Book Review: The Indigo Spell by Richelle Mead

Image Alchemists, Witches, Vampires, Vampire Hunters- you have it all in this latest addition to the bloodlines series. There’s loads of drama, revelations and there’s the much anticipated Adrian-Sydney romance.

In the aftermath of a forbidden moment that rocked Sydney to her core, she finds herself struggling to draw the line between her Alchemist teachings and what her heart is urging her to do. Then she meets alluring, rebellious Marcus Finch–a former Alchemist who escaped against all odds, and is now on the run. Marcus wants to teach Sydney the secrets he claims the Alchemists are hiding from her. But as he pushes her to rebel against the people who raised her, Sydney finds that breaking free is harder than she thought. There is an old and mysterious magic rooted deeply within her. And as she searches for an evil magic user targeting powerful young witches, she realizes that her only hope is to embrace her magical blood–or else she might be next

. A lot happens in this novel. While reading  you’ll always be kept on your toes where the plot is concerned. It’s fast paced. A bit too fast paced I would say, for before you absorb the events of one chapter, the next chapter unfolds and with it comes the next plot twist. It seems like Mead is in a frantic rush to tell it all and in as few words as possible. And yes, we do get a lot of Sydrian in this.

One thing that really unnerved me was Sydney’s character development. True it takes a positive curve. But rather than the gradual approach of the previous two books, this one takes the hasty route almost to the point that Sydney doesn’t appear like herself. She now performs magic with an ease that is quite unbelievable given her disfavour and reservations regarding this issue. Yes, we still have her guilty rants but somehow they don’t strike the point.

Adrian’s still Adrian. Funny, sarcastic, quick-witted and SO endearing. Jilted yet again by Sydney, your heart goes out to him. But unlike the time when Rose left him, he takes it all without the much expected brooding. This time around he’s hopeful. And though he’s comparatively subdued in the first few chapters, his vibrant comes back in full-swing very quickly.

Another complaint : dearth of Eddie, Jill and  Angeline. I have come to adore Angeline ever since she was introduced in the second and i was quite looking forward to seeing more of her here. Though the book is seriously deprived of her, she does manage to get involved in some serious drama. Jill is as usual not deprived of the other gender’s attentions. One goes, another follows. Not that there’s any problem with that but there’s so much scope as regards her character. A lot more can be done with her. But like in the previous novels she has yet again been burdened with the same cliched story, albeit a lot more tamped down.

Review in five :   No love triangle.                         
Sydrian fans’s  haven.
                                       
Rapid plot development.
                                       
The Eddie-Jill-Angeline dearth.
                                     
 A climax shocker ( a Mead trademark).
                         

Free.

Every outlook is an unwanted weed
Gliding past the mirror
On the way to breathe
On the loose
Swishing, bubbling
Past the melee
Dripping with love, laugh
To the beat of her yen

Around the world she goes
Seeking the sound of her heart
Nothing but a distant stare
Eyes spilling with want
Enveloping in a yarn
Mind,body,soul
Eyes radiating transcendent ardour
As rays of sun
Deaf, blind to the earthly domain
Off she goes

High Heel.

You gifted me a pair of heels

The one that was pink

last birthday

5 inches of bluff

That i took for a token of love

 

Mouth sliding over

those three words you anounced

Hands sliding under

The pink heels

dangling from the bed

Silently attesting kisses moans and shivers

 

You gifted me a pair of heels

The ones that were pink

Last birthday

5 inches of bluff

That i took for a token of love

 

Those colossal pink

Tokens of love

Now under the bed

For want of feet they previously held

Feet that now hold more weight

 

Weight of love

ready to breathe

Alas, it was love only for me

Rivaling the 5 inch

With the color pink

 

You gifted me a pair of heels

The ones that were pink

Last birthday

5 inches of bluff

That i took for a token of love

 

Nailing me against the wall

You held

those pink treasures

Of love which

Now had red

 

Bringing down the rival

That added to the weight of the leg

5 inches

Of counterfeit

To suit your taste