The Dark Days Pact by Alison GoodmanThe Dark Days Pact by Alison Goodman

The Dark Days Pact

byAlison Goodman

Hardcover | January 31, 2017

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The much-anticipated sequel to New York Times bestselling author Alison Goodman's acclaimed The Dark Days Club—a smashing combination of Buffy and Jane Austen!


     June 1812. Just weeks after her catastrophic coming-out ball, Lady Helen Wrexhall—now disowned by her uncle—is a full member of the demon-hunting Dark Days Club. Her mentor, Lord Carlston, has arranged for Helen and her maid, Darby, to spend the Summer Season in Bristol, where Helen can sharpen her Reclaimer powers. Then the long-term effects of Carlston's Reclaimer work takes hold and his sanity begins to slip. At the same time, Carlston's Dark Days Club colleague and nemesis will stop at nothing to bring Helen over to his side—and the Duke of Selburn is determined to marry her. The stakes are ever higher for Helen, and her decision will truly change the world...
ALISON GOODMAN is the author of the internationally bestselling and award-winning Eon/Eona duology, as well as a YASF thriller, Singing the Dogstar Blues, and the adult novel A New Kind of Death (originally titled Killing the Rabbit). She was a D.J. O'Hearn Memorial Fellow at Melbourne University, holds a Master of Arts, and teaches cr...
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Title:The Dark Days PactFormat:HardcoverDimensions:496 pages, 9.3 × 6.4 × 1.5 inPublished:January 31, 2017Publisher:PRH Canada Young ReadersLanguage:English

