I received this book for free from Xpresso Book Tours in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.The 52nd by Dela
Series: The 52nd Saga,
Published by Wise Ink on October 27th 2014
Genres: Fiction, Sagas, Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance
Source: Xpresso Book Tours
Buy on: Amazon, Barnes & Noble
Not one of the sacrifices chosen over the long history had survived–until now.
On the tip of the Yucatan peninsula, the immortal Castillo family gathers in Tulum. Weary and haunted, they receive the names of fifty-two human sacrifices chosen once every fifty-two years for the Underworld, a tradition thought to have disappeared with the fall of the Aztec and Mayan empires.
Driving home one night, college freshman Zara Moss swerves to avoid hitting a ghastly figure in the road. Lucas Castillo witnesses the car crash, but when it comes time to supervise her abduction from the wreckage, he intervenes. Something is different about Zara: Lucas has been having dreams of her arrival for five hundred years.
As Lucas and Zara come together to put an end to the bloody sacrifices, they discover that the ancient tradition isn’t so easily broken. The gods are angry, and they have until the Winter Solstice to drag Zara to the Underworld.
From Dela comes a new paranormal young adult story set in the Yucatan peninsula. A young girl gets drawn into a world she never knew existed when she becomes the target from a group of immortals. This story seems very different from a lot of YA novels currently on the market, and I love that it uses Aztec and Mayan rituals as the backdrop to this story. If the synopsis hasn’t made you interested, then the excerpt below definitely will. Check it out, and be sure to pick up a copy of The 52nd today!
“LOOK OUT!” she screamed, pointing to the front window.
A black figure stood in the beam of our headlights. I slammed my foot on the brakes, but they locked and the car began to skid. The smell of burning rubber filled the car as we screeched across the asphalt. The man didn’t move, and as we neared him, I cranked the wheel to the right as fast as possible to avoid him. We screamed as the car spun out of control.
As we skidded closer to the unmoving figure, I thought he was done for. I expected him to bounce up onto the windshield and shatter the window into thousands of tiny pieces. But the briefest second before impact, my door rushing directly at him, I saw—
It was not a man.