Reading Haze is like eating a bowl of pistachio nuts. Peeling the shell is frustrating as hell, but man, are they ever tasty. Paula Weston’s version of angels is the stuff to fear, romanticized, and hero-worshipped. Whatever it is, she’ll have you reading like the devil’s on your heels.
Shortly after Shadows ended, Gaby is even more sure of her identity. Regardless of her past, the life she woke up to is still teeming with trouble. The need to find her brother remains the guiding light that keeps her going everyday. Though, there’s a tell-tale fear in her heart that going to Melbourne may lead to more heart break. Rafa will not let her give up, however. Jude is alive, he’s sure of it. But Gaby’s reluctance to go to Melbourne puzzles him to no end.
Gaby knows that as soon as they find Jude, more Rephaims and demons will be gunning for them; enemies who are only interested in finding out what the twins got up to before their memories were wiped. In the meantime, She is more than determined to find out what happened between her and Rafa. Even if everyone had warned her that whatever it is, it will break the feeble truce they’ve somewhat established since their reunion.
There are only a few series I could list where I could say, with fervent candor, that I would kill anyone, sleep with anyone to read its subsequent offerings: The Black Dagger Brotherhood by J.R. Ward, The Others by Anne Bishop, and The Rephaim by Paula Weston. And every time I get the books in my hot little hands, I get an overwhelming feeling of equal parts excitement and genuine trepidation.
I sometimes don’t know what to do with myself.
On the one hand, my yearlong craving would finally be sated. But on the other, I knew that I could be setting myself up for a crushing disappointment. To be perfectly honest, Haze was frustrating. Gaby’s reluctance to go to Melbourne and Rafa’s stalling tactics about what really happened between them before she lost her memory, contributed to this fact. In addition, the innate spark between Gaby and Rafa is slowly intensifying to an excruciating crescendo; truly, an explosion in the making. So while I’ve tried my best to savour Haze, I was a demon possessed trying to see its end. Rafa’s cursed tongue was even more infuriating this time around – which made him even more attractive – if you can believe it.
The story didn’t move as fast as I expected it to. However, it didn’t lack for action and suspense. In fact, this is the type of read where my heart was consistently knocking back on my chest. The thing is, Rafa, Gaby and the gang has enemies left and right. You don’t know when they will strike next. They also don’t know where to lay their trust; the doubts and suspicions were unrelenting. By midpoint, I was ready for Gaby and Rafa to get to Melbourne already. But bumps kept getting in the way, including a nearly impossible rescue mission in exchange for Jude’s laptop.
At the end of the day, Paula Weston has me by the nose. I read at a frenetic pace and had to constantly fight off the urge to skim to get to the juice of the story. I was an addict who couldn’t stop reading. I do have Shimmer waiting for me but I heard some murmurings of an epic cliffie. I don’t know if I can handle that kind of
aggravation excitement right now. I think I’d much rather wait until Burn comes out.