Dead of Winter by Kresley ColeDead of Winter by Kresley Cole

Dead of Winter

byKresley Cole

Paperback | December 15, 2015

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Can Evie convince her rival loves to work together? Their survival depends on it in this third book of #1 New York Times bestselling author Kresley Cole’s Arcana Chronicles, a nonstop action tale of rescue, redemption, and a revenge most wicked.

Heartbreaking decisions
Evie was almost seduced by the life of comfort that Death offered her—until Jack was threatened by two of the most horrific Arcana, The Lovers. She will do anything to save him, even escape Death’s uncanny prison, full of beautiful objects, material comforts…and stolen glances from a former love.

Uncertain victory
Despite leaving a part of her heart behind with Death, Evie sets out into a frozen and perilous post-apocalyptic wasteland to meet up with her allies and launch an attack on The Lovers and the vast army they command. Such formidable enemies require a battle plan, and the only way to kill them once and for all may mean Evie, Jack, and Death allying. Evie doesn’t know what will prove more impossible: surviving slavers, plague, Bagmen and other Arcana—or convincing Jack and Death to work together.

Two heroes returned
There’s a thin line between love and hate, and Evie just doesn’t know where she stands with either Jack or Death. Will this unlikely trio be able to defeat The Lovers without killing one another first?
Kresley Cole is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the electrifying Immortals After Dark paranormal series, the young adult Arcana Chronicles series, and five award-winning historical romances. A master’s grad and former athlete, she has traveled over much of the world and draws from those experiences to create her memorable c...
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Title:Dead of WinterFormat:PaperbackDimensions:320 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 1 inPublished:December 15, 2015Publisher:Simon & Schuster Books for Young ReadersLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:1481423460

