Of Triton (Syrena Legacy Series #2)

by Anna Banks

Overview

Emma has just learned that her mother is a long-lost Poseidon princess, and now struggles with an identity crisis: As a Half-Breed, she's a freak in the human world and an abomination in the Syrena realm. Syrena law states all Half-Breeds should be put to death.

As if that's not bad enough, her mother's reappearance in the Syrena world turns the two kingdoms—Poseidon and Triton—against one another. Which leaves Emma with a decision to make: Should she comply with Galen's request to keep herself safe and just hope for the best? Or should she risk it all and reveal herself—and her Gift—to save a people she's never known?

Once again, Anna Banks infuses Emma and Galen's points of view with humor, intrigue, and waves of romance.

Books by Anna Banks:

The Syrena Legacy

Of Poseidon (Book 1)

Of Triton (Book 2)

Of Neptune (Book 3)

Joyride

The Nemesis duology

Nemesis (Book 1)

Ally (Book 2)

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781250044310
Publisher:	Square Fish
Publication date:	05/13/2014
Series:	Syrena Legacy Series , #2
Edition description:	Reprint
Pages:	304
Sales rank:	413,075
Product dimensions:	5.40(w) x 8.10(h) x 0.90(d)
Lexile:	HL730L (what's this?)
Age Range:	13 - 18 Years

About the Author

Anna Banks's first novel, Of Poseidon, was a Macmillan Fierce Reads title. She lives in Crestview, on the Florida Panhandle, with her husband and their daughter.

Read an Excerpt

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MY EYES won’t open. It’s like my lashes are coated with iron instead of mascara, pulling down my lids with a heaviness I can’t fight. A medicated kind of heaviness.

I’m disoriented. Part of me feels awake, as if I’m swimming from the bottom of the ocean to the surface, but my body feels floaty, like I’m already there rolling with the lull of the waves.

I run a groggy diagnostics on my other senses.

Hearing. The hushed roar of tires negotiating a road beneath. The repetition of a cheesy chorus on an eighties radio station. The wheeze of an air conditioner that has long needed attention.

Smell. The wispy scent of Mom’s perfume. The pine-tree air freshener forever dangling from the rearview. The conditioned leather of her car.

Touch. The seat belt cutting into my neck at an angle I’ll pay for later. The sweat on the back of my legs, pasting me to the leather.

Road trip.

I used to love this about my parents. I’d come home from school and the car would already be packed. We’d take off without a destination, me and Mom and Dad and sometimes my best friend, Chloe. Just driving and seeing and stopping when we wanted to see more. Museums and national parks and little specialty stores that sold things like plaster castings of Sasquatch footprints. We fell victim to Dad’s hobby as an amateur photographer, forced to hold touristy poses for the camera and the sake of memories. To this day, our house is practically wallpapered with past road trips—pictures of us giving one another bunny ears or crossing our eyes and sticking out our tongues like asylum patients.

The car jolts, sending my thoughts chasing after each other in a hazy race. Memories churn in a kind of mental whirlwind, and a few clear images pause and magnify themselves, like still-life photos of a normal day. Mom, doing dishes. Chloe, smiling at me. Dad, sitting at the kitchen table. Galen, leaving through the back door.

Wait. Galen …

All the images line up, filing themselves in order, speeding up, animating the still shots into a movie of my life. A movie that shows how I came to be buckled in Mom’s car, groggy and confused. That’s when I realize that this is not a McIntosh family road trip. It couldn’t be.

Two and a half years have passed since my dad died of cancer.

Three months have passed since the shark killed Chloe in the waters of Destin. Which means that three months have passed since I met Galen on that beach.

And I’m not sure how much time has passed since Galen and his best friend, Toraf, left my house to retrieve Grom. Grom, the Triton king, Galen’s older brother. Grom, who was supposed to mate with my mother. Grom, who is a Syrena, a man-fish. A man-fish who was supposed to mate with my mother. My mother, who is also Nalia, the long-lost supposed-to-be-dead Poseidon princess who’s been living on land all these years because _________.

Speaking of Her Esteemed Majesty Mom … she’s lost her freaking mind.

And I’ve been kidnapped.

 

COPYRIGHT © 2013 BY ANNA BANKS

Editorial Reviews

A refreshing story filled with vibrant characters, feisty humor, and an irresistible romance. This story of star-crossed lovers in a luscious coastal setting brings new life to the age-old myth of merfolk and left me swooning for more!” —Marissa Meyer, New York Times–bestselling author of Cinder and Scarlet, on Of Poseidon

“Banks's first novel has . . . a great deal of charm.” —Publishers Weekly on Of Poseidon

“Another twist on the mermaid theme comes with a hefty dose of romance and a heavier dollop of comedy in this debut. . . . Entertaining for readers riding the wave of mermaid fantasies.” —Kirkus Reviews on Of Poseidon

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