Reunited by Colleen HouckReunited by Colleen Houck


byColleen Houck

Hardcover | August 8, 2017

Pricing and Purchase Info

$20.69 online 
$23.99 list price save 13%
Earn 103 plum® points

Prices and offers may vary in store


In stock online

Ships free on orders over $25

Available in stores


From Colleen Houck, New York Times bestselling author of The Tiger’s Curse, comes the third and final book in the Reawakened series in which Lily will train to defeat evil once and for all and find a way to her everlasting love. 
   After surviving her otherworldly adventure, Lily wakes up on her nana’s farm having forgotten everything. Her sun prince, her travels to Egypt, and her journey to the Afterlife are all distant memories.
   But Lily is not the girl she once was. Her body is now part human, part lion, and part fairy. And if that isn’t bad enough, she must harness this power of three and become Wasret: a goddess destined to defeat the evil god Seth once and for all.
   With the help of her old friend Dr. Hassan, Lily departs on her final voyage through the cosmos and across the plains of Egypt. On the journey, she will transform into the being she is destined to become.
   Reunited is the heart-pounding conclusion to the Reawakened series. It is time for Lily to find her sunset.

And don't miss new adventures with Lily in the rest of the Reawakened series: Reawakened and Recreated!

Praise for the Reawakened Series:

"[A] must-read for thrill-seekers and fans of alternate worlds."—RT Book Reviews

"Rick Riordan fans who are looking for another series will delight in this fantasy."—SLJ

"Wonderfully written and…the heart-pounding adventures are topped only by the heart-melting romance."—The Deseret News
"A sparkling new novel with a fully imagined world and mythos, and crackling romance! Egyptian mythology has never been this riveting!"—Aprilynne Pike, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Wings series, on Reawakened, book one in the series
Colleen Houck is the New York Times bestselling author of the Reawakened series: Reawakened, Recreated, and Reunited, as well as the Tiger's Curse series. Colleen lives in Salem, Oregon with her husband. Learn more about Colleen and her books at or follow @ColleenHouck on Twitter and find her on Pinterest.
Title:ReunitedFormat:HardcoverDimensions:464 pages, 8.63 × 5.81 × 1.31 inPublished:August 8, 2017Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0399555684