ISBN - 13:9781481423465

Reviews

Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good The second book is still my favourite so far, but this one was still good, very engaging and we get more answers of this apocalyptic world that Cole created. I really like the concept with the taro cards. Sooooooo good! Can't wait for the next book!
Date published: 2018-04-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Dead of Winter (The Arcana Chronicles #3) by Kresley Cole I give the book 4 stars because I just wish more would have happened with the story moving forward in all aspects.. somehow. I just felt this booked lagged much more than the others and concentrated way too hard on the 'choice' and nothing else. Plus the Lovers dieing so easily and without any flair seemed silly. After all that hype about how powerful they are.. I felt it was a sellout that he 'absorbed' Violet and severely weakened himself in the process.. Illogical a bit I think.
Date published: 2018-03-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Dead of Winter (The Arcana Chronicles #3) by Kresley Cole I give the book 4 stars because I just wish more would have happened with the story moving forward in all aspects.. somehow. I just felt this booked lagged much more than the others and concentrated way too hard on the 'choice' and nothing else. Plus the Lovers dieing so easily and without any flair seemed silly. After all that hype about how powerful they are.. I felt it was a sellout that he 'absorbed' Violet and severely weakened himself in the process.. Illogical a bit I think.
Date published: 2018-03-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Lots of Romance and Emotion Wow. THAT was an emotional roller coaster. I think this was my favourite of the series so far, and it's ending it leaving me eager for more! Though the majority of the story focused on the relationships and romance between Evie, Jack, and Aric, the story was well constructed and full of surprises and unexpected adventures. Not to mention terrifying and horrific in terms of enemies. There was a lot of character development and growth with the main trio. Everyone has changed so much and continues to mature and grow. As far as the romance, while it did drag on for a lot of the story, I did sympathize with Evie's debate. Both Jack and Aric are so different and yet so similar in the way they love Evie. It was a truly harrowing and gripping story full of adventure and danger and romance, and a serious creep factor that will keep me up at night. I'm becoming more addicted to this series as it goes on, and I really have to see what happens next.
Date published: 2017-08-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Such a fantastic series If you enjoy paranormal romance, then you'll love this. Kresley Cole creates a world in which Tarot Cards are actual people, and within a post apocalyptic world, these humans, all young adults must battle for their lives all while navigating the normal everyday stuff like love and relationships. Who to trust, who to ally with, who to love and who and how to let go. Its all here. The books go quickly, and youll be up late for that 'one last page'..
Date published: 2017-03-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from YOU NEED TO READ THIS i loved reading this book, the story line is amazing and i could not put the book down lol #plumreview
Date published: 2017-02-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome I loved this series. This is for sure a series I could reread numerous times and still love. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-01-02
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Wow... 3rd one down! Great! Wasn't my favorite of the series but I love (and hate the triangle of love), but overall I thought this one was very very good. And I'm excited for the next book to come out in this series!
Date published: 2015-07-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Heart-Pounding Continuation to the Arcana Chronicles Evie has sure come a long way since Poison Princess. She was just so utterly weak and lacking in survival instincts in the first book, but after everything she's endured and overcome since the Flash, you wouldn't recognize this former cheerleader anymore. And I totally love it! As the tarot Empress, Evie possesses terrifying powers that include poison and regeneration, but she has still barely scratched the arsenal at her disposal and the range of her abilities continues to grow. After struggling so hard to accept her role as one of the Major Arcana and the terrible acts she committed in her past lives, Evie is finally ready to embrace her destiny in Dead of Winter. In the months that Evie has been living in Death's isolated fortress, Jack has risen as a leader among the human survivors, founding Fort Arcana and building his own army to counter the Azey, led by the sadistic twins Violet and Vincent, known as the Lovers. Evie must convince Jack and Death to somehow work together and launch an attack against their cruel enemies before it's