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I wish there was only today, just right now, and no forever. It seems fitting that I fell in love in Paris, the most beautiful city in the world. And if I pretend, I can almost believe that my life is normal and everyone I care about is safe. But as long as I’m with Vincent, ‘normal’ doesn’t exist.
Gorgeous, charming, and witty, he’s everything you could ask for in a boyfriend – but his destiny is so much more. Even more terrifying than his destiny are his dangerous enemies, enemies who will kill for immortality.
How are Vincent and I supposed to be together forever if we’re always in danger?
After Kate “killed” the leader of the numa at the end of Die For Me, life should be easier for a girl who is dating an undead, right? While the revenants were expecting for revenge, it seems the numa are not quite there yet. Vincent and his kindred are worried that they may be planing something big to get back at them. Meanwhile, Kate and Vincent are enjoying their relationship as much as they can. But things get weird between the two of them when Vincent starts doing something to help him fight the urge he has to die over and over again. Kate, of course, doesn’t plan on just wait for him to get over with whatever he is doing and starts doing some research on her own.
While Die For Me set up the scenario for Kate’s and Vicent’s relationship, Until I Die talks about them struggling with it. The couple is struggling with their differences and the fact that Kate can’t put up with Vincent’s constant deaths. We also get to see new revenants, Violette and Arthur, who come to stay at La Maison while Charlotte and Charles are away.
As we had on the first book of this series, we keep seeing Paris through Kate’s eyes and Plum’s descriptions are amazing. You read it and you want to see it with your own eyes. We get to find out a little bit more about the revenants and the numa, which was interesting. It happens that there’s an ancient legend that says that one of the revenants is going to the The Champion, the most powerful of them all. And, of course, it seems like everyone thinks that Vincent is this chosen one. The plot is a little predictable, I could totally see who was the big traitor miles away from the moment the person’s revealed. The ending was also predictable, in my opinion, and it kind of disappointed me, but I can totally understand why it was written that way.
Author: Amy Plum
Country: United States
Genre(s): Young Adult, Fantasy
Publication date: May 3, 2012
My favorite quotes on this book are bellow.
Those butterflies that suddenly sprang into action in my chest? I was beginning to consider them permanent residents.
“He’s harmless,” offered Geneviève.
“I take offense at that,” Jules called from the other side of the table, where he was serving himself a flute of champagne. “I consider myself very dangerous indeed.”
“Vincent’s so hot when he talks like a grandpa,” she joked. “Next thing you know, he’ll ask Papy if he can start courting you, then everything will be downhill after that. False teeth. Saggy Y-fronts.”
“Time wastes too fast… the days and hours of it… are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more—every thing presses on—whilst thou art twisting that lock,—see! it grows grey…”
“And every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal separation which we are shortly to make!”
“Danger? Here? In broad daylight? From what? Psycho Jim Morrison fans? Falling tombstones?”
“Oh, please, Vincent. We’re in the middle of a major tourist site. Père Lachaise is practically Disneyland for the Dead. It’s not some Buffy soundstage with vampires rising out of the ground every time someone turns around.”
I love crossbows. They’re so… I don’t know… badass.
You mean more to me than anyone else, and I will not apologize for that.
Woe to the human who encounters a revenant. For he has danced with death, being either delivered from or into its cold embrace.
It seems you have to hang with the geriatrics to find a true gentleman nowadays.
“It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, as long as I’m with you.” As soon as I heard the words leave my mouth, I burst out laughing. “That should totally be on a poster with a fluffy kitten saying it. Cheese factor through the roof!”
“You’re coping with life.”
“Questionable, since I hang out with a bunch of dead people.”
May I guess that this has something to do with the particularly hot undead guy you suck face with on a regular basis?
This is the lamest procrastination scheme I have ever heard. It almost counts as entrapment.
“So, basically what you’re saying is that I’m going out with a druggie zombie with a death wish. Who used me for my energy. Well”—I gave him as serious a look as I could muster—“I guess I could do worse.”
“I’m searching for a way to ease the suffering that comes with his resisting death. So that he can hold out for longer. Perhaps for my lifetime,” I said, but in my mind the words were, Until I die.
And with that I spun around and stomped out the door, filing the expression on Arthur’s face in a mental folder labeled “Kate’s Proudest Moments.”
Every time I need a hit of joy, I think about you. You are my solace, Kate. Just knowing that you are in this world, everything makes sense.