Feversong (Fever Series #9)

Feversong (Fever Series #9)

by Karen Marie Moning


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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • MacKayla Lane and Jericho Barrons return in the epic conclusion to the pulse-pounding Fever series, where a world thrown into chaos grows more treacherous at every turn.

As Mac, Barrons, Ryodan, and Jada struggle to restore control, enemies become allies, right and wrong cease to exist, and the lines between life and death, lust and love, disappear completely. Black holes loom menacingly over Dublin, threatening to destroy the earth, yet the greatest danger is the one MacKayla Lane has unleashed from within: The Sinsar Dubh—a sentient book of unthinkable evil—has possessed her body and will stop at nothing in its insatiable quest for power. 

The fate of Man and Fae rests on destroying the book and recovering the long-lost Song of Making, the sole magic that can repair the fragile fabric of the earth. But to achieve these aims, sidhe-seers, the Nine, Seelie, and Unseelie must form unlikely alliances and make heart-wrenching choices. For Barrons and Jada, this means finding the Seelie queen, who alone can wield the mysterious song, negotiating with a lethal Unseelie prince hell-bent on ruling the Fae courts, and figuring out how to destroy the Sinsar Dubh while keeping Mac alive.

This time, there’s no gain without sacrifice, no pursuit without risk, no victory without irrevocable loss. In the battle for Mac’s soul, every decision exacts a tremendous price.

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Praise for Feversong

“Bold and brilliantly layered, deeply emotive and all-consuming, the story curves full circle as Mac and Dani try to save the world. . . . Fans of the series . . . will love every moment, every page. As one now expects from the incredibly talented [Karen Marie] Moning, gasp-inducing surprises await.”USA Today

“Heart-pounding.”Entertainment Weekly

“Epic.”—New Orleans Gambit

“Moning is one of the best. . . . [Feversong is] an exciting, pulse-pounding action-filled adventure that at times is dark and terrifying, and other times gloriously happy and romantic. . . . Another fantastic story.”—The Reading Cafe

“[Feversong is an] epic ending to an epic series. . . . It’s all feels.”—The Review Loft

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780594889397
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/17/2017
Series: Fever Series , #9
Pages: 560
Sales rank: 199,490
Product dimensions: 6.20(w) x 10.40(h) x 2.10(d)

About the Author

Karen Marie Moning is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Fever series, featuring MacKayla Lane, and the award-winning Highlander series. She has a bachelor’s degree in society and law from Purdue University.

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“The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on”

A warehouse in a Dark Zone, Dublin, Ireland

I rise.

Or try to. Jada crashes into me with a muffled grunt then her hands are on me, everywhere, touching, patting and pulling, undoing my restraints, and the sensation is too much. My body is hypersensitive.

Finally, she frees my hands. I push her away and open my eyes. Too fast, too much. Light thrusts cruel needles into my brain.

I close my eyes swiftly. Scents assault me: the acrid odor of the Sweeper’s minions, concrete and dust, chemicals and sweat.

“Turn off the lights,” I say.

“Why?” Jada says.

“I have a headache.” I wait without moving as she hurries about the warehouse, extinguishing the blinding lights the Sweeper arranged for our surgery.

Once I sense diminished brilliance beyond my lids, I open my eyes again. Tolerable.

“Mac, what did you do?” Jada exclaims. “They’re gone. Just gone!”

Sound impacts the delicate structure of my ears as if she’s taken a gong to a shield. Not gone. The Sweeper and his minions were displaced, still nearby. I say, “A simple spell of sifting—­backward, not forward.” No Fae has the power to fold things into the future, and only the king and I possess this small way to manipulate the past. In a matter of minutes the Sweeper will be here again, at our operating tables. But I intend to be gone.

I. Intend.

I rise. My body doesn’t move as planned. It shudders, flops, and goes limp. “Stiff from being on the table so long,” I tell Jada, who watches me with narrowed eyes. I contract my abdomen, bend at the waist, stabilize my upper body, rotate my hips and shift my legs as a unit over the side of the gurney and touch my feet to the floor.

I stand.


Desire. Lust. Greed. And the path I choose to supremacy.

Master of adaptation and evolution, I slide more surely in my skin with each breath, enjoying the complex albeit imperfect elegance of what I possess. I inhale long and slow, swelling first my abdomen then lungs with air. Breathing brings an assault of unfathomable stenches, but I will acclimate.

Everything MacKayla Lane experienced is filed in my meticulous mental vault, but during my incarceration in her body I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t smell.

