Tuesday #Review - Thief's Cunning by Sarah Ahiers #YALit #Fantasy

Series: Assassin's Heart # 2
Format: Hardcover, 416 pages
Release Date: June 13, 2017
Publisher: HaperTeen
Source: Library
Genre: Young Adult / Fantasy / Dark Fantasy

The companion novel to Assassin’s Heart—a riveting fantasy that Printz Award-winning author Laura Ruby said “will keep you turning the pages all night long”—Thief’s Cunning picks up eighteen years later and follows Allegra Saldana as she uncovers the secrets about the line of killers she descends from.

Allegra Saldana has always had to look over her shoulder. As the niece of the infamous assassin Lea Saldana, Allegra is used to hiding from people who want her dead. Once the strongest clipper family in the Kingdom of Lovero, the Saldanas—or what’s left of them—are now the most hunted. Their number one enemy is the Da Vias, whose thirst for retaliation is almost two decades in the making.

At least that’s what Lea has told Allegra her whole life, but lately Allegra’s been feeling like things are being kept from her—including her parents’ identity. So when Allegra finally learns the truth—I’m a Da Via—her world crumbles. Feeling betrayed by the people she trusted the most, Allegra turns to Nev, a Traveler boy whose presence makes her feel alive in ways she’s only dreamed of. But getting caught up in Nev’s world has consequences Allegra never saw coming.

In this dark and enthralling fantasy that fans of Sarah Maas and Leigh Bardugo will devour, one girl must decide whether she’s destined to pay for the wrongs of her family’s past…or if the future is hers for the taking.

Thief's Cunning is the second installment in Sarah Ahiers' Assassin Heart series. Some publications are calling this a companion novel. Assassin’s Heart was set in the Kingdom of Lovero, where paid assassination is legal if you belong to one of the nine chosen Families. Thief’s Cunning, which takes place nearly twenty years after Assassin's Heart, introduces a completely new part of this world—Mornia—an expansive, secluded desert where Travelers abound.

Fans of the first book will be happy to know that Lea and Alessio, the main characters in Assassin’s Heart, are still very much a part of this story. Bridging the gap with these familiar faces will keep established fans interested while hooking the new ones. It also features some new characters and a Romeo and Juliet like romance that has as many twists and turns as the Sonoma Raceway in California. Thief's Cunning features 18-year old Allegra Saldana as its main protagonist. 

If you remember anything about the first installment, you should know that Allegra is the baby who was spirited away from the Da Via home by Lea Saldana in her desire for revenge against the family that took everything away from her. Allegra lives in a world where assassinations owe their fealty to the goddess known as Safraella. They are basically untouchable. Lea became Safraella's chosen one in the previous installment which now comes with the desire that peace between families can be achieved in her lifetime. In spite of her nearly 20 year feud with the Di Via family.

Meanwhile, Allegra wants answers to the questions that keep being ignored about her parents. This is where Oleander (Lea) Saldana and Alessio (Les) Saldana hold all the answers. What really happened 18 years ago? Who is Allegra's real mother and father? What really happened to her father, and who killed him? 18 years ago, the hated Da Via's set fire to Lea's family home and killed everyone. The only survivors were Lea, Emile, the son of her brother, Les, and Marcello. But, for one moment in time, Lea made a fateful choice to take the baby whose blood is both Saldana and Da Via. 

Allegra now feels as though she is being kept in a cage. In fact, this is a running story line that refuses to go away. It hangs over the entire story like a cyst that just refuses to go away. I, like other readers, felt as though it took awhile to come around to liking Allegra. As a reader, I can understand the frustration of being kept in the dark about who your parents were, and why those who raised her, and kept her safe from the other families, were so reluctant to reveal such a touchy subject from the past. 

Lea & Les spent 18 years of their lives life protecting Allegra from being discovered & killed by other families, only to be kicked in the teeth for all they did for her. Certainly Allegra has the right to be angry and frustrated, but to be so quick to anger and point the finger and blame at her family for their reluctance to reveal the dark truth was just sad. Let's get a few points out of the way. Allegra is not Lea. Don't bother comparing the characters. Allegra is not a badass like Lea. Lea has faced more adversity and challenges than Allegra could even dream about. 