ISBN - 13:9780399555688


Rated 2 out of 5 by from Nope Short and Sweet: The best part of the book was when it was over. Of course, one of the first reviews I actually write for this blog has to be a negative one. I guess that’s the joys of reviewing books, though, not every book is going to strike the same to every reader. I, personally, disliked this book with nearly every fiber of my being. Other people may find this to be their favorite series of all time, and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s wonderful actually. If you did like this book though, I would recommend not reading this review. I hated this book and I’m not going to bite my tongue about it. The only good thing about this series is that it’s over and I didn’t waste another 20+ dollars on the final book in hardcover. I tried so hard to give this book a chance and I read through about 60% before I found myself starting to skim it. I kind of feel like that was a win. A quick disclaimer: I LOVE Colleen Houck’s writing most of the time. Her Tiger’s Curse series is one of my most favorite and cherished series of all time. I’ve read the first book around ten times, it’s my go to comfort book. I’ve read the full series through about five or six times. But one thing I want to make clear is that it’s perfectly okay to not love every single book or series that an author comes out with. Just because one resonates with you, doesn’t mean every single one will. I think there’s a huge misconception about that and it bothers me greatly. Anyways, let’s get started: The whole Wasret thing is just ridiculous. I mentioned in my last review that having three minds in one body was stupid, but to add in this fourth ‘entity’ that just wanted to take over and stir up trouble took it to a whole new level. I’ll never understand how the author thought this was a good idea. Not only that, but somehow this whole storyline just seemed completely disjointed and didn’t make a whole lot of sense. It’s as if she was using how confusing Egyptian mythology can be to just make up some crazy all over the place story and have readers accept it. Example: Asten was Seth’s son but not really because Anubis did some healing mumbo jumbo while Asten was an infant and now he’s actually Anubis’s son? I’m sorry, does the author not understand how biology work? It doesn’t make sense. OH! And the best part was that she ended up throwing in some Twilight ‘Jacob and Bella’ drama in there too. How she managed to recreate that mess is beyond me. So, Horus felt ‘drawn’ to Lily and it turns out that it’s only because Wasret is his true mate. If my eyes rolled any harder they would fling out of my skull. Seriously, it was dumb when Stephanie Meyer did it and it’s still dumb now. Beyond the dumb, drawn out plot, Colleen’s writing was just not up to par in this one. There were some major consistency issues with writing the three separate personalities. At some point she would just drop Ashleigh and Tia from having conversations with Lily in her head and not bring them back for another couple chapters. It just seemed really weird. On top of that, the page or more long descriptions of what characters were wearing just became so tedious to read. The long descriptions about how gorgeous Amon, Asten and Ahmose were somehow ended up even more tedious with an added bonus of nauseating. Unfortunately (or fortunately), I did end up skimming through the book from about 70-90% and then read the last 10% pretty straight through. It was just so boring that I was honestly thinking about how there’s a closet that hasn’t had a good cleaning in a few months. When a book makes me want to clean, it kind of hurts my soul. She also killed off the grandmother(the only half decent character) and Dr. Hassan and had them guarding the afterlife forever. In the end, the book wrapped up perfectly, of course. Everyone got their own bodies, handed off their heart scarabs (what?) to their significant life mate and became gods and goddesses of the cosmos. Because why not? Ugh.
Date published: 2017-09-14
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Nope. I hated this. I think the reason I am raging so hard from this book is because I had such high expectations of having a completely new series surrounding Egyptian mythology, which I love. There was some mythology in this that did peak my interest and was some of my favorite parts. Reawakened was okay, but kind of fell flat. This one absolutely face planted. I'll start with the things I liked: 1. The mythology: Awesome stories as usual. 2. She clearly researched as much as she could, which was nice. 3. The grandmother, Nebu, The tree, and Ashleigh's attitude. 4. Some of the fights at the end were kind of cool. Things I hated: 1. Lily/Tia/Ashleigh : This is just creepy as all hell. I really wish that this Sphinx thing would of happened the way it was supposed to because having three consciousness' in the same person is just weird and doesn't make any sense at all. You could sometimes figure out which personality was in control at that time, but it just made the whole book awkward. Also, Tia is a lioness. Do you really think they speak poetically? 2. If people hated the love triangle in Tiger's Curse, prepare yourself for a rectangle. Oh but wait, there's more: Lily is in love with Amon, Tia is in love with Asten and Ashleigh is in love with Ahmose. But they're all in the same body... wut? And I'm pretty sure in the end, they're all going to be magically separated from each other and get to live HEA 3. This is essentially the Tiger's series but only written slightly different. For example: Dr. Hassan = Mr. Kadam Lily = Kelsey Amon = Ren Asten = Kishan Ahmose = .. Kishan? Then you trade Indian mythology for Egyptian, Tigers for Lions and voila. Rather than writing an entire 'new' series by basically rewriting your first one, continue the first one. Then you don't end up with crap like this. A few other things that angered me: -Ever hear of a monogamous relationship? As an fyi, it usually it doesn't include making out with your boyfriends brother. -Who ever edited this first edition needs to go back through it. Some parts were seriously hard to read because there was 3-4 people talking with 3-4 fonts to distinguish who it was and it failed terribly. -All the gods/creatures falling in love with Lily. Okay, so it's explained off as being Amon's Heart Scarab? But come on. Does she really have to have all gods and men falling at her feet? All in all, this sucked. It pains me terribly to rate it so low. If you loved this. Awesome, I'm glad you got enjoyment out of this. This is just some things that really peeved me off
Date published: 2017-09-14

