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Shadow Of Night by Deborah Harkness GIVEAWAY

“Together we lifted our feet and stepped into the unknown”—the thrilling sequel to the New York Times bestseller A Discovery of WitchesDeborah Harkness exploded onto the literary scene with her debut novel, A Discovery of Witches, Book One of the magical All Souls Trilogy and an international publishing phenomenon. The novel introduced Diana Bishop, Oxford scholar and reluctant witch, and the handsome geneticist and vampire Matthew Clairmont; together they found themselves at the center of a supernatural battle over an enchanted manuscript known as Ashmole 782.
Now, picking up from A Discovery of Witches’ cliffhanger ending,Shadow of Night plunges Diana and Matthew into Elizabethan London, a world of spies, subterfuge, and a coterie of Matthew’s old friends, the mysterious School of Night that includes Christopher Marlowe and Walter Raleigh. Here, Diana must locate a witch to tutor her in magic, Matthew is forced to confront a past he thought he had put to rest, and the mystery of Ashmole 782 deepens.
Deborah Harkness has crafted a gripping journey through a world of alchemy, time travel, and magical discoveries, delivering one of the most hotly anticipated novels of the season.

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I have one copy of Shadow Of Night plus some awesome swag (buttons and a temporary tattoo) to give away to one lucky US winner! Thank you to the great people at Viking/Penguin for allowing me to participate!  Open until 7/11/12 @ 11:59pm EST with winner announced shortly after. 

Have you read A Discovery Of Witches yet? I highly suggest reading that one first because the story line is continuous from book to book – check it out- My Review HERE – A little bit Twilight, a little bit Harry Potter! 

A richly inventive novel about a centuries-old vampire, a spellbound witch, and the mysterious manuscript that draws them together.

Deep in the stacks of Oxford’s Bodleian Library, young scholar Diana Bishop unwittingly calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript in the course of her research. Descended from an old and distinguished line of witches, Diana wants nothing to do with sorcery; so after a furtive glance and a few notes, she banishes the book to the stacks. But her discovery sets a fantastical underworld stirring, and a horde of daemons, witches, and vampires soon descends upon the library. Diana has stumbled upon a coveted treasure lost for centuries-and she is the only creature who can break its spell.

Debut novelist Deborah Harkness has crafted a mesmerizing and addictive read, equal parts history and magic, romance and suspense. Diana is a bold heroine who meets her equal in vampire geneticist Matthew Clairmont, and gradually warms up to him as their alliance deepens into an intimacy that violates age-old taboos. This smart, sophisticated story harks back to the novels of Anne Rice, but it is as contemporary and sensual as the Twilight series-with an extra serving of historical realism.

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A Discovery Of Witches by Deborah Harkness ( All Souls #1 )

Available: Now Amazon/B&N

Type: Fantasy Novel – light on the romance

Publisher: Viking

My copy: Sent

Deep in the stacks of Oxford’s Bodleian Library, young scholar Diana Bishop unwittingly calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript in the course of her research. Descended from an old and distinguished line of witches, Diana wants nothing to do with sorcery; so after a furtive glance and a few notes, she banishes the book to the stacks. But her discovery sets a fantastical underworld stirring, and a horde of daemons, witches, and vampires soon descends upon the library. Diana has stumbled upon a coveted treasure lost for centuries-and she is the only creature who can break its spell.

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A witch is something Diana has never wanted to embrace being. Running through her blood is some of the most potent blood known to man and all she wants to do is run from it. When she stumbles upon an ancient manuscript her dreary life suddenly comes to a grinding halt.  Now all types of creatures are coming to look for her and without the training necessary she stand no chance of being able to defend herself.

Vampire, Matthew has been searching for this book for many centuries and now that Diana has been able to recall it he knows he must stop at nothing to get his hands on it. Only problem is that he is more interested in the witch and protecting her then he is with the actual book. Racing against time and those who wish her harm, Diana and Matthew will have to open their hearts and souls to the fantastic in order to survive.

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Have you ever wondered what would happen if Twilight and Harry Potter had an adult baby? Well, look no further because A Discovery Of Witches is exactly that. This is probably one of my favorite books of 2011..and yes I finished it just in the nick of time to say that. A Discovery Of Witches has it all! Suspense, mystery, intrigue and romance.

