- Taschenbuch: 464 Seiten
- Verlag: Razorbill (13. November 2008)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 1595141979
- ISBN-13: 978-1595141972
- Vom Hersteller empfohlenes Alter: 12 - 17 Jahre
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 13,8 x 3,2 x 21 cm
- Durchschnittliche Kundenbewertung: 14 Kundenrezensionen
- Amazon Bestseller-Rang: Nr. 93.494 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
Shadow Kiss: A Vampire Academy Novel (Englisch) Taschenbuch – 13. November 2008
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His fingertips slid along my back, applying hardly any pressure, yet sending shock waves over my flesh. Slowly, slowly, his hands moved across my skin, down the sides of my stomach to finally rest in the curves of my hips. Just below my ear, I felt his lips press against my neck, followed by another kiss just below it, then another, then another....
His lips moved from my neck toward my cheek and then finally found my mouth. We kissed, wrapping ourselves closer together. My blood burned within me, and I felt more alive in that moment than I ever had. I loved him, loved Christian so much that—
Some coherent part of me immediately realized what was happening—and boy, was it pissed off. The rest of me, however, was still actually living in this encounter, experiencing it as though I was the one being touched and kissed. That part of me couldn’t break away. I’d merged too much with Lissa, and for all intents and purposes, this was happening to me.
No, I told myself sternly. It’s not real—not for you. Get out of there.
But how could I listen to logic when every nerve of my body was being set on fire?
You aren’t her. This isn’t your head. Get out.
His lips. There was nothing in the world right now except his lips.
It’s not him. Get out.
The kisses were the same, exactly as I remembered with him....
No, it’s not Dimitri. Get out!
Dimitri’s name was like cold water hitting me in the face. I got out.
I sat upright in my bed, suddenly feeling smothered. I tried kicking off the covers but mostly ended up entangling my legs even more. My heart beat hard in my chest, and I tried to take deep breaths to steady myself and return to my own reality.
Times sure had changed. A long time ago, Lissa’s nightmares used to wake me from sleep. Now her sex life did. To say the two were a little different would be an understatement. I’d actually gotten the hang of blocking out her romantic interludes—at least when I was awake. This time, Lissa and Christian had (unintentionally) outsmarted me. In sleep, my defenses were down, allowing strong emotions to pass through the psychic link that connected me to my best friend. This wouldn’t have been a problem if the two of them had been in bed like normal people—and by “being in bed,” I mean “asleep.”
“God,” I muttered, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. My voice was muffled in a yawn. Couldn’t Lissa and Christian have seriously kept their hands off each other until waking hours?
Worse than being woken up, though, was the way I still felt. Sure, none of that making out had actually happened to me. It hadn’t been my skin being touched or my lips being kissed. Yet my body seemed to feel the loss of it nonetheless. It had been a very long time since I’d been in that kind of situation. I ached and felt warm all over. It was idiotic, but suddenly, desperately, I wanted someone to touch me—even just to hold me. But definitely not Christian. The memory of those lips on mine flashed back through my mind, how they’d felt, and how my sleepy self had been so certain it was Dimitri kissing me.
I stood up on shaky legs, feeling restless and . . . well, sad. Sad and empty. Needing to walk off my weird mood, I put on a robe and slippers and left my room for the bathroom down the hall. I splashed cool water on my face and stared in the mirror. The reflection looking back at me had tangled hair and bloodshot eyes. I looked sleep-deprived, but I didn’t want to go back to bed. I didn’t want to risk falling asleep quite yet. I needed something to wake me up and shake away what I’d seen.
I left the bathroom and turned toward the stairwell, my feet light on the steps as I went downstairs. The first floor of my dorm was still and quiet. It was almost noon—the middle of the night for vampires, since they ran on a nocturnal schedule. Lurking near the edge of a doorway, I scanned the lobby. It was empty, save for the yawning Moroi man sitting at the front desk. He leafed halfheartedly through a magazine, held to consciousness only by the finest of threads. He came to the magazine’s end and yawned again. Turning in his revolving chair, he tossed the magazine on a table behind him and reached for what must have been something else to read.
