Title: Daughter of Oreveille
Author: Tricia Ballad
Series: Oreveille Cycle – #1
Publisher: Faeland Press
Release Date: November 1st 2013
Genre/s: Fantasy, Romance
Format: Paperback; 188 pages
Source: Goodreads Giveaway in exchange for an honest review
Brianna will inherit everything – if she can play by the rules.
Instead she rejects yet another fine noble of the Faelands in favor of a half-Fae commoner.
The House of Oreveille has been without a Defender since her father’s death in the jotnar wars. Her mother’s drunkard second husband has neglected his duties; the estate has fallen into decay and rumors are flying that the grand house of Oreveille, protector of the border between Gaia and the Faeland for thousands of years, may soon fall.
How must will Brianna be forced to sacrifice to protect the life – and the man – she has chosen?
First off I must express how overcome I was with emotion with this novel and I’m absolutely thrilled that Gabriel has come back…in the form of Gabe, yay!!
This novel was probably the quickest read (2 hours give or take a few minutes) that I’ve actually had the pleasure of reading in a long time, and the only regret that I have…well two actually is, for one that I wished it was longer. The story was over as fast as it began and I wished it didn’t have to end. The other being that I hit a bit of confusion, when the novel jumped or so I thought into the future. The chapter page stated it was still the same time (month and year) as when the book started, even though on the second page in the chapter (Chapter 23) they talked about how it had been years. Left me a bit confused as to how much time had passed since they first left her home. < Now that, that bit is out of the way let me get on with what else I have to say that’s positive.
The characters were so easy to fall in love with…well with the exception of Cordov and Brianne’s mother…by the end of the novel I was kind of glad they ended up with each other because in a sense they deserved each other. They were both manipulative in ways that ended in Gabriel’s death. Hell if Cordov hadn’t of told Gabriel to pretty much kill Brianne’s step father, then they would have never had to leave in the first place and Brianne could have had help to properly heal Gabriel’s wound. Brianne however did become Madam of the hosue in the end. I can only assume her mother passed on, or shall we see her in the next book? The author for me left a lot of questions hanging. For instance what happened to Brianne and Gabriel’s daughter Kathleen?
All in all it was a different kind of novel with Fae elements, a refreshing read for me and I can’t wait to read the second installment when that becomes available.
My Rating: 5/5
About the Author
Then I write it down. I publish the good bits.
I never really grew out of playing pretend or sitting cross-legged on the rug for storytime. Depending on my mood, I’m either four years old or eighteen or eighty.
I like cats. My cat told me so.
I geek out. A lot. And I’m really jazzed that geekery has widened to include more than Linux and gaming. (Not that there’s anything wrong with Linux or gaming. But there’s more out there, you know?) So what do I geek out on?
Food. I like really good, really interesting food. Especially food that doesn’t freak out my overactive immune system. Stupid allergies!
Art. But only the art I like. The art that tells me stories. Art that’s just…there…being art…doesn’t really excite me. Yeah, I know, I just don’t understand it. Whatever. Dragons, Fairies, Unicorns, and landscapes with paths to somewhere…Good Stuff. Random shapes that don’t make any sense? Not so much.
Travel. Not the “crash on my sister’s couch” kind of travel. Really nice resort with on-property spa travel. I would totally switch places with Samantha Brown.
Historically Accurate Gowns. If I thought I could get away with it, I’d probably dress like it was 1895. Or 1137. Or any time in between. What can I say? Clothes were prettier then (at least if you were wealthy enough to afford the good stuff)!
Old Houses. Especially Victorians. And castles. Well…replica castles with modern insulation and plumbing.
Oh – and I drink absurd amounts of coffee.