3.5 stars. It is what it is...a zombie apocalypse meets Hunger Games (Darwin games) in this case. It was an enjoyable read, easy flow, I wanted to find out what happened next kind of book. I will keep going with the series because it is an interesting concept and I want to see how it pans out. I ...
It's hard to take seriously a book with a cover that has a cowboy riding atop a pure white unicorn and with a title like Unicorn Western. I mean, what is wrong with this picture? However somehow Platt and Truant manage to pull this one off although I wasn't convinced enough to carry on reading ...
It was about the same size, surrounded by similar walls, and gates that looked approximately as heavy. The gates were open, and no one stood guard, also like home. The openness told Amit a few things that he didn’t particularly like to think about. At least in concept, this was a place of peace. ...
Sutherland wondered how well Connor could see him, with blood filling both of his eyes and all that flesh around them so crimson and bloated. Probably not well, especially considering the excruciating pain he must be feeling, pain eating through his cells, into his brain . . . &...
A day ago, they’d been living in a shipping container filled with filthy slaves under the constant threat of rape or death, with barely anything to eat or drink between terrors. They’d escaped Hell, and found their way to a home in The City. Now, barely a sunrise later, Ben and Becca were smiling...
She stood, feeling both anchored and out of place. The last time she’d stood in this room, it had been a simulation. But it had felt no less real than now, and it was difficult to fight the sense that the same thing might happen again. Nicolai was looking up at Kai, assessing her, practically st...
So instead she gripped his secretary’s blouse tighter at the neck, held her another inch in the air, and said, “Tell him I don’t want to wait.” Kai couldn’t decide what it meant that Micah had a human secretary. A canvas reception program could have done the job better, and having a Directorate ...
Her brown eyes were tender. It took him a while to place her, along with his location (currently simulated as a large, old-fashioned saloon), and to place the blond man sitting on a stool ten feet away, his arms crossed and his face almost angry. But then slowly, it all came back. He remembered t...