The beginning of the book starts out a bit slow and I wasn’t sure how I was going to connect to scholar Diana. she’s extremely bright and for the first quarter of the book there is a TON of science. That was never my strong suit in school so I can admit to be a little lost in the complexity of what was written. Past that though, Diana started to grow on me. She’s smart and inquisitive and really, completely naive about her witch heritage. Choosing to run from it and create stories about her parents death that didn’t involve witchcraft. Her reality is coming slowly unwrapped, as are her powers when Matthew shows up. He can give Edward Cullen a run for his money any day….and I’m pretty sure he would kick his ass. Matthew is also extremely smart and is a doctor in his own rights. Fifteen hundred years is a long time in which to gain all kinds of knowledge in many different areas. The one thing that eludes him however, is creationism. He strives to find out how himself, witches and daemons all came into existence and Diana holds the key in her ability to call up a long lost manuscript.

When Matthew starts protecting Diana instead of trying to get the manuscript for himself things get really interesting. He crosses a line with witches, vampires and daemons that has them all out to get Diana, the power she possesses deep within her blood and the manuscript that holds the key to everyones undoing. The possessiveness Matthew portrays is heartfelt and emotionally raw. I was slept away by his tidal wave of emotions he experienced while trying not to admit to himself that he was in love with Diana and simply trying to protect her for the sake of the manuscript.

I enjoyed Diana’s slow evolution into the witch she will be become in the following books. It was a breath of fresh air to see a witch just coming into her powers and not knowing how to do or control what she has. She is a witch unlike any other in that she has the ability to do most everything imaginable. Which for the sake of this book, is unheard of.  The world building is superb and by the end of the book I was half way understanding the science behind it…which for me, is a huge feat. :)

There is an entire array of secondary characters that make the book so much more. From the creative daemons to Diana’s two meddling aunts there is a bit of something for everyone. I especially liked the fact that Diana’s childhood home is haunted and the house has a life of its own.  It’s very “Poltergeist” the way the house takes and returns things when it feels they are needed. Even growing extra room before guests arrive. Definitely not like anything I have read before.

A Discovery Of Witches has all the fast paced witchcraft of Harry Potter melted perfectly with the romance of Twilight and wrapped up nicely is a brilliantly written story! I can’t wait for the next book to come out later this year!!!

 

I give A Discovery of witches by Deborah Harkness 5 stars! 

A Discovery Of Witches GIVEAWAY

Did everyone know that one of the most popular books of 2011, A Discovery Of Witches by Deborah Harkness, has now been released in paperback? No? You didn’t know? What? Well…technically it’s being released December 27th. No fear though, I have a giveaway for everyone today! Not only is the paperback coming out but the movie rights have been bought by Warner Brothers. So who knows…one day we may get to see these on the big screen!

To one random commenter in the US or Canada you can win a copy of your very own! I will leave the contest open until December 26th and will announce the winner on the 27th.

 

A richly inventive novel about a centuries-old vampire, a spellbound witch, and the mysterious manuscript that draws them together.

Deep in the stacks of Oxford’s Bodleian Library, young scholar Diana Bishop unwittingly calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript in the course of her research. Descended from an old and distinguished line of witches, Diana wants nothing to do with sorcery; so after a furtive glance and a few notes, she banishes the book to the stacks. But her discovery sets a fantastical underworld stirring, and a horde of daemons, witches, and vampires soon descends upon the library. Diana has stumbled upon a coveted treasure lost for centuries-and she is the only creature who can break its spell.

Debut novelist Deborah Harkness has crafted a mesmerizing and addictive read, equal parts history and magic, romance and suspense. Diana is a bold heroine who meets her equal in vampire geneticist Matthew Clairmont, and gradually warms up to him as their alliance deepens into an intimacy that violates age-old taboos. This smart, sophisticated story harks back to the novels of Anne Rice, but it is as contemporary and sensual as the Twilight series-with an extra serving of historical realism.

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EXCERPT

*Taken from DeborahHarkness.com*

The leather-bound volume was nothing remarkable. To an ordinary historian, it would have looked no different from hundreds of other manuscripts in Oxford’s Bodleian Library, ancient and worn. But I knew there was something odd about it from the moment I collected it.

Duke Humfrey’s Reading Room was deserted on this late-September afternoon, and requests for library materials were filled quickly now that the summer crush of visiting scholars was over and the madness of the fall term had not yet begun. Even so, I was surprised when Sean stopped me at the call desk.

“Dr. Bishop, your manuscripts are up,” he whispered, voice tinged with a touch of mischief. The front of his argyle sweater was streaked with the rusty traces of old leather bindings, and he brushed at it self-consciously. A lock of sandy hair tumbled over his forehead when he did.

“Thanks,” I said, flashing him a grateful smile. I was flagrantly disregarding the rules limiting the number of books a scholar could call in a single day. Sean, who’d shared many a drink with me in the pink-stuccoed pub across the street in our graduate-student days, had been filling my requests without complaint for more than a week. “And stop calling me Dr. Bishop. I always think you’re talking to someone else.”