too late to stop them. The unlikely trio must once again set off into the post-apocalyptic nightmare they live in, but their journey is further complicated by Evie's very torn personal feelings towards both men. Evie has fallen in love with both Jack and Death for very different reasons and can't imagine life without either of them. Death has seen the best and worst sides of Evie in the many reincarnated lives they've shared, but Jack's raw passion always makes her feel so very alive. Evie doesn't know how she could possibly make a decision. I thought the Arcana Chronicles was a trilogy, I really did. Now imagine my surprise when Dead of Winter ended on a major cliffhanger! As I anxiously read those last 50 pages, I kept wondering how loose ends could possibly be tied up as the novel certainly didn't seem to be moving towards a finale. It didn't even occur to me that there could be another book after Dead of Winter. I can't believe Kresley Cole could stab a dagger into our hearts and then leave us hanging like that! I need the next book. Right. Now. Kresley Cole's Dead of Winter is an explosive, heart-pounding continuation of the Arcana Chronicles. The progression of this series, from Evie's character growth to the complex world-building of an endless battle between the Major Arcana, is absolutely stunning. I loved every moment of Dead of Winter and will be waiting with breathless anticipation to learn what happens next.
Date published: 2015-07-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great story teller! I'm not a young-teen reader but this book kept me interested all the way through. Can't wait for Cole's next book!
Date published: 2015-02-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Dear God I'm Hooked!!!! The stakes for Evie and the Arcana have quadrupled since the last installment!! This third book was phenomenal and I cannot wait to see what's next. I adore watching a character like Evie battle very human emotions alongside the strain that comes with being an Arcana in the game. On top of the dangers of After Flash--Bagmen, Slavers, and eternal darkness--Evie's internal battle with her power as the Empress and her decision between two strong and incredible although flawed leading men, Evie must face the most perverse of the Arcana. The Lovers. With a duo so twisted and stuck in their ways Evie will have to reconcile taking life again despite wanting nothing but peace. This is one of those books that entertains you with the plot while challenging you mentally as you encounter characters that live on the edges of human morality. At the center of it all is a strong character deciding whether to keep to her innocent ways or unleash an evil that's poisoned the games for centuries because power is her burden. If you're looking for a non-stop thriller third installment to an all ready heart stopping sequel than come. Touch. And pay the price!
Date published: 2015-01-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Solid third installment Nothing can beat the magic of Poison Princess's intro to the world of living Arcana, but this installment does a great job of illustrating the third phase of the classic love triangle: the two men meet. I was not disappointed, and the Game moved along nicely, although I would have liked to have a few new Arcana introduced more interactively. It gave enough mysterious hints about the future to keep me waiting anxiously on the fourth book. I gulped this down in a couple of days and that means it was a really good book!
Date published: 2015-01-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Kersey ' s amazing!!! Fantastic read. I couldn't put it down :)..... only negative is.... now I have to wait another year for the next one.... I wish we could get just a little sneak peek at the next book lol
Date published: 2015-01-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Seriously Epic I really hope we'll not have to wait a year for the next book! I already can't wait! Read the first two books before this one, it will help to understand the story line. Such a great series!
Date published: 2015-01-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Dead of winter So I love these books. The whole series is honestly one of the best I've read.I just love her writing but she kills me with the cliff hangers .I can't believe I have to wait for the next book now . Great job
Date published: 2015-01-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love this, got it on the 6th literally almost done, and honestly i am divested every time i have to put it down. absolutely memorized by the fanatical world of the arcanna, best series I've read yet. everyone i get to read it tells me they enjoy them more than the "hunger games". I've grown so very attached to countless characters, don't ever want the story to end. Kresley Cole has done a phenomenal job in creating an original and intensely captivating series, the novels definitely seem to pull on the heart strings, you will be hanging off of every word right until the end.
Date published: 2015-01-08

