Crossed (Soul Eater #3 ) by Eliza Crewe
War isn’t going well for the Crusaders and Meda wouldn’t mind to let the ship sink…without her.
She has true friends now though and they will never give up hope or surrender.
How did she end up being the voice of reason she has NO IDEA
“Meda the sensible”…*shudders*
“Meda the hellraiser”…well, since Crusaders send her to save the day in actual hell…sounds more like it!
Meda is still in town and seems like her friends truly need her evil genius to get things done.
“When you said we were going to blow shit up, I didn’t think you meant it literally,” he says with a devilish grin. “So what now?”
“Meda make boom.”
“That’s it? That seems . . . straightforward.”
“The devil is in the details.”
I’m impressed by this author’s talent.
I said it after reading the first book and I’ll say it again now that I’ve read the complete trilogy…
Original plot, memorable characters, witty and remarkable writing.
This is not one of those stories you read and forget the day after.
It’s GOOD, VERY GOOD.
There’s lots of action, unshakable and unique friendships, and a tiny bit of romance too.
There’s even a very special love story…
My gaze leaves them and finds Him. My one true love.
My heart gives a little squeeze at the sight of him. He leans nonchalantly in the parking lot, the long afternoon sun splashing his shadow on to the pavement, bigger, taller than the original. Enormous, like the space he fills in my heart.
It wasn’t love at first sight. Oh no, like all the best relationships it was slow and tempestuous. I thought he was too loud, too flashy. As for him, he was aloof.
I move forward and stroke his shiny chrome fender. “Who’s a good boy? Are you my good boy?”
“It’s just a motorcycle,” Jo snaps.
…very special 😎
That said…I didn’t entirely love this book because a few things are left “approximated”, glassed over or unexplained, expecially at the end.
Meda & Armand‘s relationship too lacks that “something” that makes it believable…
They get married but
On the contrary, Meda herself does some growing up without changing her nature.
She learns the importance of building and nurture true friendships and fighting for the people you love.
I’m also happy with Meda & Jo‘s friendship and how it develops through all 3 books.
Here they acknowledge it’s the best thing that could ever happen to them both:
“You have been my greatest weakness since the day we met,” I shout.
She doesn’t back down. “You’ve been my greatest strength.”
Overall a ⭐☆ 3.5 stars read that I rounded up to 4 ☆⭐
~ My Ratings ~
Writing: 4 /5
Plot: 3 /5
Hero: 3.5 /5 (Vote for Armand because he’s Meda’s other half but this is not a romance book)
Heroine: 4 /5
Secondary Characters: 4 /5 (I’m not sure Jo & Chi should be consider as secondary characters)
MC’s chemistry: 3 /5
Triggers: Violence, Death
Recommended to: Urban Fantasy / Young Adult Readers that are comfortable with triggers mentioned above.
~ Quotes ~
I fly through the air, soaring over chaos, then slam into the opening of the world. I grip the edge just barely. Grit rolls under my hands and I slide back towards the hole, only barely catching myself with the very edge of my fingertips. I dangle over disaster, the roar of battling demons below, but I am unafraid. I am filled with nothing but smug damn victory.
I am Meda fucking Melange. There is no way in hell I’m letting go.
Meda: “She grins and Chi grins and I’m overcome with the urge to smash their lunatic heads together. “I cannot be the sane person in this relationship!” I whine again, uselessly.”
“When someone loves you unconditionally no matter what you do…it’s hard to be an ass.”
Just as the Crusaders are plagued with hate, demons are afflicted with hope. The equal opposite nature of the cosmic game board means no one is above reproach, and no one is below it.
it wasn’t your magic, Meda, it was you. You could sympathize with the demons. You could forgive them.” She looks at me and her voice is small. “You could forgive me.”
“I won’t forgive you if you start crying again.”
That causes another snortle. When she stops, she takes another breath and she looks more relaxed than I’ve seen her in months. Maybe ever. “Who would have thought that you would become my conscience?”
I gasp in horror. “Don’t you dare get used to it! I’m the bad cop.” I point at her. “Staid, righteous good cop.” I point at myself. “Mischievous, fun-loving bad cop.”
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