Read from the Book

1  Pancakes and Papyrus  Nana’s rooster crowed, the sound of his cry too jarring for me to ignore. I rolled over and licked my lips, which for some reason felt swollen and numb. My mouth was particularly dry. I groaned as I shifted beneath the sheets, tugging them over my head to block out the piercing beams of daylight. The light was an intruder--an unwelcome visitor disturbing the dark tomb where I slumbered peacefully. There was an awareness tickling the back of my mind, but I doggedly ignored it. Unfortunately, whatever it was had sunk in its claws and wouldn’t be pushed aside so easily. What was it that I couldn’t remember? And why did I feel like I’d lost a boxing match? My head hurt. I longed for a cold drink of water and a bottle of aspirin, but I just didn’t have the energy in my limbs to seek what I wanted. The clattering of pots and pans told me I wouldn’t be able to lounge in bed much longer. Nana was going to call for me soon. Bossy needed to be milked, and there were eggs to gather. My feet hit the cold wooden floor, and as I slid to the edge of the bed my hands shook. I had the sudden feeling that I was in danger. When I stood, my knees buckled, and I quickly sat back down. Gasping, I took hold of my grandmother’s quilt, my fingers tightening into fists that clutched the fragile fabric as fiercely as I would a life preserver. A cold sheen of sweat glistened on my arms. I couldn’t catch my breath. Horrors filled my mind: Death. Blood. Destruction. Evil. Was it a dream? If it was, it was the most vivid nightmare I’d ever had. “Lilypad?” my nana’s voice called. “You up yet, hon?” “Yeah,” I answered, my voice quavering as I rubbed my trembling limbs vigorously. “I’ll be out soon.” I attempted to shake off the nightmare as best I could and dressed in a faded pair of overalls, a comfortable T-shirt, and thick socks. By the time I headed out to the barn, the sun had fully risen above the horizon. It perched in the cerulean sky, beaming down on me like an all-too-knowing eye. The light painted the thin clouds above in shades of rose and dusty orange. As I walked the well-worn path, the golden sunshine warming my shoulders and the fragrant air tickling my nose with the scent of Nana’s flower garden, I felt like all should be right with the world. And yet I knew it wasn’t. The gilded setting struck me as false, and I sensed evil things hiding in the shadows. Something’s definitely rotten in the state of Iowa. Settling onto the wooden stool beside Bossy, I thought I had never in my life been so tired. It was more than physical exhaustion. Deep inside I felt battered, drained--like my soul was one of Nana’s wet towels, wrung of water and thrown carelessly on a line to dry. Pieces of me skittered around in the breeze, and it was only a matter of time until a gust of wind blew hard enough to send me flipping into the dust. Reaching up to pat Bossy’s flank, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The sound of streaming milk was soon pinging against the side of the metal bucket. What kind of incomprehensible human ritual are you engaged in now? an irritated voice said. I squealed and staggered up from my seat, accidentally kicking over the milk bucket and my wooden stool in the process. It’s called milking a cow, ya flea-bitten feline. Naturally, I assumed as much. But such an act is beneath us. And for your information, we don’t have fleas. “Who’s there?” I called out, spinning around. I picked up a pitchfork and kicked open a stall, looking for intruders. “My nana has a shotgun,” I warned, a statement I never thought I’d ever have to utter. “Trust me. You don’t want to get on her bad side.” Why doesn’t she know who we are? questioned a voice with an Irish accent. I don’t know. Perhaps there is something wrong with her mind. Lily, we are inside you, the initially irritated voice said. “What?” I pressed my hands against the sides of my head and crouched down. Maybe I’m still dreaming, I thought. Either that or I’m going insane. Have I finally cracked under the pressure of getting ready for college? I’m now imagining voices. That can’t be a good thing. You’re not imagining us, darlin’. Yes. We’re as real as that too-fat-to-run, very mouthwatering creature you were trying to milk. Milk is not nearly as satisfying as red, raw meat, just so you know. An image of sinking my teeth into the body of a creature filled my mind. Steaming blood filled my mouth as I licked my chops. I screamed, falling into the small pile of hay I’d broken apart to feed the cow. Fantastic. You broke ’er. One as powerful as Lily doesn’t just break. Shows what you know. I’ve been with Lily longer. I think I know her well enough to know what she can handle. Obviously, she can’t handle this. Can’t you feel her disconnect? It’s like her mind is floatin’ above us. Before she was as wrapped around us as a chicken guardin’ her eggs. Now she’s gone and flown the coop, leavin’ us trapped in our little shells waitin’ on some fox to scoop us up for breakfast. I am one of Isis’s chosen. An African cat destined to fight in great battles with teeth and claw. I am not a chicken egg. Well, without Lily, we’re just as powerless. When the mama hen dies, her chicks die, too. Lily is not dead. Near enough. I lay there, the prickly straw poking my neck and back as I listened. Was I dead? And all this some kind of special hell reserved just for me? The macabre thought made me want to bury myself deeper. Hide from the insanity surrounding me. The two voices continued arguing. Whoever they were, they seemed to know me. They sounded familiar, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t conjure a memory. Bossy came over and nudged my prostrate form, bawling for me to finish the milking job I’d started. When her long tongue darted out toward my cheek, I tried to move away but found I couldn’t even wince. I was trapped in my own body. A brain aneurysm. That’s what must be happening. It’s the only thing that could explain the voices and the inability to move my limbs. The door creaked open, and I felt someone reach out and touch my arm. “Lily?” A man leaned over me. His eyes were kind and familiar, but I struggled to identify him. The skin on his face was weathered, like a timeworn leather vest, but most of the wrinkles around his eyes were upturned, as if he spent most of his time smiling. Hassan! both voices cried at once. He’ll help us. “Oh, Lily!” he cried. “I feared something like this.” That didn’t sound good. The man disappeared briefly before he returned with my grandmother. She eyed the man like he was a wolf trying to make off with her prize sheep. Still, she worked with him to wrangle me into the house. Once I was settled on the couch, she reached for the old-fashioned phone hanging on