Lea is still a badass in this installment. In fact, Lea's scenes were probably the most entertaining because you just knew things were going to get interesting. Meanwhile, Allegra is stubborn, rebellious, and a thirst for the unknown. Her willingness to wade into the unknown nearly costs people their lives. Even though Allegra got under my skin due to her over-exuberance and often times stupid mistakes, she really should have been told the truth about her heritage, especially after given an opportunity to travel to Lovero where she encounters almost more than she can handle. 

Here things really get interesting. She meets a traveler boy named Nev, falls for him, gets kidnapped, and is taken to the land called Mornia where she learns about another culture and the Gods that they follow. She also ends up meeting her "real" mother and has to make a choice. Does she stay with Nev? Does she leave with her "mother" and return to her home? Does she return with Lea and hope they can work out their issues? Would I say that this is a satisfying ending? Hmmm, maybe. Does there need to be another installment? Nope. Would I say that the romance takes too much of the story line? Probably. 

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Monday #Review - UNSUB by Meg Gardiner #Mystery #Thriller

Series: UNSUB # 1
Format: Hardcover, 384 pages
Release Date: June 27, 2017
Publisher: Dutton
Source: Library
Genre: Thrillers / Suspense

A riveting psychological thriller inspired by the never-caught Zodiac Killer, about a young detective determined to apprehend the serial murderer who destroyed her family and terrorized a city twenty years earlier.

Caitlin Hendrix has been a Narcotics detective for six months when the killer at the heart of all her childhood nightmares reemerges: the Prophet. An UNSUB—what the FBI calls an unknown subject—the Prophet terrorized the Bay Area in the 1990s and nearly destroyed her father, the lead investigator on the case.

The Prophet’s cryptic messages and mind games drove Detective Mack Hendrix to the brink of madness, and Mack’s failure to solve the series of ritualized murders—eleven seemingly unconnected victims left with the ancient sign for Mercury etched into their flesh—was the final nail in the coffin for a once promising career.

Twenty years later, two bodies are found bearing the haunting signature of the Prophet. Caitlin Hendrix has never escaped the shadow of her father’s failure to protect their city. But now the ruthless madman is killing again and has set his sights on her, threatening to undermine the fragile barrier she rigidly maintains for her own protection, between relentless pursuit and dangerous obsession.

Determined to decipher his twisted messages and stop the carnage, Caitlin ignores her father’s warnings as she draws closer to the killer with each new gruesome murder. Is it a copycat, or can this really be the same Prophet who haunted her childhood? Will Caitlin avoid repeating her father’s mistakes and redeem her family name, or will chasing the Prophet drag her and everyone she loves into the depths of the abyss?

UNSUB is the first installment in author Meg Gardiner's UNSUB series. UNSUB is the start of a new franchise series for author Meg Gardiner. The series features 29-year old Caitlin Hendrix. Caitlin has been a Narcotics Detective in the Alameda Sheriff's Department for the past 6 months. After the discovery of dual murders with familiar signs from the past, Caitlin fears the worse. 20 years ago, The Prophet disappeared without a trace after a 5 year reign of horror that put the everyone in Bay Area on notice that nobody was safe. 

Now, he may be back on the prowl and it will be only a matter of time before the bodies start piling up. At her request, Caitlin is transferred to the Homicide Department under Senior Homicide Sergeant Joe Guthrie to work Cold Cases linked to the Prophet hoping to find any shred of evidence that may have been missed 20 years ago. Unlike the rest of those working on the case, Caitlin has had 20 years of deep seeded memories planted in her head. She can tell you all about the Prophet from memory. 

Caitlin's father Mack was the lead Detective on the original Prophet cases. He spent several frustrating years chasing after The Prophet in the 90's before he disappeared without a trace. Mack may be the best source of material that anyone has to put an end to the Prophet's reign of terror. But, Mack hasn't been the same since the Prophet disappeared after one final run-in with the Prophet. Caitlin, however, knows that he is a tempest and dangerous. She knows that he is brilliant, smart, and the most dangerous adversary anyone has faced. She knows that he will target those she loves if she gets too close solving the case. 

It will be up to Caitlin, Joe Guthrie, Tomas Martinez, and Mary Shanklin to bring an end to the Prophet. What's curious about this story is that the terrifying serial killer at the heart of this book is inspired by the Zodiac Killer, the UNSUB who terrorized California’s Bay Area in the late 1960's before disappearing forever. For those who love authenticity, Gardiner hits it out of the ball part. She really puts the pieces of the puzzle together brilliantly, and one can definitely tell that she has had more than just a passing knowledge of police procedures and how things are done in California.

