Haven't got this one either. Better hit the shops soon.

so this is way different from the series, but it's good. I like all the Greek mythology parralels.

I have never liked Faye!

11 - Tipo em Todd e o livro do puro mal. Todo mundo morre e ninguém liga...

I want to read the books, but the library didn't have them last time I went.

I don't remember these books at all, so I'm psyched to be re-reading. :)

Starting The Secret Circle trilogy, since I'm addicted to the show.

Changed a bit for the show version. Liking the show more. It's funny how age changes your viewpoint. I don't remember Cassie being so annoying & clingy when I read this as a pre-teen.

Reading while listening to the rain. Peaceful <3

Time to re-read a book

I miss these old-school ones.

Just started this. If it's as good as L.J.'s other books I won't be disappointed. =)

finished!!!! wow!!!

"Do we have a deal?" Faye said again.
No escape. No hope. Cassie's vision was blurring, going dim; she could barely
hear Faye over the rushing in her ears.
She felt the last drops of resistance... more

"Do we have a deal?" Faye said again.
No escape. No hope. Cassie's vision was blurring, going dim; she could barely
hear Faye over the rushing in her ears.
She felt the last drops of resistance, of will, drain out of her.
"Well?" said Faye in her throaty, mocking voice.
Blindly, scarcely knowing what she was doing, Cassie nodded.
Faye released her.
Then she pushed the mute button again. "Sorry, Diana, I got the wrong number. I
meant to call the Maytag repairman. 'Bye now!" And with that she hung up.
She stretched like a giant cat, replacing the phone on the nightstand as she lay
back. Then she put her arms behind her head and looked at Cassie, smiling.
"All right," she said. "The first thing is, you get me that skull. And after
that... well, after that I'll think of what else I want. You realize that from now
on I own you, Cassie."

"It's over," she whispered, and she didn't just mean
the oath.
His eyes were like silver-edged darkness. "It's over," he said, and reached his
bloodstained palm out to her. She hesitated, then... more

"It's over," she whispered, and she didn't just mean
the oath.
His eyes were like silver-edged darkness. "It's over," he said, and reached his
bloodstained palm out to her. She hesitated, then took his hand with her own.
She felt, or imagined she felt, their blood mingling, falling to the ground
together. A symbol of what could never be.

Cassie should have pushed him away, should have run from him. Instead, with a
gasp, she buried her head in his shoulder, in the comfort of his thick Irish
sweater. She could feel his warmth all... more

Cassie should have pushed him away, should have run from him. Instead, with a
gasp, she buried her head in his shoulder, in the comfort of his thick Irish
sweater. She could feel his warmth all around her now, anchoring her, keeping
her safe. Protecting her. He smelled so good-like autumn leaves and wood fires
and ocean wind. Her heart was pounding.
It was then that Cassie knew what forbidden love meant. It meant this, wanting
this much, and feeling this wonderful, and knowing it was wrong. She felt Adam
pull away from her slightly. She looked up at him and knew that he was as
overwhelmed as she was.
"We can't," he said in a thick voice. "We can't ..."
Gazing up at him, seeing only his eyes, the color of the ocean that night when
it had whispered to her to drown in it, Cassie's lips moved to form a soundless
"No." That was when he kissed her.
And in that instant all coherent thought was lost. She was swept away by a salty
wave of sheer feeling.

It was as if her words had conjured something magical out of the air, or as if
her own perceptions had been sharpened. Her breath caught in her throat as she
saw it again. The silver cord. It... more

It was as if her words had conjured something magical out of the air, or as if
her own perceptions had been sharpened. Her breath caught in her throat as she
saw it again. The silver cord. It hummed and shimmered, more powerful and
vibrant than ever, linking them. It was as if her heart was directly connected
to his.

I'm one of them, she thought, and for the first time the full import of this
struck her. Not a puppy off the street anymore. I'm a full member of the Club.
She felt the bubbles of excitement, of... more

I'm one of them, she thought, and for the first time the full import of this
struck her. Not a puppy off the street anymore. I'm a full member of the Club.
She felt the bubbles of excitement, of exhilaration in her bloodstream again.
And there was a deeper feeling, too, of recognition. As if something at her core
was nodding, saying Yes, I knew all along.

Earth and water, fire and air,
See your daughter standing there.
By dark of moon and light of sun,
As I will, let it be done.
By challenge, trial, and sacred vow,
Let her join the Circle... more

Earth and water, fire and air,
See your daughter standing there.
By dark of moon and light of sun,
As I will, let it be done.
By challenge, trial, and sacred vow,
Let her join the Circle now.
Flesh and sinew, blood and bone,
Cassie now becomes our own.
"That's it," Laurel said softly from behind Cassie. "You're in."
In. I'm in. Cassie knew, with a feeling of wild exhilaration, that nothing would
ever be the same again.
"Cassie."
Diana was unclasping the silver necklace she was wearing. Cassie's eyes were
drawn to the crescent moon pendant that hung from it. It was like the one on the
diadem, Cassie realized-and like Deborah's tattoo.
"This is a token," Diana said, fastening the chain around Cassie's neck, "of
your membership in the Circle."
Then she hugged Cassie. It wasn't a spontaneous gesture; it had more the feeling
of a ritual.