While his back was turned, I darted past him toward the set of double doors that opened outside. Praying the doors wouldn’t squeak, I carefully opened one a crack, just enough to slip through. Once outside, I eased the door shut as gently as possible. No noise. At most, the guy would feel a draft. Feeling like a ninja, I stepped out into the light of day.
Cold wind blasted me in the face, but it was exactly what I needed. Leafless tree branches swayed in that wind, clawing at the sides of the stone dorm like fingernails. The sun peeped at me from between lead-colored clouds, further reminding me that I should be in bed and asleep. Squinting at the light, I tugged my robe tighter and walked around the side of the building, toward a spot between it and the gym that wasn’t quite so exposed to the elements. The slush on the sidewalk soaked into the cloth of my slippers, but I didn’t care.
Yeah, it was a typically miserable winter day in Montana, but that was the point. The crisp air did a lot to wake me up and chase off the remnants of the virtual love scene. Plus, it kept me firmly in my own head. Focusing on the cold in my body was better than remembering what it had felt like to have Christian’s hands on me. Standing there, staring off at a cluster of trees without really seeing them, I was surprised to feel a spark of anger at Lissa and Christian. It must be nice, I thought bitterly, to do whatever the hell you wanted. Lissa had often commented that she wished she could feel my mind and experiences the way I could feel hers. The truth was, she had no idea how lucky she was. She had no idea what it was like to have someone else’s thoughts intruding on yours, someone else’s experiences muddling yours. She didn’t know what it was like to live with someone else’s perfect love life when your own was nonexistent. She didn’t understand what it was like to be filled with a love so strong that it made your chest ache—a love you could only feel and not express. Keeping love buried was a lot like keeping anger pent up, I’d learned. It just ate you up inside until you wanted to scream or kick something.
No, Lissa didn’t understand any of that. She didn’t have to. She could carry on with her own romantic affairs, with no regard for what she was doing to me.
I noticed then that I was breathing heavily again, this time with rage. The icky feeling I’d felt over Lissa and Christian’s late-night hookup was gone. It had been replaced by anger and jealousy, feelings born of what I couldn’t have and what came so easily to her. I tried my best to swallow those emotions back; I didn’t want to feel that way toward my best friend.
“Are you sleepwalking?” a voice asked behind me.
I spun around, startled. Dimitri stood there watching me, looking both amused and curious. It would figure that while I was raging over the problems in my unfair love life, the source of those problems would be the one to find me. I hadn’t heard him approach at all. So much for my ninja skills. And honestly, would it have killed me to pick up a brush before I went outside? Hastily, I ran a hand through my long hair, knowing it was a little too late. It probably looked like an animal had died on top of my head.
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Es ist ein tolles Buch das einen wieder einmal sehr schnell in die Geschichte hinein zieht.
Das ständige hin und her zwischen Dimitri und Rose geht zwar weiter, kommt aber an einen Punkt den man sich längst gewünscht hat, nur um dann... Nun ja... Herzschmerz... am besten selber lesen.
Adrian, der Moroi nimmt immer mehr Raum in der Geschichte ein und ist mir persönlich auch sehr wichtig geworden. Ihm liegt viel an Rose, egal was für dunkle Schatten sie mit sich herumträgt. Er kennt sie.
Rose beginnt in diesem Buch, die Regeln ihrer Welt zu hinterfragen, was ich sehr gut finde, schließlich muss sie wegen dieser Regeln, ihre Liebe zu Dimitri hinten anstellen was ihr nicht leicht fällt und worunter sie leidet.
Wer die ersten beiden Bücher gelesen hat, wird dieses genauso lieben und es kaum abwarten können, endlich auch das vierte zu lesen das leider erst im August erscheinen wird.
Bin begeistert von den Zeichnungen, kann es allen Vampire Academy Fans nur empfehlen :D !!
Das Original Cover sieht jedoch anders aus als hier.
As a manga fan, I sometimes find the drawings a bit awkward. The eyes... jeez, they seem so small and I can't read emotions and feelings in them. I guess that, when you're so used to reading one type of comics, one tends to employ the same techniques in different contexts. One of the reasons manga always display huge eyes is the fact that it's easier to show emotions in them. When one reads a Western comics eyes aren't so expressive. The more I read the Vampire Academy graphic novels, the more I realized that I'm looking for clue in the eyes of the characters but I can never find anything. And I'm still not sure about reading their expression.