If you are a fan of TV shows like Criminal Minds, then you should pick up this book and read it. If you love heart pounding, action packed stories that grab your attention right out of the gate and holds it right to the end, then you definitely need to read this story. Caitlin is a character who is absolutely relatable. She is brilliant in a way that doesn't seem as though the author has created a hero who has eyes in the back of her head. She has an understanding for who she is dealing with. She is also human. She makes mistakes. She pushes herself a bit too much, and gets a bit overwhelmed at times. But, that's what I like about her the most. The human aspect that she can fight evil face to face, and still maintain a bit of humanity and feelings for those she is trying to help. 

In future episodes, Caitlin will be joining the FBI as a profiler. I have already requested the sequel from the publisher. I look forward to seeing what Caitlin's journey brings to her in the future. I think this is one series that I will definitely be keeping an eye out for.

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Equinox

Present Day

Weapon at her side, eyes on the night, Caitlin approached the house. Fog clung to the ground, rolling thick off San Francisco Bay. It hid the stars, their faces, the view beyond.

Silently they climbed the steps to the broad porch. The March chill weeviled down Caitlin’s arms. By the doorbell a faded sticker announced that jesus saves, but Caitlin saw no evidence of it. Not tonight, she thought. Tonight, he didn’t get the call.

They stacked up beside the door. Behind drawn blinds, a television burbled. Intel suggested that six people were inside. But suggested didn’t mean confirmed.

Caitlin’s heart beat hard against her ballistic vest. Beneath it she wore a T-shirt, jeans, and work boots. Her auburn hair was tucked beneath a ball cap. Her nerves were tuned to an ultrahigh frequency, adrenaline crackling through her like static, waiting for the sign.

The raid leader held up a fist. The team stilled.

Rios was an Oakland Police Department sergeant, built like a furnace in black tactical gear. He glanced at them over his shoulder: Oakland Police, San Francisco PD, Alameda County. Caitlin’s vest said sheriff. Her ball cap said narcotics task force. They gave him a thumbs-up.

The moments before, the suspense, always fried her. Anticipation was hell. The hateful uncertainty. The house was two-story, decrepit, secretly humming with danger. Caitlin hugged the stucco wall, SIG Sauer warm in her hand. At her back, a young Alameda sheriff’s deputy named Marston thrummed with apprehension. Come on, she thought. Jesus might not get the call tonight, but we’re here. Let’s move.

Rios raised his semiautomatic rifle and pounded on the door. “Police.”

A dog barked. The TV droned. Rios drew back his arm to pound on the door again.

A gunshot from inside blew splinters across the porch.

The static in Caitlin’s nerves resolved to a clear tone. Here we go.

Inside the house, feet pounded. Men yelled. Rios tested the doorknob. Locked. He signaled the fourth man in the stack, an Oakland cop who held the Little Pig.

Caitlin braced for more gunfire. The Oakland cop, Hillyer, rounded them and aimed the Little Pig at the dead bolt. The scaled-down shotgun was loaded with a breaching round. He fired from an inch away. The dead bolt assembly blew into the house and Hillyer stepped aside. The door yawned open. The Master Key-it worked on any lock.

Rios said, “Go, go.” Rifle to his shoulder, he led the formation in.

The lights were dim, the floor warped. Tight and fluid, they swept into the hall. Rios aimed ahead, then to the right.

“Right clear,” he said.

Caitlin stepped to the left, pistol level. Checked her sector. “Left clear.”

The hall reeked of sulfur and ammonia. At the back of the house, a battering ram smashed open the rear door.

Marston stepped past her, checked his sector. “Clear.”

They closed up behind Rios, left hands on the shoulder of the person in front of them, and advanced to the wide doorway to the living room. Rios pointed. Go. He swung in.

“Drop it,” he yelled.

A gun clattered to the floor.

Caitlin came in behind him. Again she checked her sector. Rios yelled, “Get down,” and peripherally she saw a man drop to his knees. She said, “Left clear.” Rios kicked a handgun away from the suspect and held his rifle on him while Marston and Hillyer swept the room.

“All clear.”

Down the hall, men shouted. Footsteps raced back and forth.

Rios pointed at Caitlin and Marston and put two fingers to his eyes. “Kitchen. Go.”

Caitlin returned to the hall. At the far end, men grabbed stacks of cash and fled with officers in pursuit. She advanced toward the kitchen door, weapon level, finger on the trigger. Her pulse pounded in her ears. The kid, Marston, closed up behind her.