I trust you, Diana.
That was the answer she found at the bottom of her mind. I trust you. Despite
all this, no matter how it looks, I trust you.
She looked back at Faye, who was still wearing a... more

I trust you, Diana.
That was the answer she found at the bottom of her mind. I trust you. Despite
all this, no matter how it looks, I trust you.
She looked back at Faye, who was still wearing a little catlike smile. Gazing
straight into those honey-colored eyes, Cassie said clearly, "Go on. There's no
fear in my heart."

That night, she pulled all the curtains shut in her room so she wouldn't have to
see the ocean or the darkness outside. Chest aching, she opened her jewelry box
and took out the piece of... more

That night, she pulled all the curtains shut in her room so she wouldn't have to
see the ocean or the darkness outside. Chest aching, she opened her jewelry box
and took out the piece of chalcedony.
I haven't touched your gift in a while. But I've thought about you. Whatever I'm
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doing, wherever I am, you're somewhere in my mind. And oh, how I wish...
Her hand shook as she shut her eyes and put the stone to her lips. She felt the
familiar crystalline roughness, the coolness of it warming to her warmth. Her
breath came more quickly and tears started to her eyes. Oh, someday, someday,
she thought...
Then her mouth twisted in pain. A surge of something like lava welled up in her
chest, and she threw the stone as hard as she could across the room. It hit the
wall with a sharp sound and fell, clattering, to the floor.
Someday nothing! the cruel voice inside her cried. Stop fooling yourself! You'll
never see him again.

Cassie was the only one in the room left standing. She looked at them, the
members of the Club, and they looked at her. No one needed to say anything. She
turned around and left the room.

Cassie smiled down at her tuna sandwich. After so many weeks of loneliness, she
had found where she belonged. She was Diana's friend, Diana's adopted sister.
Her place was here beside Diana.

Practically everybody they passed wanted to talk with Diana, and those who
didn't have something to say hung around the edges just listening.
Cassie watched Diana speak to each of them. The guys... more

Practically everybody they passed wanted to talk with Diana, and those who
didn't have something to say hung around the edges just listening.
Cassie watched Diana speak to each of them. The guys begging for dates were the
only ones she dismissed, smiling. Some of the people shot nervous glances at
Cassie, but none of them backed away or said anything nasty. Apparently Diana
had the power to counteract even Faye.

"You know, it's funny about us both wishing for sisters, and neither of us
having one," she said. "And ever since I saw you in the science building... well,
I've felt almost as if you were my... more

"You know, it's funny about us both wishing for sisters, and neither of us
having one," she said. "And ever since I saw you in the science building... well,
I've felt almost as if you were my little sister. It sounds strange, but it's
true."
It didn't seem strange to Cassie. Ever since she'd seen Diana, she'd felt as if
they were connected in some way.
"And-I don't know; I feel I can talk to you, somehow. Even more than to Melanie
and Laurel, even though we just met. I feel that somehow you understand me and
that... I can trust you."
"You can," Cassie said quietly, but with a passion that surprised even her. "I
don't know why either, but you can trust me, no matter what."

"Let me see... 'My Dreams,' by Cassie Blake. Imaginative title, by the way."
"You don't have any right-" Cassie began, but Faye ignored her. She began
reading in a theatrical, melodramatic... more

"Let me see... 'My Dreams,' by Cassie Blake. Imaginative title, by the way."
"You don't have any right-" Cassie began, but Faye ignored her. She began
reading in a theatrical, melodramatic voice:
"Each night I lie and dream about the one-"
"It's private!" Cassie cried.
"Who kissed me and awakened my desire-"
"Let me go!"
"I spent a single hour with him alone-"
"It isn't fair-"
"And since that hour, my days are laced with fire."

She turned toward the stairway again. But someone was standing there, too.
Enough light shone into the room now that she could see features as the girl
stepped forward.
"Hello, Cassie," said Faye... more

She turned toward the stairway again. But someone was standing there, too.
Enough light shone into the room now that she could see features as the girl
stepped forward.
"Hello, Cassie," said Faye. "I'm afraid Sally couldn't make it. But maybe you
and I can help each other instead."

All around her, conversation died. Then she heard the scraping of chairs.
Oh my God I don't believe this I don't believe this is happening it's not true...
But it was. Her worst nightmare... more

All around her, conversation died. Then she heard the scraping of chairs.
Oh my God I don't believe this I don't believe this is happening it's not true...
But it was. Her worst nightmare. Something so much worse than dead dolls or
rubber snakes.
In a daze of unreality she looked up to see every other occupant of the table
rising. They were picking up their lunches; they were leaving. But unlike the
two nice sophomore girls, they weren't heading for the garbage cans. They were
just moving to other tables, one here, another there, anywhere they could fit
in.
Away from her. Anywhere so long as it was away from her.

She was right. She hadn't noticed it at the time; she'd been too worried about
Faye's threat. But the poem she'd written that morning and then crumpled up in
anger was missing.

"All right." Faye was smiling again, a particularly unpleasant smile that made
her red lips look cruel. "I think you were right the first time, Deborah. She's
dead meat." She looked at Cassie... more

"All right." Faye was smiling again, a particularly unpleasant smile that made
her red lips look cruel. "I think you were right the first time, Deborah. She's
dead meat." She looked at Cassie. "You're new here, so you probably don't
understand what kind of mistake you've made. And I don't have time to stand here
and tell you. But you'll find out. You'll find out-Cassie."