Zeus gave her one simple job: Kill every human. Atropos-daughter of Zeus and the third goddess of Fate from Greek mythology -spends her eternal life snipping human lifelines when their mortal lives are over. As if being a killer doesn't make life miserable enough, she and her Fate-wielding sisters must live amongst the humans on Earth thanks to a long-running feud between their mother and Zeus. Living on Earth means they must mingle with the mortals, attend the local high school, and attempt to fit in-or at least not stand out too much. Killing and mingling don't mix, which is why Atropos' number-one rule is to avoid all relationships with the humans. Caring for the people she has to kill is a fast track to insanity. However, when Alex Morgan walks into her first-period English class, she knows she's in for trouble. He's the worst kind of human for her to like-one with a rapidly approaching expiration date. And he makes Atropos want to break all the rules.
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I am blown away.
Sophie is really the third goddess of Fate, Death; she is Atropos. Having your father create you in order to kill every human on the planet is hard enough but not being able to enjoy one moment of your existence with no hope of reprieve is excruciating. Known to her peers as Sophie, she attends a local high school and really keeps to herself until one day Alex walks in and threatens everything she's constructed to protect herself. Alex becomes a mortal caught up in the world of gods in a terrible way and Sophie has to make some terrible decisions to do the right thing.
There are books you love, then there are works of art like Broken Fate. I am not fibbing, I was up all last night falling in love with Alex....Hating Thanatos.... Crying with Sophie..... I felt like I was part of this adventure. I could see the witch rock, I felt the desperation, and pain of the characters the entire way. This ending.... This ending I can't even tell you because it would rob you of the experience yourself.... But my heart is going to have to read comics all day now to recover.
Each and every character has been flawlessly written, and has layers upon layers of emotion, I feel like it should be impossible to be as emotionally attached as I became to Broken Fate.
Jennifer Derrick took old Greek gods and made them modern fixtures by retelling Sophie's story.
Oh, I have been up all night reading this one. It's been a long time since I've had a book hangover, much less one that I woke up and knew that this is now possibly my favorite book-which says A LOT.
Well played Jennifer Derrick, well played.
I became a writer at the age of six when my parents bought me a child’s typewriter for Christmas and agreed to pay me a penny per page for any stories I churned out.
When I got older, I realized that I needed to make (much) more money from my writing so I first turned to the corporate world (where I learned that I am spectacularly unsuited to cubicle life) and ultimately to freelancing where I now write everything from technical manuals to articles on personal finance and European-style board games.
My writing career came full circle when Clean Teen Publishing accepted Broken Fate, my first novel. By my calculations, my parents owe me about $3.00 for that book.
“I’m only going to get sicker. Days like this, where we can do anything fun are going to be rare. If you spend time with me, you’re going to have to watch me go downhill. Hell, soon, I won’t even be able to go to the bathroom by myself. And then, I’m going to die. Which is fine for me, but you’ll be left behind. That’s a lot of crap to dump on a friend, much less a potential girlfriend.”
“I understand. Don’t think I didn’t think about all of that, too, because I did. But I’ve decided to deal with what comes when it comes. I can live on a day-to-day basis. I’m pretty strong,” I say.
“I can see that,” he says. “You’re not like the rest of the kids in school, are you? There’s something inside you that’s different. I just can’t figure out what it is.”
“Don’t look too hard,” I say. “You’re likely to end up disappointed.”
I turn away from the busy birds to face him. He reaches up, gently cupping my face in his hand. I start to pull back, startled, but then I close my eyes and lean into his hand. I can barely remember the last time anyone touched me with such tenderness.
“There’s not much love in your life, is there?” he asks, resting his forehead against mine. “You don’t know gentleness.”
Shaking my head, I keep my eyes closed. I am not going to cry in front of Alex, but he’s breaking down my carefully erected defenses, simply by seeing through them.
I feel him tilt his head, and his lips touch mine. I resist the urge to run. His lips are soft and tentative, as though he’s afraid I’m going to run away. Or smack him. When I do neither, he intensifies the kiss.
I reach up and place my free hand on the back of his neck, twining my fingers in the thick, soft hair at the base of his skull and pulling him closer. He moans softly against my mouth before pulling away. I’m simultaneously disappointed and relieved that he ended it.