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Continuation A great continuation of the series! Some questions get answers, some leave room for speculation. I loved seeing the characters grow, seeing where their relationships were going and how it was going to affect their decisions. An interesting read.
Date published: 2017-04-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Fantastic sequel! I was a bit worried about this book, as the middle one in the series, but it did not disappoint. I loved the return to the characters and the world, and I couldn't turn the pages fast enough. The plot was solid - whole unto itself, but pushing the series forward - and the stakes got higher. The romance is very slow-burn, and I'm dying to see where it goes from here. And after that cliffhanger, I can't wait for the next one!
Date published: 2017-04-04
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Victorian Doldrum I started reading this book with a vague awareness of everything that happened beforehand. And considering that The Dark Days Club proved to be a laborious read in itself, I found myself temporarily relieved by how easy it was to acclimate myself back into this world. It didn’t take long before the events of what had happened started flooding back. So I was pretty optimistic that I will truly have a better time with The Dark Days Pact. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t in the cards. The Dark Days Pact picks up where the first book left off. Lady Helen Wrexhall is now a card-carrying member of the demon hunters that belong in The Dark Days Club. Having been cast aside by her only living family, she now resides with the Hammond siblings. She’s fully accepted her role as a Reclaimer under the tutelage of Lord Carlseton who, by the way, did his very best impression of a surly jerk. *snorts*. This guy is a piece of work and if one doesn’t know his background, one could easily lump him with the rest of the jackasses of the 18th century (along with Mr. Darcy. Probably.). It took a bit of time for me to warm up to his character in the first book. Back then, I could appreciate his enigmatic, mysterious character. He was unbearable in this installment, however. But you’ll have to forgive him. He’s under a lot of pressure. Besides the fact that Lord Carlseton was so obviously fighting off an exhausting attraction towards Helen (hence, the jerky attitude), he’s also suffering from a malady that comes from years of reaping demon souls. Reclaimers aren’t supposed to be in a relationship with other Reclaimers so sparks flew whenever Lady Helen and Lord Carlseton were within each other’s vicinity. Sadly, the chemistry more often off the mark. In some ways, their relationship reminded me of Will and Tessa’s from The Infernal Devices from when they were just starting out. But alas, while Will and Tessa’s push and pull romance was convincing, Helen and Carlseton’s couldn’t begin to compare. Milquetoast is the word that comes to mind. The love triangle in this book comes into more focus towards the ending – which, admittedly, added to the annoyance that I was already feeling throughout. Thankfully, Helen’s feelings were very clear whom she favors – which relieved the irritation some. Duke Selburn wouldn’t take no for an answer under the guise of keeping the word he gave to Helen’s brother to protect her. And even though he bore witness to Helen’s kickassery at one point, he still insisted that a fine woman such as her should be protected by a man like him. *eye roll* We finally get to know a bit more about Lord Carleston’s history; the event that led him to believe that his wife perished through the hands of the Deceivers and ultimately, to his incarceration. Driven by a sense of duty to The Dark Days Club, his unrelenting need to rid the word of demons accelerated his descent to Cray Town (madness is a direct side effect to consuming demon souls). The only thing that could help him now was what was in the book. Speaking of, the bulk of the plot deals with a book that Benchley has created. It contained information about Helen’s parents, history of Deceivers and Reclaimers; the cure for whatever’s ailing Lord Carlseton, and how to open the gate to Hellmouth, so to speak. So you can say this book is very much in high demand. The higher ups in the club suspected Lord Carleston of knowing more than he’s led them to believe. That he had a hand in creating the book. I don’t know how you guys do it. But the Victorian period is not my favourite. I can’t sit back and not scream at the amount of mansplaining and hapless women whose daily existence is governed by the dictates of what society deemed as proper. I can’t do it. I can’t do it without wanting to face punch the nearest cravat-wearing douche within my sights. But if this is your type of thing, I’m not judging. I just get so mad! THAT. ENDING. THOUGH. What the freaking heck was that? Grrrrr.
Date published: 2017-02-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Thrilling and Addictive Lady Helen Wrexhall is back and ready to prove her mettle in Alison Goodman's The Dark Days Pact, the anticipated sequel to The Dark Days Club. A few weeks ago, Lady Helen's only concern was deciding what gowns she would wear in the endless social whirl of the London Season. Now she's defying everything she was taught as a lady—risking her reputation by disguising herself as a man and learning how to fight demons with her new inhuman strength. Lord Carlston has arranged for Helen to spend the summer in Bristol with Lady Margaret and her brother, Mr. Hammond, where she can focus on her training as a Reclaimer. But after giving her oath to serve the Dark Days Club faithfully, more complications arise for Lady Helen. Mr. Pike, Lord Carlston's colleague and rival, has ordered Helen to find Benchley's journal before it gets into the wrong hands. It not only contains sensitive Reclaimer information, but it's also thought to be a Ligatus. Helen must tread carefully in searching for the journal, for she's been tasked to do it secretly without Carlston's knowledge. Mr. Pike has seen the signs of Lord Carlston's recently deteriorating mind, one of the long-term effects of hunting demons and reclaiming souls, and called his loyalty into question. Helen would do anything to protect Carlston, but now one wrong move could mean betraying a friend or committing treason. Everyone is expecting so much of Helen, but no matter how hard she tries, it still feels as though it's never enough. Lady Margaret feels Helen isn't committed enough to her training. Carlston is still withholding information and keeping secrets, though he expects Helen to be dutiful to the Dark Days Club. And awful Mr. Pike, who doesn't believe a woman will be ever be as strong or capable as a man, only cares about using Helen to retrieve the journal. I was a little worried that Helen would fold under the pressure, but she deftly shows she's not willing to be coddled or easily controlled anymore. She just bides her time, waiting for the right moment to assert her authority. I liked The Dark Days Club, but I absolutely loved The Dark Days Pact. Danger, intrigue, forbidden romance—there was more of everything in this installment. The pacing was faster, the storyline more compelling and addictive, and the high stakes made me both anxious and excited at the same time. And I'm still in awe of the rich historical details of the Regency era that bring this series completely to life. And the ending! It was absolutely thrilling, tense, and dramatic. The Dark Days Pact left me aching to read book three right away. ** I received an ARC from Penguin Random House Canada in exchange for an honest review. **
Date published: 2017-02-10

