Books in '15 | The Fate of Ten

The Fate of Ten by Pittacus Lore
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I got lucky again. I love torrent!!

This series keeps getting better and better, going back to when and how it all started. One of the Elders (Setralus Ra) while experimenting crosses a line, big time. He's digging into the core of Lorien to harness its power. And so he's been ordered to be executed but ends up being only exiled, courtesy of his best friend Pittacus. So much for an act of mercy! Setrakus Ra, ungrateful bastard that he is, finds sanctuary with the Mogs, becomes their Beloved Leader and returns for the annihilation of Lorien.

This book is by far more action-packed than all the other books. Interestingly, people of Earth have started developing legacies too. They together with the Garde have to take the fight against Ra and avenge Earth.

Meanwhile, John somehow inherits the Ximic legacy of Pittacus, which is most powerful and rarest of all legacies, using which he can copy any legacy he had observed being performed. I was debating with myself about who's the leader of the Garde, Four or Six. Now it's clear. It's definitely John.

Everything was going so great. Adam doesn't turn out to be a double agent, as I predicted in my head. Five sort of reconciles with the Garde. Ra's plan to harness the Lorien energy from the Sanctuary is brought down by Ten. She doesn't die and the link between she and Ra is broken, so that he can be killed now without hurting her. Why such an ending then? Ra escapes for the second time, this time from Six. (Well, that explains the next and final book.) But that's not the worst part. Will Sarah really die? If yes, then author really has something against love stories. First Eight, then Sarah. Who will be next: Six or Sam. Guess, I have to wait for the next book.

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