I was—­as she is now—­trapped in a dark silent prison, my only connection to the world an attachment I forged to her central nervous system, through supremacy of will and relentless trial and failure. My existence was a smattering of complex electrical charges, intricate patterns without substance. Although I spied on her life as much as possible, I was able to seize use of her body, hands, and eyes only once, for brief duration. All else was diluted, secondhand perception absorbed from within except on that overcast rainy day I killed the Gray Woman and Mick O’Leary.

The power. The glory. That was the day I knew I would win. Those clumsy, debilitating hours I rode a body for the first time.

I require time to perfect control.

I. Require.

I draw myself up inside, gathering the enormity, the ancientness, the hunger and storm of my existence, and expand into the imperfect biological vessel I’ve claimed, saturating, possessing, every atom. I fill my blood, my bones, my skin.

I turn the full force of my regard upon Jada, blink once, and reveal myself. My eyes, reflected in the stainless steel door of a commercial freezer unit behind her, fill with obsidian until no white remains. Around me the very air cools; I have such presence.

She changes color. Fear impacts the nerves that connect brain to heart, constricting circulation. The blood vanishes from her face, leaving freckles upon snow. Her eyes widen, her pupils dilate and freeze. The scent of her body alters to one I find . . . intriguing.

I experience all of this with my own senses. It’s incomparable. My mere existence embedded within this stolen skin reprograms the anatomy of those around me.


I was made for it.

I would prefer to shred her flesh from bone but several things prevent me. I smile with my new face.

“I would run if I were you,” I tell her softly.

She does, lightning fast. No hesitation, no debilitating deliberation. There one moment, gone the next. Among humans, she is superior.

I covet her speed and dexterity. MacKayla Lane would call it “freeze-­framing.” If I could eat Jada and absorb her talent, I would ignore those things that stay my hand.

There is something else I can eat. Clever MacKayla. Flawed MacKayla. Those that fall pave the way for my ascendance. When one begins at the bottom, ascendance is a given.

I depart the warehouse and enter the gloomy day.

I enter.

I am. The Sweeper will appear shortly. Not even I have the power to destroy that one.

I’d contemplated pretending to be MacKayla, living among them, infiltrating their circle while pursuing my goals, but deemed the risk of discovery too high. Concealing my brilliance, feigning to be so much less—­impossible. Besides, I am a newly forged sword and will surely benefit from time with hammer and fire.

Time, my enemy, my ally. I have precious little of the commodity to implement my plan. Expediency is directly proportionate to success. When opponents war, the strongest and swiftest wins. I am already the former and intend to be the latter.

Until they hunt me, time is my ally. I possess the weapon to accomplish all my goals. I prize the spear, I loathe it. It might damage me. Its weight beneath my arm both reassures and repulses.

Singing softly beneath my breath—­one of MacKayla’s favorites, “Sh-­boom, sh-­boom, life could be a dream sweetheart”—­I move down an alley, around a corner, proceeding to my first objective. My map of Dublin, once an amalgam of neural currents, now has visual latitude and longitude. While MacKayla wandered aimless, I did not. I was paying attention.

What a sorry experiment she was. I desired so much more.

Unwavering laser-­focus on one’s goals is power. Humans rarely achieve it, infesting their garden with the cultivated parasites of empathy, compassion, mercy, nurturing the grubs of guilt and penance, heaping emotional fertilizer on every acre of arable, marchable, conquerable land until nothing remains but the sky-­high, sickly weeds of their stunted vision. A blind gardener reaps no crop, escapes no predator.

We are desire, lust, greed, and the path we choose to supremacy.

Humans romanticize this truth. Fact: they desire sex. Fact: they desire limiting that vessel from having sex with others. Fact: they create a ritual called marriage and an illusion called love to validate their greed and bid for supremacy over the object of their lust.

WE ARE DESIRE, LUST, GREED, AND THE PATH WE CHOOSE TO SUPREMACY. Take notes. Cretins. Idiots. Call it what it is. Then go forth and fucking conquer.

There are currently two Unseelie princes and one princess living. They will die. I permit none between my throne and me.

My body is human, not prince. Pity. A Fae form would eradicate irksome limitations. But there were no princes available the night I seized the opportunity for escape. I lack wings to soar into the sky, slash Death’s throat with my spear and douse the fire below with his blood.

But my first victim knows MacKayla and will come to her unaware she is me.

I giggle. “Surprise,” I murmur, envisioning the moment.

I spy the first of my children, offspring of the spells I am as I exit the Dark Zone. They are more my seed than they ever were the penitent king’s. Oxymoron that. A true king knows no penitence, bows to nothing and no one.