the wall. “Please don’t,” the man asked in a soft, pleading voice. His eyes cut to my nana and then to me. I could hear the anger and suspicion in her voice. It was lurking just beneath a layer of forced politeness that was steadily melting away like a snowpack blanketing an active volcano. Nana was fixing to erupt in all her protective grandmotherly glory. “And why wouldn’t I call an ambulance?” she asked, daring him to give her an answer. “Seems mighty convenient that you just happened upon my granddaughter in the barn. How do I know you didn’t cause whatever’s wrong with her?” “On the contrary. I freely admit, I am partly to blame for her condition, though I would never wish her ill. If I had wanted to make off with her for some nefarious purpose, I wouldn’t have retrieved you.” Nana didn’t respond with more than a suspicious hmph. The man wrung his hat in his hands guiltily as he spoke. “As to why you should refrain from seeking medical attention, it pains me to inform you that what ails Lilliana is not of this world. I’m afraid a doctor would be of no help whatsoever.” I couldn’t see Nana from my fixed position on the couch, but the fact that she wasn’t immediately pushing the buttons for 911 meant that she was considering his words. “Explain,” she demanded. “It’s rather complicated . . . ,” he hedged. “I would suggest you give me the Reader’s Digest version, then.” The man nodded, swallowed, then said, “Now, this is a supposition on my part, but I think Lily might be suffering from a form of extreme dissociative identity disorder. She’s had a very recent traumatic experience. One terrible enough that her conscious mind has . . . for lack of a better explanation, retreated. It’s a way for her mind to protect itself.” “And when, exactly, do you believe this trauma has occurred? Lily has been under my care since she arrived.” “That’s not precisely true.” “That’s enough. I’m calling the police.” “No! Please, dear lady, I beg you. I mean neither you nor her any harm. There is no one more qualified to help her than I. You must believe me.” “Who are you? And how do you know Lily’s name?” There was a dangerous edge to her voice. He sighed. “My name is Osahar Hassan. I’m an Egyptologist by trade. Has she mentioned me at all? Spoken of Egypt?” Nana came closer to the couch. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. “Her . . . her parents said she’s taken quite an interest in the Egyptian wing at the museum. She’s spent all her free time there for the past few months.” Had I? If so, I had no memory of it at all. Why did I get out of bed this morning? I knew something was off. Still, my brain disassociating didn’t make sense. Was that where the voices were coming from? And why did my mental state affect my limbs? I tried desperately to move my pinky. Just lift one finger. I concentrated like I was threading one of Nana’s embroidery needles. I couldn’t produce so much as a twitch. “Lilliana has been helping me on a . . . a project of great importance. I’m afraid one of the discoveries we’ve made has put her in some peril.” He raised a hand. “She’s out of physical danger.” He grimaced. “For the moment. It’s her mental state that I’m most concerned about. You see, there was a spell. . . .” “A spell?” Nana lifted her eyebrow along with one corner of her lip. “Yes, a spell. A very ancient, very powerful one. If you will allow me, I can prove to you that what I’m saying is true.” He took a step closer to the couch, but Nana dropped the phone, which was now beeping because it was off the hook. The half smile disappeared from her face as she picked up the rifle she kept tucked in the corner. Nana didn’t keep it loaded, but the man wouldn’t know that. “I’ll thank you to keep your distance from my granddaughter,” she warned. The man looked at the rifle, then at my grandmother. He gave her a small nod but lifted a finger as if to shush her, completely nonplussed by the gun pointed at him. “Tia?” he said while looking at my inert body. “Are you there? If you are, I need you to take over for Lily.” In the few seconds it took for me to wonder who Tia was, my focus shifted. I felt smaller. Like I was looking up at the world through a thin layer of water. Instinctively, I bucked against the change. I knew that what was happening to me was connected to something bad, chained-to-an-anchor-and-thrown-in-the-ocean bad, but at the same time, I had the distinct impression that I was safe. Cared for. Loved. “I am here,” I heard one of the voices say, except now it was coming from my mouth. Slowly, my view shifted as my body sat up on the couch. “The fairy is with me as well.” I have a name, ya know, the second voice inside me said. “The fairy?” The man frowned. “Apparently, Anubis left out some of the pertinent details, as usual.” “Fairy? Anubis? What exactly is going on here?” Nana demanded. “Lilypad, are you all right, honey?” “The one you refer to as Lilypad is here. It is as Hassan has described. Her mind is fragmented. She is like a river after a rainstorm--clouded with silt. I can only hope that with time she will return to normal.” The man rubbed his jaw. “Yes, perhaps,” he said. “How can you speak of normal when she has a split personality?” Nana demanded. “Tell me exactly what is going on!” The Egyptologist was about to speak when a new voice, like ethereal musical smoke, echoed around us. “Perhaps you will allow me to explain,” it said. My head moved and fixed itself on a pinpoint of light that grew steadily in the center of the room. I heard a soft gasp from Nana when a beautiful woman with moonbeam-blond hair as smooth and straight as a frozen pond stepped through a glowing doorway. The lighted background diminished around her, but there was still a brightness that never left her form. “Who . . . who are you?” Nana asked. She looked to Hassan, but he just stared at the woman in awe. She’s a blinkin’ fairy like me! the fairy voice said. “Clearly, she is not,” Tia answered. “Do you not recognize a goddess when you see one?” A goddess? I thought with an inner snort. That’s crazy. And I knew crazy. New Yorkers saw crazy every day--guys dancing on the street in Lady Liberty dresses, women jogging in heels, food trucks that looked like cheeseburgers, dogs as fashion accessories. But this was next-level stuff, my-boyfriend’s-an-alien kind of crazy. If I hadn’t seen the woman magically appear, I would never have believed it. Even with photographic evidence. Whoever she was, the woman was as out of place on my grandmother’s farm as a chocolate cupcake was at the gym. She is a fairy, the voice continued in a manner I was sure only I, and Tia, could hear. I’d bet my tree house on it. “She is not,” Tia said vehemently, using what I decided to call her outside voice. “She is the sister of Isis.”