His breath warmed her neck. She was taller than he was, five-ten, and, for the moment, a shield. In another room, someone shouted and slammed into a wall.

“Clear,” an officer shouted.

The stench of ammonia burned her throat. At the threshold she stopped, concealed. Heard nothing from the kitchen. Marston’s hand grabbed her shoulder. She nodded: Ready to clear the room. He squeezed: I’ll be right behind you. They moved together.

She swung through the door with Marston on her heels, peripherally checking the gap between the door and the frame. Vision pulsing, SIG sweeping the room. She immediately stepped out of the doorway. The fatal funnel, path of most bullets.

“Right clear,” she said.

Marston went around her. “Left clear.”

Crusted dishes covered the counter. On the table sat a money scale, colorful currency straps, and a pile of cash. A trail of twenty-dollar bills wafted across the linoleum in the clammy breeze blowing through the window. The screen had been punched out. It looked like a quick getaway.

A shiver climbed Caitlin’s arms. She hated having a doorway behind her. Even though the team had cleared the hall, a door always felt like a hungry mouth at her back.

And the window opened to darkness. To anyone outside, she and Marston were brightly lit targets.

Marston’s knuckles were white on his gun. He was waiting for the all clear.

Beneath the chemical stench hung the reek of sweat. She eyed the darkness outside, a pantry in the corner of the room, and the twenties on the floor. The money didn’t actually lead in a trail to the window.

Marston stepped toward the table. Outside, the dog barked again.

Caitlin raised her left hand, fisted. “Stop…”

The pantry door flew open. A man lunged out.

Shirtless, strung out, he charged toward the table. A butcher knife gleamed in his right hand. Caitlin turned to put him in her sights.

Marston was directly beyond him in her line of fire.

Screeching, the man drove the knife forward.

She launched at him, a flying dive, and tackled him around the chest. He was ripe with sour sweat. Twenties were falling from his pockets. They hit the kitchen table and slid across it. Twitching eyes. Blackened teeth. Clawing hands. She worked the momentum and rolled, flinging him with her to the floor. He shrieked like a smoke alarm.

She flipped him facedown and subdued him with a wristlock, forcing his head into the linoleum, knee shoved against his elbow. Marston stood above her, eyes on his own chest. The knife jutted from his ballistic vest.

Rios came through the door, weapon raised. He stopped at the sight of Marston and of the man thrashing under Caitlin’s grip amid broken dishes and crumpled cash.

Marston pulled the knife from his vest. “All clear.”

Rios lowered his rifle. “The guy pop out of the toaster?”

Caitlin handcuffed the man and pulled him to his feet. “It’s the meth fairy. Tweakerbell.”

Rios’s eyes didn’t match his light tone.

“Under control,” she said.

Marston touched his vest, wincing like his ribs were bruised. Rios told him to bag the knife for evidence and take the suspect into custody. As Marston led him away, Hillyer appeared in the doorway.

“House is clear,” he said.

Caitlin followed Rios into the hall. The yelling and running had stopped. In the living room three men sat cuffed on the floor, backs against the wall. The SFPD officers were counting bags of crystal meth. She holstered her gun and exhaled.

Overhead came a noise. They all tilted their heads to the ceiling.

Rios pointed at Caitlin and Hillyer. “Upstairs. Two bedrooms. Go.”

The tone in her head revved like a firehouse Klaxon. She didn’t ask what the team had missed. She drew her gun again and led Hillyer down the dingy hallway. Her vest felt heavy. So did the SIG Sauer, in a two-handed combat grip. At the foot of the stairs, Hillyer put his hand on her shoulder. Steady. Together they climbed.

Upstairs they cleared the hall and first bedroom. The second bedroom door was half closed. From within came muffled sounds. Caitlin leveled the SIG. Not gonna get surprised again. Gonna be ready.

The sounds intensified. Almost a cry. She and Hillyer stopped outside the door. They had concealment but not cover, not if whoever was inside decided to shoot them through the plywood. She tried to slow her breathing. She nodded, Hillyer squeezed her shoulder, and she flowed through the door, gun aimed at the source of the sound.

“Sheriff. Don’t move.”

The crying intensified. Hillyer slid around her, his weapon swinging.

“Stop. Stop.” She raised a fist. Grabbed Hillyer’s vest. “Don’t move. Don’t breathe. Take your finger off the trigger.” She lowered her gun. “Oh, my God.”