He grinned back and slid the manuscripts—all containing fine examples of alchemical illustrations from the Bodleian’s collections—over his battered oak desk, each one tucked into a protective gray cardboard box. “Oh, there’s one more.” Sean disappeared into the cage for a moment and returned with a thick, quarto-size manuscript bound simply in mottled calfskin. He laid it on top of the pile and stooped to inspect it. The thin gold rims of his glasses sparked in the dim light provided by the old bronze reading lamp that was attached to a shelf. “This one’s not been called up for a while. I’ll make a note that it needs to be boxed after you return it.”

“Do you want me to remind you?”

“No. Already made a note here.” Sean tapped his head with his fingertips.

“Your mind must be better organized than mine.” My smile widened.

Sean looked at me shyly and tugged on the call slip, but it remained where it was, lodged between the cover and the first pages. “This one doesn’t want to let go,” he commented.

Muffled voices chattered in my ear, intruding on the familiar hush of the room.

“Did you hear that?” I looked around, puzzled by the strange sounds.

“What?” Sean replied, looking up from the manuscript.

Traces of gilt shone along its edges and caught my eye. But those faded touches of gold could not account for a faint, iridescent shimmer that seemed to be escaping from between the pages. I blinked.

“Nothing.” I hastily drew the manuscript toward me, my skin prickling when it made contact with the leather. Sean’s fingers were still holding the call slip, and now it slid easily out of the binding’s grasp. I hoisted the volumes into my arms and tucked them under my chin, assailed by a whiff of the uncanny that drove away the library’s familiar smell of pencil shavings and floor wax.

“Diana? Are you okay?” Sean asked with a concerned frown.

“Fine. Just a bit tired,” I replied, lowering the books away from my nose.

I walked quickly through the original, fifteenth-century part of the library, past the rows of Elizabethan reading desks with their three ascending bookshelves and scarred writing surfaces. Between them, Gothic windows directed the reader’s attention up to the coffered ceilings, where bright paint and gilding picked out the details of the university’s crest of three crowns and open book and where its motto, “God is my illumination,” was proclaimed repeatedly from on high.

Another American academic, Gillian Chamberlain, was my sole companion in the library on this Friday night. A classicist who taught at Bryn Mawr, Gillian spent her time poring over scraps of papyrus sandwiched between sheets of glass. I sped past her, trying to avoid eye contact, but the creaking of the old floor gave me away.

My skin tingled as it always did when another witch looked at me.

“Diana?” she called from the gloom. I smothered a sigh and stopped.

“Hi, Gillian.” Unaccountably possessive of my hoard of manuscripts, I remained as far from the witch as possible and angled my body so they weren’t in her line of sight.

“What are you doing for Mabon?” Gillian was always stopping by my desk to ask me to spend time with my “sisters” while I was in town. With the Wiccan celebrations of the autumn equinox just days away, she was redoubling her efforts to bring me into the Oxford coven.

“Working,” I said promptly.

“There are some very nice witches here, you know,” Gillian said with prim disapproval. “You really should join us on Monday.”

“Thanks. I’ll think about it,” I said, already moving in the direction of the Selden End, the airy seventeenth-century addition that ran perpendicular to main axis of Duke Humfrey’s. “I’m working on a conference paper, though, so don’t count on it.” My aunt Sarah had always warned me it wasn’t possible for one witch to lie to another, but that hadn’t stopped me from trying.

Gillian made a sympathetic noise, but her eyes followed me.

Back at my familiar seat facing the arched, leaded windows, I resisted the temptation to dump the manuscripts on the table and wipe my hands. Instead, mindful of their age, I lowered the stack carefully.

The manuscript that had appeared to tug on its call slip lay on top of the pile. Stamped in gilt on the spine was a coat of arms belonging to Elias Ashmole, a seventeenth-century book collector and alchemist whose books and papers had come to the Bodleian from the Ashmolean Museum in the nineteenth century, along with the number 782. I reached out, touching the brown leather.

A mild shock made me withdraw my fingers quickly, but not quickly enough. The tingling traveled up my arms, lifting my skin into tiny goose pimples, then spread across my shoulders, tensing the muscles in my back and neck. These sensations quickly receded, but they left behind a hollow feeling of unmet desire. Shaken, I stepped away from the library table.

Even at a safe distance, this manuscript was challenging me— threatening the walls I’d erected to separate my career as a scholar from my birthright as the last of the Bishop witches.

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Thank you to the wonderful people at Penguin for allowing me to have the contest!