Okay, wow, I was starting to get my suspicions about different people and how things were tying together, but the ending still hit me a lot faster and harder than I anticipated. And I shuddered a few times. Because come on, Deborah is a grandmother, for pete's sake. Grandmas shouldn't be thinking about these dark, gruesome, cringe-worthy things!
(Partly sarcasm here, partly amazement and admiration!)
Book 2 was Victoria's memories of Woodstock and life as a hippie in San Francisco in the late 60s, and if you haven't read that book yet, you definitely need to, because first of all, why would you be so dumb as to skip that incredible story? And second, you gotta read it to understand what's going on in Book 3, taking place in the "present" of Victoria's life.
Victoria is under siege, spiritually and physically, and she barely realizes in time what's going on and the danger hitting her town. When the body count starts rising, it's hard to know who to fear for next. Evil is out there, a dark cloud, creating illusions to feed the arrogance and pride and greed and fears within us, and trap everyone it possibly can. It's our own choice whether we will be victims or victors. No one can make that choice for us, but oh the heartbreak and pain when people choose wrongly, despite all the warnings. Victoria and Gary and their families and allies do their best to warn the people of their quiet little town, but not all will emerge unscathed or even alive.
Are you ready for the battle that awaits all of us? Take a clue from the book and prepare ....
Bravo, Deborah.
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