2

Caitlin closed the front door behind her and flipped the dead bolt. Her footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor. A table lamp gave the living room an amber glow. She reached to unhook her duty belt. She couldn’t get her fingers to work the buckle. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists. After a few seconds the shaking eased. She unbuckled the belt and dropped it, clattering, on the coffee table.

Her jeans were torn, her knee swollen where she’d hit the crank-house kitchen floor. Her red hair was disheveled. Beneath her white T-shirt, the scarred bullet hole in her shoulder ached. The world seemed bright and supersonic.

From the back of the house, Shadow came running. Big ears alert, tongue lolling. Caitlin knelt and buried her face in Shadow’s soft exuberance and let the dog lick her face. The tremor in her hands subsided.

She leaned back and looked at Shadow’s bright eyes. “Who’s a good girl?”

The mutt yipped and sat, tail wagging. She was skinny, black with white paws. Caitlin roughed her fur, then groaned to her feet.

She followed Shadow to the kitchen and filled her water bowl. The small house was warm against the foggy night. It was a rental in Rockridge, a Craftsman cottage behind a Father Knows Best picket fence. The Berkeley Hills rose behind it. The neighborhood was crowded, eclectic, heavy with fir trees and spilling ivy-which meant she was safely beyond the fire line. At least until the fire line burned its way downhill to her street.

In her bedroom she cleared her SIG and set it on the dresser. She shucked off her clothes and showered away the eau de meth head and the knots in her shoulders. She was pulling on clean jeans and a T-shirt when she heard a knock on the front door and a key turning in the lock.

She leaned around the doorway and saw Sean Rawlins walking down the hall toward her. She exhaled.

Sean had just come off surveillance, but he didn’t take his eyes off of her. His stride was long and slow, boots clocking on the floor. His dark hair was windblown. His brown eyes were intense. His great-great-grandfather had ridden with the Chiricahua Apache into the Sierra Madre, and Caitlin thought of that look as Sean’s raider stare. The take-no-shit look he gave to suspects and car salesmen. She thought he was the best-looking thing she’d ever seen.

The stare turned to a smile. He held up a bottle of tequila.

She laughed, took the bottle, and tossed back a swallow. Her chest heated. She blew out a breath.

“Perfect.”

She didn’t drink during the week-holidays, Warriors’ championships, and shots fired excepted.

“There’s more,” he said.

“Better be.”

He pulled her along the hall to the kitchen. On the counter sat a brown paper bag from a neighborhood taqueria.

“Praise Jesus,” Caitlin said.

They didn’t bother with plates but stood at the kitchen island bent over their tacos, spilling pico de gallo.

“There’s something else,” he said.

“Did I win the lotto?”

“You made the news.”

His voice, usually cool, took on an edge. He pulled up a video on his phone.

“Last thing I expected to see you carrying out of a crank house was a baby,” he said.

“You never know what’s behind door number three.”

The screen went bright, the late news, and yeah, there she was.

Maybe the Narcotics Task Force had alerted the media about the raid. Maybe reports of gunfire had brought them out. She forgot the food and watched herself at a weird remove.

Coming out the front door of the crank house, cradling a squalling infant. On-screen, she blinked as though caught by surprise. She had been.

When she’d rounded the doorway into the upstairs bedroom at the raid house, she had been that close to firing. She could still feel the pressure of her finger on the trigger as she shouted at the room-and stopped dead.

Seeing the baby, only a few months old, trying to kick her way out from under the ratty blanket heaped on the floor. Window wide, cold air heaving in. Little fists clenched by her red face, chubby legs bicycling. Caitlin had holstered her gun and scooped her up. Stunned.

Just like she looked on the video. Under control, she’d told Rios. Like hell.

“For a little thing, she had a ton of fight in her. I hope that’s a good sign,” she said.

“Always,” Sean said. “Whether you’re twenty inches or five foot ten.”

She gave him an appreciative look, shut off the phone, and caught a view of herself in the window. Eyes too hot. She grabbed the tequila bottle and poured another shot. It burned less than the first.

She wound an arm around Sean’s waist and nodded at the ATF badge that hung on a chain around his neck.

“Off the clock,” she said.

He pulled it over his head and set it on the counter. Then he picked her up and set her on the counter too. She pulled him close. He smelled like soap and the outdoors.

“You got more to bring me tonight?” she said.