All of MacKayla’s knowledge of the world around her is mine. Her names for things come easily to me. My existence within her has been far more vivid than anything I experienced from within the covers of the Book that once incarcerated me. Three of my forty-­ninth-­made caste—­those she calls Rhino-­boys—­have a woman in the alley, willing sacrifice to partake of their flesh. They play with her for momentary pleasure, beady eyes, beady minds, puny shadows flickering in puny caves.

Much of the Unseelie King’s knowledge is mine as well. I sprang into existence from the spells he created to birth his Dark Court and know the True Names of the Unseelie, which grants me control over them. Unfortunately there are those Unseelie recently born, such as the Highlander prince, whose names are yet unknown or I would simply summon him and slay him now. Then there is Cruce, currently bound by the king’s chamber magic, impossible to summon. I will eliminate my most challenging enemies first.

I chime in the First Language and three tusked heads swivel. I command them to worship me, to offer the flesh that will grant me Jada’s strength and speed. The woman is abandoned as my children stumble, snuffle, and fall to their knees, heads bowed, shaking with fear and subservience. A simple caste. Not my finest work.

The Fae have long hungered for someone to lead them, make the decisions they fear, the bold ones that bring chaos, death, and war. I’m momentarily incensed by their limits—­these frail toys that are all with which I have to play. These things that aren’t real like me.

Still, I prefer frail toys to nothing. I’ve had an abundance of nothing.

Nothing is Hell. Nothing is where MacKayla is now.

It’s in breaking things that you understand them.

It’s in understanding them that you control them.

The Unseelie tremble before me.