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Dead of Winter 1 DAY 372 A.F.? (MAYBE 373?) SOMEWHERE IN SLAVER TERRITORY Inhale exhale inhale exhale As I raced over the countryside on horseback, I kept hearing deep, ragged breaths. Rain fell from the black sky, drops pelting my face. Winds whipped my horse’s mane and made my poncho hood flap. But I still heard breaths. The tiny hairs on my nape rose. My mare snorted, her ears pricked forward. I didn’t have Lark’s animal keenness or the senses of a huntress like Selena, but I could feel someone—or something—watching me. Stalking me? Inhale exhale I rode harder, pushing myself, pushing my staggering horse, forcing her to navigate the rocky terrain faster than was safe. I hadn’t slept since fleeing Death’s lair days ago—if you could call them “days” in this never-ending darkness. Sheer will kept me in the saddle. Delirium was taking hold. Maybe nothing stalked me, and my own breaths sounded foreign to my ears. If I could just rest for a few minutes . . . Focus, Evie! So much was on the line. Jack’s life was. I was determined to save him from the Lovers, Vincent and Violet Milovníci. Sadistic Vincent had captured him; Violet journeyed to meet up with her brother. Once they reunited, those twin serial killers would torture Jack with their contraptions. I raced to beat Violet, taking untold risks. Even now, I couldn’t believe what I’d done to escape Aric. Every other minute, a raindrop would hit one of my eyes directly, the sting blurring my vision. I would blink to clear my eyes, and details of my last encounter with Death would blossom in my mind. . . . The feel of his sword-roughened palms as he’d seized my waist and laid me in his bed. His rasped words: “If you surrender to me, you will be mine alone. My wife in truth. I will do anything to have that.” Even coercing me, promising to save Jack—for a price. Blink. His scent—sandalwood, pine, masculine—had weakened my will like a drug, quelling the heat of battle inside me. Still I’d managed to say: “This won’t work out as you plan.” Blink. His head had inched closer, his amber eyes intent, just before his lips had covered mine. His kiss had a way of muddling my thoughts, making me forget all the things I needed to remember. Blink. “There. That’s better,” he’d murmured as he’d removed my clothes. “Just let me see you . . . touch you.” With his supernatural strength, he must have taken pains not to rip the lace of my panties. When I lay naked before him, his amber eyes had glittered like stars. Pinpoints of light had mesmerized me. “So lovely, sievā. My gods, you humble me.” He’d given me one of his rare unguarded smiles. “This is joy I feel, is it not?” I’d wanted to sob. Blink. Blink. Blink. I shook my head hard. I needed to pay attention. I couldn’t afford to get lost in memories. To get lost at all. When I’d readied a bug-out bag and my gear in a panic, Matthew had telepathically directed me: —Follow the rushing water upstream into slaver territory. Find the soot valley, then travel its length. If you reach the mass gravesite, you’ve gone too far. Ascend the next mountain to the stone forest.— Yet since then, he hadn’t answered any of my calls. I reached the end of a soot-filled valley and started the climb. Rain began to pour. Minutes? hours? days? passed. Despite the threat I’d sensed, I could barely stay awake. My head kept dipping. Maybe I could close my eyes—just for a second. I dropped forward, resting my cheek against the horse’s mane, an arm on either side of her neck. My lids slid shut. When I opened them, I was at Haven. The mare was gone. No rain, no winds. The sky was star-strewn black. All around me, that eerie A.F. silence. Matthew, am I in one of your visions? Every detail felt so real. Bitter ash tinged my tongue. The scent of scorched oaks and sugarcane stung my nose. In the distance, Haven House was a blackened ruin. My mother’s funeral pyre. I’d burned her body and our home. Jack had secretly helped her die. I understood why. I didn’t accept how. I couldn’t reconcile after. How many lies he’d told. Grief ripped through me, for my mother, for our life before the Flash. My new existence was so brutal and visceral, I wondered if my pre-apocalypse memories were actually a soft and hazy dream. What was real? Unreal? Though Matthew had looked away when my mom had died, he could still access scenes from the past. Was he giving me the memory of her death? A breeze feathered over the ash on the ground, the sound beautiful—like sighing. I heard my mother’s faint voice telling Jack, “Use the pillow. . . .” No, Matthew! I’m not ready to see this! Not ready— A wolf’s howl pierced the night. I jolted awake in the saddle. The rain had dwindled to a foggy drizzle. How long had I been out? I rubbed my gritty eyes. Almost screamed. I was surrounded by shadowy figures. Wait, not figures. All around me were towering stacks of rocks, placed like logs for a bonfire. There were so many stacks the area resembled a forest. The stone forest. Who would waste calories to assemble these? And why did I find them so chilling? Matthew, are you there? At last, I felt his presence in my mind! —Empress!— Has Violet joined her brother yet? —The Violet is not there.— Oh, thank God. —Soon.— Shit! You told me Vincent camped within days of Death’s castle. I’ve ridden for DAYS. —Arcana all around.— I heard their calls, as if from a sound-out. . . . —Eyes to the skies, lads!— Joules. —Trapped in the palm of my hand.— Tess. —I watch you like a hawk.— Gabriel. —Behold the Bringer of Doubt!