I guess this will only change with lots of practice...
Too bad there won't be a fourth one.
With Mason dying in "Frostbite", the tragedy only just started- seriously. Starting with his death Rose's connection to Lissa as a shadow-kissed is finally proving to be useful, and I actually think that Mead did a great job at incorporating it smoothely into the storyline. "Shadow Kiss" is basically centered around the guardians and fighting off Strigoi. Rose and the other novices are doing the so-called field experience now, which simulates the life they're going to have when they graduate and are assigned to their moroi. The older guardians are pretendending to be attackers and they have to fight them off. Well, unlucky for the novices the real life experience comes right after that.
Initially I got pretty annoyed with the storyline being centered around strigoi again. I vividly remember that time Dimitri put his hair up for the first time and Rose got SO impressed by him having five molnija marks for having killed five strigoi. Funny, how he's considered such a respectable character in the guardian world, yet has only killed five. It's hard to believe that little novice Rose Hathaway killed two Strigoi in "Frostbite" and a bunch of others in "Shadow Kiss" then. While I do love her as a character, I think she really is a Mary Sue.Lesen Sie weiter... ›
I'd had my eyes on the VAMPIRE ACADEMY books for quite a while, many people kept recommending them and I can remember the rave about the last book in the series. Now with the first movie coming out in 2014 I couldn't hold out on this series any longer.
Richelle's series isn't your average -There's a vampire in this story and he's gonna bite you, so you become one, too- story. In the VAMPIRE ACADEMY series you don't encounter ordinary vampires. There are different types of blood-suckers, like different links to an evolutionary chain. Our two heroines Rose and Lissa cover the two categories of Moroi and Dhampirs. Moroi are vampires who have the power to wield magic. Dhampirs are a crossing between Moroi and humans and their task is to protect royal Moroi. At the St. Vladimir's Academy they are receiving a special training for the purpose of becoming body guards when they are finished. Those two kinds are co-existing and depending on the other, never purposefully harming humans.
The Strigoi make up the third and an entirely different category. They are soulless creatures only existing to destory and hurt humans, Moroi and Dhampirs alike. Strigoi are effortless killers, but they can also be cruel enough to turn the other vampires into one of them and doom them to become evil and heartless, too. They make for evil and seemingly unstoppable enemies in all six books of this series.Lesen Sie weiter... ›
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I just love the graphic novel and the artist has a bautiful way of drawing her characters. Love the series.Vor 7 Monaten von Night 1 veröffentlicht
Wer die Bucher gelesen hat wird den Comic lieben, schön gezeichnet und die Geschichte gut gekürzt... lesenswert und man merkt das es mit liebe gemacht wurdeVor 8 Monaten von Pest Verena veröffentlicht
Ich kenne die Vampire Academy Reihe bereits als Bücher. Daher wollte ich umbedingt auch die Graphic Novellen lesen. Lesen Sie weiter...Vor 9 Monaten von Amazon Kunde veröffentlicht
The graphic novel is beautifully drawn. It is like the book. I liked it very much. It was easy to read.Vor 12 Monaten von Katrin Liebermann veröffentlicht
Gold Star Award Winner!
Thank you, Richelle Mead! You have given fans of the VAMPIRE ACADEMY series a wonderful third novel. Lesen Sie weiter...
Shadow Kissed, das ist Rose wie wir seit dem ersten Vampire Academy Romans wissen. Was dies bedeutet, das erfahren wir ein ums andere mal in den Büchern dieser tollen 6-teilig... Lesen Sie weiter...Veröffentlicht am 3. September 2010 von Steinchen
And it really was.
I love books. I've read many. There are normal books and there are the really really good ones,that you can't put down. This book is one of the latter. Lesen Sie weiter...
ich fande das buch klasse, und dass obwohl ich noch nie vorher ein buch auf englisch gelesen habe. Es ließ sich sehr flüssig lesen und di egeschichte war wie immer... Lesen Sie weiter...Veröffentlicht am 6. August 2009 von lalunalaura