As will the world.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I feel let down. The book wrapped up some storylines but not all. It felt as if the direction of some characters were changed at the last minute and some key players were rarely even mentioned. There are still so many unanswered questions and now I have many more from the ending. I have faith in KMM and I hope that there is a Highlander book for a certain unseelie in the works. This book was not my favorite but it did have some really great moments. It leaves me wondering why the heck she would write some things in to the plotjust to leaveit unresolved. (Ex: Dageus) It didn't meet my expectations.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book is a great read. I didn't think I was actually going to like book one, let alone the entire series. The story isn't a straight path of events. It turns and goes down different roads. My only complaint is that it left too many roads stopping before it's destination. In the general plot line, there are characters with crazy things that happen to them, building up that plot divergent but not taking you anywhere. Like too many questions with no answer. I think this was supposed to be the last in the series. That's why it's a 4 star. If I'm I'm wrong and the series goes on, then it would make it a 5 star book.
Mereid More than 1 year ago
I have followed this series since the beginning. Mac and Barrons' journey has taken me on all its ups and downs. It has been amazing. While it is bittersweet to say goodbye to one arc of the story, there is so much left to explore and Karen Marie Moning is such an incredible storyteller, we are far from finished with the Feverworld. There are no spoilers in this review. I am not even going to discuss what happens. That would require too many spoilers and they are called spoilers for a reason. Let me just say, I cried a lot. Tears of joy, tears of sadness. My heart broke and was mended and broke again. I cared about these people and what happened to them. Even when the tale went places I didn't want it to go, KMM was true to her characters, true to her voice, and therefore is true to her readers. So much of these books is about facing the truth. The books are filled with gems of wisdom about getting through rough times. Fear can cripple you. Here is one of my favourite quotes from the book: "Hope build a stairway to Heaven. Fear opens an abyss to Hell." Guilt cripples as well. We can forgive others easier than we can forgive ourselves. Perhaps we never are able totally forgive ourselves. So we can either be destroyed by that or understand it and go on despite it. Strength comes from being able to go on. We may not choose are fate, but we can decide how we react to it. Evil does exist. Perhaps it always will and perhaps that balance is necessary. Here is another of the quotes that made me stop to catch my breath: "Evil is bad that believes it's good." How true is that? I highly recommend this series and this book. I look forward to the future journeys you have in store for me. Thank you, Karen Marie Moning. I see you.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It felt like she made a list of things to try up and spent less time on making the story as gripping as it should have been. There were so many things that should have had a better write. Joes death was glossed over. It should have mattered more to dani. Ryodan lost his intensity. Christian became even less a character than he was in the last book. Deagan was mentioned once, so why turning him even occurred in the first place lost any meaning. With 500 plus pages and being the final book, i was hoping for it to be as good as the earlier books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So many things resolved yet I still hunger for more. I have lived this series for so many years now and I am mourning the loss of this world and the people that I fell in love with. I still have so many questions though and I want more. I loved all of it Karen Marie Moning. Every. Single. Book. Every. Sentence.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Karen Marie Moning is back! I have often wondered and snickered at people who despite owning a physical copy of the book they are currently reading purchase an e-book or audio copy of the same book. I will never snicker again I now understand. In a first for me, I purchased an e-book copy of Feversong so I could read it any free moment I had b/c my hardcover copy was too big for my purse. Many years ago I picked up Dark Fever the first book in Karen Marie Moning’s Fever series and was immediately hooked. Over the years I have enjoyed all of the books in the fever series some more than others. I gauge my enjoyment of a book by my ability to put it down and go on about my daily duties without my eye or hands twitching because I am dying to get back to the book. I gauge my love of a book the fact that I’m willing to forgo sleep because I can’t bear to stop reading. It’s rare that I come across a book that fits these criteria. As I read Feversong I got the same feeling I had when I first read Dark Fever. I didn’t want the book to end, I didn’t want to put it down…food and sleep become inconsequential. My road to Feversong has been filled with angst, anger, and disbelief. It was like the song of creation in the book to everyone but Mac, it was disjointed and painful to their ears the fever series has never taken a conventional path, just when you thought you had figured it out and knew what was going to happen next the author K’vrucked with your head and did something totally unexpected. There were times when series fans clamored for this story to be told in a conventional manner and there were times I didn’t necessarily agree with the way the series itself was unfolding but I trusted the author to deliver on the series promise that had been there from the very beginning. Like the song of creation, in the end, every note that had been the fever series came together and it was BEAUTIFUL! Feversong is BRILLIANT. From the very first chapter to the very end Karen Marie Moning’s voice was loud and clear. I didn’t know what to expect, yes, I was pretty sure I would like it maybe not love but at least like. Feversong went far and above my expectations. This book touched my heart and reminded why I became a fan of the series. The character evolvement of heroes and villains blew my mind. From the very first page, I was pulled in to the point that I was unaware of my surroundings and unable to put the book down. With every single chapter, I experienced something new I was shocked, horrified, laughed so hard I snorted and had my heart broken to the point I fugly cried…several times. Hours later as I discussed the book with friends I found myself crying once again and I wasn’t the only one. While this may be the end of Mac & Barrons story there is so much more worth telling. I hope we get to read those too. Bravo Karen, you kicked major petunia with this one and I have the feeling this is a new era. Welcome back, you were missed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book has left me feeling a multitude of emotions. I loved it and hated it. I wanted to throw it across the room. I thought Bloodfever made me cry. But this book made me ugly cry. Karen gave me the answers I craved but then left me with new questions. Overall I loved this book and the series will always be one of my favorites. Amazing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love thIs series but this was only so so. Kind of a letdown. An unsatisfying ending to an otherwise great series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved all of these books since the beginning. This last book did not disappoint.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have loved this series from the start! It is so bitter sweet to come to the end. This will be a series i will re-read time and again.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My words may not do this justice but..This is a Magnificent series! And this journeys end is so very sad and devastating..And joyous..beautiful and hope inspiring! I cried at the terrible losses and envyed and coveted the Love and the Friendships! Thank you Karen for this journey into this wonderful world and introducing us to these amazing people. Thank you for taking us into your brilliant imagination and sharing this story with us. It will forever be my favorite. And thank you for rushing to that blank page. May stardust forever rain softly o'er ye ? Always..Staying to the Light ? From One of your biggest fans..Deborah Lent Cooney Please..Write on..and I will read on.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a good,geat,ending. I cried and laughed. But I have a feeling a spinoff off is in the works, that darn Cruce is up to no good!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I refuse to believe this is the end of the Fever series. This book ended with more questions than the very first novel, Darkfever 10 years ago. I won't list any spoilers, but there's much more storyline to Jericho and Mac, the Nine, The Keltars and Dani/Jada. I'll wait patiently for their stories to continue.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I think it wrapped up some plots really well. Left it open for more too. That's what I love about this world it can go on forever.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book as I have every book she has written. When one comes out , it is as though my biggest wish has been granted. As a matter of fact I loved EVERY.Single. Sentence. Every.Single. Word. WRITE on Karen! Im gonna be rereading til the next one is released.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book for a closing ending
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Eight books was five too many just went on and on! Totally loved her ealier books this series not do much.
Anonymous 7 months ago
Good read
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I love she had her win! Now I hope Dani does.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Always enjoy reading this series, hope for more.
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Nice way to end the series.
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