— Selena. —Don’t look at this hand, look at that one.— Finn. —Crazy like a fox.— Matthew. —We will love you. In our own way.— The Lovers. So many Arcana were close. Which meant I was close. —Terror from the abyss!— Huh? Before I could ask about the new call, my sense of being watched returned. I jerked my head around. —Empress, you’re one stone forest and one clearing away. Some . . . obstacles between us.— Movement. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man skulking from one stack of rocks to the next. Another man loped to join the first. The armed pair wore fatigues and creepy night-vision goggles. Soldiers of the Lovers’ army? The stones were for cover, staged as if for a paint-ball course! How long had those men been lying here in wait? Matthew, I’m in trouble! I slapped the reins against the mare. She whinnied a protest, but increased her speed. Chest heaving, she wound around the stacks. I craned my head back. Two soldiers had become ten, all with rifles at the ready. Now they walked in plain view. Because I was already surrounded? As the ground began to flatten, those stacks grew fewer. I raised my hand above my eyes, straining to see. Ahead—the clearing Matthew had spoken of! My face fell. With no vegetation, it was a quagmire, water and muck pooling in huge craters. Past that, a wall towered, must be thirty feet high. What lay behind it? A shot rang out; a bullet whizzed by my head. My mount fled from the sound. “Go, GO!” In my panic, my nails morphed into thorn claws. The razor-sharp edges sliced through the fingers of my gloves. My glyphs stirred, moving over my skin. A second gunshot. The near-miss bullet pitted the mud beside the horse’s hooves. She shrieked, trotting faster. The shooters missed on purpose. They would want me—and the horse—alive. Women and horses were two valuable A.F. commodities. Desperate for safety, I squinted at the wall. Men guarded a brightly lit gate. —Head there, Empress.— My mare would have to slog through the clearing. It was like a moat fronting that wall. The soldiers would catch me long before then. A bright color drew my attention. Attached to a post was a handcrafted sign emblazoned with a red skull and crossbones—along with the warning: DANGER! MINES! And that explained the craters. Are you kidding, Matthew? Soldiers trailing me; mines ahead. How do I get past a minefield? An agonized yell sounded behind me. I dared a glance back. Only nine soldiers followed. They ran toward me at a faster clip. The ones at the edges aimed their guns—off to their sides. Another horrified yell. And another. Open gunfire erupted. Muzzle flashes warred with fog; I couldn’t make out anything. I turned forward. Screamed. Three soldiers stood before me, rifles trained on my face. The mare reared, punching hooves at them. The other gunmen had been pushing me toward these! Yet behind them, a black beast melded with shadow. One brilliant golden eye gleamed like a lantern. Cyclops! Had Lark sent her one-eyed wolf to protect me? Baring dagger-size fangs, the massive beast gave a spine-chilling snarl. The men twisted around— Cyclops launched himself at the panic-stricken soldiers, knocking them to the ground. His mighty jaws clamped down on limbs and rifles, snapping through bone and metal. Body parts sailed into the air. Blood spurted like a mall fountain. I winced, though I should be used to seeing stuff like this. The wolf lifted his head from the carnage and growled at the stupefied soldiers positioned behind me. Those bastards had driven me into a trap; Cyclops ate the trap. Faced with the beast’s dripping maw, they fled headlong. For me, Cyclops wagged his scarred tail. “Good damn wolf. Good boy.” Matthew said: —Ride for the fort! You have to make it to the wall.— What’s behind the wall? For all I knew, Matthew was sending me into the Milovnícis’ camp. —RIDE!— Into mines? We’re going to get blown away! Forget my self-healing powers; I couldn’t regenerate from decapitation. —Go left.— Directing me around the danger? I turned to Cyclops. “I don’t know if you can understand me, or if Lark is steering her familiar. But follow my mount carefully unless you want to regrow limbs.” He was still limping from our battle with the Devil Card. He chuffed, and bubbles of blood formed over his snout. With a swish of his tail, he defiantly snapped up a dismembered arm, carrying it like a chew toy. But he did move behind me. I’m trusting you, Matthew. I swallowed and guided my horse left. —MY left!— Quick correction. Cyclops followed. —Faster, Empress. Or the Azey will figure out our mine moat maze.— Your what? Who are the Azey? —A.S.E. Army of the Southeast. Go right for three seconds. Then left.— Holding my breath, I slapped the reins yet again. One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three. I tugged the reins to my right. —Faster!— Soon I was galloping through a minefield, a telepathic Arcana in my mind and a giant wolf at my heels. I could hear those same wet breaths. The wolf had been following me! If I lived through this night, I was so going to owe Lark. The gate creaked open ahead. I spurred the mare, racing to reach the fort. With no idea what awaited me . . .

Editorial Reviews

Gory at times and touched with humor, this engaging entry in the Arcana Chronicles gallops between postapocalyptic chase and rescue scenes while also occasionally pausing to explore the dual nature of love.... Read Poison Princess (2012) and Endless Knight (2013) first, and prepare yourself for a zinger of a cliff-hanger!