the evil. He felt the full moon, in entirety, and soaked it in. He didn't hold back and try to deny it. He allowed himself to succumb to it. He shifted.

Jace glanced up and saw the change. He didn't have time to think before the wolf was on him. Luckily instinct is faster than thought and he'd had plenty of practice. They met each other at the same time, with claws and fists.

They were both fast, both strong. They were steel.

Jace slammed his fist around the wolf’s neck and threw him into the brick wall. The alley was deserted, save a few shrieking cats. The brick walls siding the alley wasn't very sturdy to begin with, but with the weight of the wolf hurtled against them, they cracked. Jace had made sure his runes were painted nice and thick on his skin tonight. He smiled devilishly.

Daniel in his form showed no tameness as he got up and turned to face the unnaturally strong blonde. One thing was certain. He was not mortal, not like humans. Jace gestured with his fingers, urging the animal toward him with a cocky grin. “Come here, little demon,” he taunted.

Daniel growled, a deep rumble that rippled through his muscles. Then, he attacked, his teeth bared toward the blonde's face. The strike was fast, blurring even. He shouldn't have missed. But Jace turned at the last second, and the wolf bit into his shoulder sinking his teeth in hard. Blood splashed the wall, speckling it with fur and ink.

Jace grimaced, but didn’t grab his shoulder. He knew the wolf had the advantage now, and he had to choose his moves carefully. Jace Wayland had found his challenge. He moved, quickly, dodging out of the way as the wolf made another attempt to bite him. Jace wasn’t about to become hamburger meat. He knew the demon wanted to kill more than his wolverine brain wanted to survive. And it was confident in its bite. He tried to ignore the throbbing in his shoulder as the blood flowed down his arm, making it sticky and slick. He grabbed the fur on the wolf’s back before it had time to turn. Using a clump of the beast’s hair to pull himself over its back, he landed gracefully at the wolf’s side.

Quicker than sight, he snapped its vertebrae. The wolf howled, louder than sound, a cry of death, and shook until he was human again.

Daniel lay there, screaming in pain. He was shaking, going into shock. He breathed in and out, in small, shallow gasps.

Jace watched the werewolf scream, knowing the lupines wouldn’t be happy about the kill. But this one had ignored the Accords in its attack, like it was looking for a fight.

“I hope you burn for this, demon,” the werewolf said. Jace laughed.

“You’re the demon, lupine. I’m the demon-slayer.” Jace pointed at the naked boy on the floor and then at himself, respectively.

“You killed a human. You’re as much a demon as I am. I at least try to atone for my sins,” the boy said, coughing up blood. He couldn’t move his back, but his eyes glared daggers into Jace.

“That wasn’t a human, idiot. Do you see his body anywhere? Did you not notice the ichor flowing from him instead of blood?” Jace’s eyes were blazing with chaos and fury, watching the very human-looking werewolf die by his hand.

And Jace understood. This werewolf, this demon, had been attempting demon-slaying, too. He was just a fool. And now he was a dead fool. By his hand.

Daniel’s eyes drooped as his breathing slowed. His voice was quiet and raspy when he said, “See you in Hell.” And his hearts, both the human and the wolf, stopped pumping blood.

The blood continued to flow down his arm in streaks, making him think of tears. This challenge he had wanted, this victory, was hollow.


Predicted winner: Jace
"She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells."

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Re: The Dark Divine

PrispevekNapisal/-a Lenka » 07 feb 2011, 20:50

pa da še tuki napišem. glih prebrala the lost saint. huda!

grace je svetovna, ko jo the wolf mal iz tira vrže, ko ki kej prišpne. v prvem delu je bla čist preveč pridna, čist preveč tipična fajmoštrova hčerka. ful škoda, da jo je daniel obvladal, ko je pršla k njemu.

tala sem si tud jest čist rpedstavlala kot clarka kenta. mislm dddddddd, če je pa čist tko opisan. se mi je akr zdel, da ne more bit tolk dobr, če so se ga vsi neki bal.

gabriel? kakšen pussy no! dej no, ne morš bit volkodlak pa pacifist. povrh vsega pa še beta. aja pa menih pa učitelj :roll:

pa vse to o dobrem pastirju. ta zgodbica mi je šla še v časih, ko sm bla verna, ful na jetra. res je dobr pastir un, k mu ena smotana becka pomen več kt ostale. pejmo tisto eno zgubleno rešvat, ostale nej se pa same znajdejo. fuj. pa prodigal son in to? isti šmorn, sam še mal bolj ogabn. če tko gledaš: zakaj bi bil "dober kristjan" al pa človek, če se ti bolj splača, da si največja pizda možna, pol se pa tik predn te matilda vzame mal pokesaš, pa si ta najboljši. al pa vse zagonš pol pa pridš dam fotru jokcat, on te pa z zlatom zasuje. seriously? ful realistično. ok čist sm zašla. pardon

pa mal mi je šlo na živce, da ta malmu frocu skos govorijo baby james. ja ja, sej smo dojel, da je najmlajši, sam ni več baby

dobr konc :thumbup:

kdaj pride nasledn del?

platnici sta pa itak eni najlepših

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Re: The Dark Divine

PrispevekNapisal/-a Morrigan » 07 feb 2011, 22:07

naj bi prišla decembra letos. naslov pa še ni znan.
meni je bil tudi konec super. komaj čakam nadaljevanje!
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Re: The Dark Divine

PrispevekNapisal/-a Lenka » 08 feb 2011, 09:02

o fajn, sej decembr bo en dva tri tle.

ma sm spustila par kletvic na konc. you have got to be fucking kidding me. sam glede na to, da je serija je blo valda treba dat neki taga na konc


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