Editorial Reviews

Praise for the Reawakened Series:"[A] must-read for thrill-seekers and fans of alternate worlds."—RT Book Reviews"Rick Riordan fans who are looking for another series will delight in this fantasy."—SLJ  "Littered with Egyptian mythology and snappy dialogue, this romantic adventure is a good choice for graduates of Rick Riordan or fans of Houck’s Tiger’s Curse series."—Booklist   "Fans of paranormal romance will love the Egyptian spin on this story of devotion and sacrifice, and Lily’s humor, combined with plentiful dangerous escapades, will keep readers engaged."—VOYA "The author weaves her story out of Egyptian lore, cinematic magic, selfless love, and . . . is clever enough to remain surprising even to the last sentence."—Kirkus Reviews “Houck’s moving depiction of the love between Lily and Amon is memorable."—Publishers Weekly "Wonderfully written and…the heart-pounding adventures are topped only by the heart-melting romance."—The Deseret News   "A sparkling new novel with a fully imagined world and mythos, and crackling romance! Egyptian mythology has never been this riveting!"—Aprilynne Pike, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Wings series, on Reawakened, book one in the series     Praise for The Tiger's Curse Series: New York Times Bestsellers USA Today Bestsellers Publishers Weekly Bestsellers Parents' Choice Award Winners   "A sweet romance and heart-pounding adventure . . . In short, Tiger's Curse is magical!"--Becca Fitzpatrick, New York Times bestselling author of Hush, Hush     “The hot new romance-adventure series of 2011 . . ."—Teen Magazine      “Epic, grand adventure rolled into a sweeping love story . . .” –Sophie Jordan, author of FirelightThe Tiger's Curse series is also being made into a movie! Adapted by Julie Plec, creator of The Vampire Diaries, and directed by Shekhar Kapur, who directed the Academy-Award winning movie Elizabeth.