by Kelley Armstrong
Random House Canada (Penguin Random House)
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Description: Olivia’s life has exploded. She’s discovered she’s not only adopted, but her real parents are convicted serial killers. Fleeing the media frenzy, she took refuge in the oddly secluded town of Cainsville. She has since solved the town’s mysteries and finds herself not only the target of its secretive elders, but also her stalker ex-fiancé.
Visions continue to haunt her: particularly a little blond girl in a green sundress who insists she has an important message for Olivia, one that may help her balance the light and darkness within herself. Death stalks Olivia and the two men most important to her, as she desperately searches to understand whether ancient scripts are dictating their triangle. Will darkness prevail or does Olivia have the power to prevent a tragic fate?
The Good Stuff
- This series just gets better and better
- Adored the opening chapter and the banter between Olivia and Gabriel
- Non stop action and plenty of twists and turns
- As mentioned on many occasions, Kelley Armstrong is a born storyteller and she never fails to keep me absorbed in her imaginative worlds
- Olivia is kick ass - she takes shit from no one and liver her life the way she wants to
- Um Ricky and Gabriel - yeah I think I am a little in love with both of them
- I love the cover on this one
- Does bring a little attention to what Spina Bifida is (Um and if we go with Kelley's story - my son must be Tylwyth Teg )
- Exceptionally well developed world building
- Puts together fairies and the x-files in one paragraph - made me laugh my ass off
The Not So Good Stuff
- I know its silly but cannot mention why without giving away a major spoiler. My son has Spina Bifida and it has to do something with that
- They fey always confuse me a little -- not a complaint about the author or the story, just something that affects my personal enjoyment of the story (but hey it still gets 4.5/5)
"I woke up to my ex-fiance calling. Which was awkward, considering we'd only broken up two months ago and I was in another guy's apartment. Even more awkward when that guy wasn't the one I was currently dating. In my defense I was on the couch."
"Exactly. I'm the Lord Byron of bikers. Except, being a biker, naturally I don't write poetry. Or read it. In fact, for the record, I have no idea who this Byron guy is."
"I find fairies with cell phones disconcerting enough. Do they really need to use text talk."
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