He smiled, and it looked like a wicked promise. She laughed. The remnants of her stress evaporated. She kissed him. Then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him some more. He ran his fingers into her hair, tilted her head back, and kissed her neck.

Headlights swept past the window. She slid off the counter, hanging on to him, and reached to close the shutters. A car door slammed.

They paused. Turned to the window. Outside, an Alameda County sheriff’s car had pulled to the curb.

They looked at each other. A cop car was never a good sign, not even at a cop’s house. A heavy knock sounded.

She opened the door to the cold night.

The plainclothes officer who stood there looked like so many older cops who hung on to the job until somebody told them it was time to retire. Jowls and a slouch. His grim expression said that something was seriously wrong.

“Detective Hendrix. I need you to come with me.”

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#Stacking the Shelves #265 - Week Ending 12/02/2017

Stacking The Shelves is all about sharing the books you are adding to your shelves, may it be physical or virtual. This means you can include books you buy in physical store or online, books you borrow from friends or the library, review books, gifts and of course ebooks!

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Hope you have a great weekend!

Shelley

This Weeks Reviews: 

Monday - Flame in the Dark by Faith Hunter (Urban Fantasy)

Tuesday - The Forever Ship by Francesca Haig (YA, SyFy)

Wednesday - Final Fall by Heather W Petty (YA, Mystery)

Thursday - Sea of Strangers by Erica Cameron (YA, Fantasy)

Friday - Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant (SyFy)

Saturday - Killman Creek by Rachel Caine (Thriller)

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#Review - Killman Creek by Rachel Caine #Psychological #Thriller

Series: Stillhouse Lake Series # 2
Format: Paperback, 348 pages
Release Date: December 12, 2017
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Source: NetGalley
Genre: Fiction / Psychological

Every time Gwen closed her eyes, she saw him in her nightmares. Now her eyes are open, and he’s not going away.

Gwen Proctor won the battle to save her kids from her ex-husband, serial killer Melvin Royal, and his league of psychotic accomplices. But the war isn’t over. Not since Melvin broke out of prison. Not since she received a chilling text…

You’re not safe anywhere now.

Her refuge at Stillhouse Lake has become a trap. Gwen leaves her children in the protective custody of a fortified, well-armed neighbor. Now, with the help of Sam Cade, brother of one of Melvin’s victims, Gwen is going hunting. She’s learned how from one of the sickest killers alive.

But what she’s up against is beyond anything she feared—a sophisticated and savage mind game calculated to destroy her. As trust beyond her small circle of friends begins to vanish, Gwen has only fury and vengeance to believe in as she closes in on her prey. And sure as the night, one of them will die.

Killman Creek, by author Rachel Caine, is the sequel to Stillhouse Lake. Picking up about 2 weeks after the end of Stillhouse Lake, Gwen Proctor's worst nightmare has come to bear. Her ex-husband & convicted serial killer Melvin Royal has broken out of prison and is now free to continue his reign of terror against innocent women. His number one target just happens to be Gwen, formerly Gina Proctor who tried to stay hidden from Melvin and his supporters who have made her life nearly unbearable. 

Gwen, along with Sam Cade, (the brother of Melvin's last victim before he was caught), have chosen to go on the hunt for Melvin. To protect her kids, Lanny & Connor, Gwen would lay down her life for them. But, Gwen is up against a mastermind with lots and lots of assistance from a group called Absalom. Just when you think that Gwen would get closer to her goal, she is set back in a horrifying way. Everyone starts to look at her differently and her allies shy away & all but disappear.

Her only choice is to set herself up as lure for Melvin. But, nobody could have guessed what would happen next or how the story would conclude. My heart was breaking to pieces and nearly shattered as Gwen was struggling with a reason to stay alive. I especially didn't appreciate the kids who have been protected from a monster for years, only to have them abandon Gwen when she needed them the most. The author really overwhelmed me with feelings of helplessness, and anger towards those like Sam, Javier Esparaza and Kezia Claremont who she trusted.  

I was just reminded that there was a recent TV show called The Following. The Following was about a serial killer who mutilated & killed over a dozen women before being caught. Melvin is very similar to Joe Carroll. He's connected to a group called Absalom which one could call a cult of believers, or you could just say that they are a bunch of sick, and twisted people who are deeply involved in child pornography, torture, and snuff films. Melvin is also charming, smart, and cunning as a snake in the grass.