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Chapter One Friday, 3 July 1812 At Lord Carlston’s bidding, Lady Helen Wrexhall studied the gentleman walking rapidly toward them up the rise of Brighton’s Marine Parade. Even at such a distance she could see that he was a thin, bitter-faced man in a sober blue coat rather badly cut across his stooped shoulders, and an unfashionable tri­corn hat drawn low over his brow.   “Can you really see him in detail from this far away?” Mr. Hammond asked, squinting at the tiny figure. “He is little more than a blur to me.”   “Of course she can: it is part of the gift,” his sister said. “Do stop making comments, Michael.”   “I can even see his expression, Mr. Hammond,” Helen said across Lady Margaret’s rebuke. The woman was forever criticizing and correcting. “I can report that the gentleman’s countenance is quite sour. Probably a bad kipper for breakfast.”   Mr. Hammond laughed. “Bad kipper. Did you hear that, Margaret?”   “Quite,” his sister said, her expression as sour as the one under discussion.   Lord Carlston thumped the ebony tip of his cane into the dirt path. “Lady Helen, focus. What do you notice about his gait?”   She smothered a sigh. So it was to be another lesson on manly pedestrianism. His lordship was adamant that she perfect a male disguise; their duties, he said, would take them into taverns and the like, and she must convince as a man. Clearly, however, she had not yet mastered her understanding of the masculine stride.   She studied his lordship from the corner of her eye. Today he looked older than his twenty-six years, weary and distant, the bold angles of his face set into stern command. The forbidding expres­sion was becoming all too familiar. Ever since she had been cast out of her uncle’s house four weeks ago, she had watched Lord Carlston retreat from the strange energy that leaped between them when they touched, pushing it behind his new role of instructor. It felt as if a shared pulse was slowly being extinguished. Yet what could she say? Nothing between them had ever been voiced, could ever be voiced. He was, by law, still married. She must quash the energy, too, although she did not know how. Whenever he guided her arm through a sword stroke or showed her how to punch, it felt as if her body were aflame.   He had noticed her scrutiny. She saw something flicker in his eyes—that pulse perhaps, not totally quelled—and then a lift of his dark slanted eyebrows called her to the task at hand. She shifted her parasol, taking refuge behind the green silk shield—Dear God, do not let him see the flush upon my cheeks—and returned her attention to the fast-approaching figure.   “He moves his arms with vigor,” she ventured. “And keeps his eyes to the fore.”   “No, forget his eyes and arms. Do you see how each pace is at least this long?” Lord Carlston’s cane plunged into the dirt again, measuring a good length from the toe of his right Hessian boot. “And despite those rounded shoulders, there is confidence in his upper body. You must take up more space when you walk and move with greater purpose.”   Space and purpose. Helen took an experimental step alongside the flimsy fence that safeguarded the sheer drop to the beach. The hem of her promenade gown brought her up short, the sudden halt causing her touch watch to swing out on the end of its silk neck-cord and slap back against her ribs. Despite its compact size, the watch was no small weight—a product of the hidden crys­tal lens folded inside—and its impact left a definite sting, even through her layers of muslin and lawn. She gathered up the green enameled case and cupped it in her palm, the diamond arrow at its center pointing to the large emerald set at the eleven o’clock mark. Lord Carlston had given her the watch to replace the minia­ture portrait of her mother that had contained its own lens, which she had lost to the enemy. A most forgiving gesture on his lord­ship’s part, considering the alchemy built into the miniature, and how dangerous it was to them all.   “Lady Helen?” Lord Carlston’s voice sharpened. “Do I have your attention?”   She jerked her head up and let the watch drop back to the end of its cord. “Of course. More space and purpose.”   She had no difficulty with the idea of more purpose. Surely that was just a matter of taking a longer stride—something that would be far more achievable when she was clad in breeches. Her long, lean measurements had already been given to a London tailor to sew her a pair of buckskins and all the other gentlemanly accou­trements. She was to be a fine young man, at least in the cut of her clothing. Her manner, however, was not so easily stitched into masculinity. According to his lordship, she still needed to deepen her voice, be less careful with the placement of her arms and legs, and now also take up more space. No easy task, since she had spent most of her life learning to control any excess gesture or movement. Nevertheless, she gathered up the hem of her gown, squared her shoulders, and rocked forward onto the balls of her feet.   “For goodness’ sake, you cannot go striding around with your skirts up,” Lady Margaret hissed. “Someone may see.”   “It is not as if she is galloping along the seafront in her chemise, my dear,” Mr. Hammond said.   “That may be so,” his sister replied, her delicate features pinched beneath her straw-chip hat, “but it is past the breakfast hour, and we are in full view of everyone’s drawing rooms.”   They all looked across at the row of houses that lined the Parade. Most of them were still shuttered, but enough had their windows exposed to the bright July morning to give credence to Lady Margaret’s alarm.   “I doubt that one or two steps will bring us undone,” his lord­ship told her, “but your caution is exemplary.”   Helen let go of her skirts and turned toward the sea to hide her pique, her eyes fixed upon a three-masted war-sloop no doubt making its way to Plymouth before joining the newly declared war with the United States. Perhaps it could aim its cannons at Lady Margaret and her exemplary caution instead, Helen thought, then immediately felt churlish. The woman was irritating, but she and her brother had been valued members of the Dark Days Club for over five years, whereas Helen had only just joined the secret order that protected mankind from the Deceivers. And although Lady Margaret and her brother were not Reclaimers like herself and Lord Carlston—rare warriors born to fight the hid­den creatures—it could not be denied that they were also placing themselves in great danger. Not to mention the fact they had been kind enough to take her in after she had been expelled from her Uncle Pennworth’s house.