I dare say that Killman Creek is one of the darkest books of the 300 plus books I've read this year. It explores the deepest, darkest reaches of the dark web, while putting Gwen in a net she has no opportunity to escape. Caine goes to great lengths to show how internet trolls have the capability of ruining a person's life with a flip of a script, or creation of a faux videos to ruin a persons life. The one thing that is different this time out is that there are several other narrators including Sam, Lanny, and Connor.   

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#Review - Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant #Science Fiction

Series: Rolling in the Deep # 1
Format: Hardcover, 448 pages
Release Date: November 14, 2017
Publisher: Orbit
Source: NetGalley
Genre: Science Fiction / Action & Adventure

New York Times bestselling author Mira Grant, author of the renowned Newsflesh series, returns with a novel that takes us to a new world of ancient mysteries and mythological dangers come to life.

The ocean is home to many myths, But some are deadly...

Seven years ago the Atargatis set off on a voyage to the Mariana Trench to film a mockumentary bringing to life ancient sea creatures of legend. It was lost at sea with all hands. Some have called it a hoax; others have called it a tragedy.

Now a new crew has been assembled. But this time they're not out to entertain. Some seek to validate their life's work. Some seek the greatest hunt of all. Some seek the truth. But for the ambitious young scientist Victoria Stewart this is a voyage to uncover the fate of the sister she lost.

Whatever the truth may be, it will only be found below the waves.
But the secrets of the deep come with a price.

"The Ocean is the last great mystery of the world."

Mira Grant's Into the Drowning Deep is the first standalone novel from the author while being set in an entirely new world. The premise of sea creatures of legend coming to life is perfectly suited for what fans have come to expect from Grant: unique characters, illuminating and fun science, and a singular ability to play on our most basic fears. For those who are saying,"Hey, wait a minute! This isn't a standalone! It's part of a series!" I say undo thee, NOPE! Here is where things really get twisted.

In 2015, Grant released a prequel called Rolling in the Deep, which I did not read nor do I believe that you have to in order to enjoy what Grant is trying to put together in this story. Rolling is a story that is set in 2015, seven years before this story takes place. In the prequel, the author tells the story about the Atargatis which traveled to the Mariana Trench to do a so called cryptid mockumentary about mermaids. What the crew never expected to find was actual mermaids. Unfortunately, all hands were lost. Footage that was leaked has been deemed both a hoax and proof that mermaids really do exist.

Fast forward to the year 2022. Imagine Network, which sent out the Atargatis in 2015, has spent the past 7 years putting together an entirely new ship, and now it's time for a different cast of characters. When approached by Theodore Blackwell, Victoria "Tory" Stewart, agrees to go along with a group of new scientists and researchers as brilliant as she is. Others include her partner Luis Martines, Dr. Jillian Toth, (who has been warning about the existence of mermaids for years), Olivia Sanderson is the media personality this time around taking the position that Anne Steward held onboard the Atargatis, and, of course, Theodore Blackwell as representative of the Imagine Network.

For Tory, this is all about closure. Tory's older sister Anne was onboard the Atargatis when it was attacked and her body was never found. For 7 years, Tory has been guided by a determination to find out what really happened to her sister and bring back closure to her family. Armed with state of the art technology which she has spent years accumulating, hunters, and experts across almost all fields of scientific research, Tory may find what she's been searching for. But, will that search lead to history repeating itself? 

Mira is a brilliant writer, of that you should never doubt. She is able to cobble up twisted as well as interesting facts that highlight the danger that this cast will face this new expedition to the darkest, deepest part of the ocean. I will say this, have patience with this book from the start. There is a whole lot of science-y stuff that Grant uses to fill her world, and why her characters are so important to the telling of this story. At about 50%, things really get swinging into motion and all hell breaks loose. Grant is blood thirsty. She loves to put her characters in terrifying positions and let them struggling to get themselves out. 

I requested this book from the publisher because I've been interested in marine biology for years. While growing up, I was a fan of French explorer Jacques Cousteau, and others that came after him. I was impressed not only by the technology that he was credited with, but by his discoveries as well. When it comes to researching the depths of the ocean and what it may or may not hold within the deepest, darkest places like the Mariana Trench or the Challenger Deep, my imagination runs wild. While the richest countries in the world have been spending trillions of dollars on space exploration, the oceans of the worlds have gone largely unexplored. Grant leaves readers with the theory that mankind walked away from the waters, but the waters, and the mysteries it contains, never forgot about mankind. 

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