Afloatby Erin Healy
Dark waters are rising. Who will stay afloat?
Architect Vance Nolan has crafted a marvel—shining apartments floating in the peaceful cove of a winding river. The project is partially occupied and about to make investors rich when a sinkhole gives way.
Torrential rains quickly flood the cove, leaving a handful of builders, investors, and residents/b>
Dark waters are rising. Who will stay afloat?
Architect Vance Nolan has crafted a marvel—shining apartments floating in the peaceful cove of a winding river. The project is partially occupied and about to make investors rich when a sinkhole gives way.
Torrential rains quickly flood the cove, leaving a handful of builders, investors, and residents cut off from the rest of the world.
The motley group is bitterly divided over how to survive.
Vance insists they wait for rescue. Developer Tony Dean wants to strike out into the darkness. And single-mom Danielle Clement, obligated to each man and desperate to protect her young son, Simeon, isn’t sure which one is wiser.
Power failure, an unnatural daytime darkness, explosions, and a murder expose hidden intentions and dark histories. Then Simeon spots something strange underwater—beautiful, shifting lights in the dark depths.
In this watery world, everyone’s secrets will eventually come to light. And deliverance may mean more than just getting out alive.
Another stunning exploration of the human spirit and supernatural possibilities from best-selling author Erin Healy.
“Heart-pounding suspense and unrelenting hope that will steal your breath.” —Ted Dekker, New York Times best-selling author (for Never Let You Go)
“[Afloat] is full of danger, intrigue, and compelling characters. Readers will enjoy the way she intersperses supernatural elements into this action-packed novel.” —CBA Retailers and Resources
“[Afloat] is original and engrossing, with a unique plot and relatable characters.” —Romantic Times
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Chapter OneThe wet suit and the water are black, and after the man slips into both, he seems to vanish from the world. He has come on a starless night to avoid being seen, to hide a few containers where they won't be found. He will be underpaid for this task by his anonymous employer, but times are hard so he takes what he can get.
He has gone into the water between his bobbing boat and twelve shadowy structures that float. They are gathered under the weak moon in a semicircle like disciples awaiting their teacher. But he is not the one they wish for. As instructed he will secure his packages under the second unit, which is squat and unfinished. Which will never be finished.
The silky surface between him and building 2 reflects the sky's silver stars. For a moment, before he lowers the diving mask, he is distracted by the glittering scene. The understanding gives him a jolt: because it is a starless night, and these are not reflections. They are sardine-sized creatures flashing with their own energy, flickering randomly, tricking his eyes.
He lets go of the boat and reaches out to touch one, expecting it to dart away. It flares instead, flaming like a struck match though fully submerged, and sends a tingling shock through the palm of his hand. He jerks back. The flame dies. With the thumb of his other hand he tries to rub the sting away.
The pain won't die. Nor will his sudden certainty that more secrets than his are hidden in this place.
He would turn back, if not for the money.
He dives into darkness to do his work, avoiding contact with the silver things, and as he swims they fade away. Fear hurries him along. He needs to be gone before the sun rises, before everything concealed comes to light.
Chapter TwoIf he had been looking at the day from a different point of view, Vance Nolan might have figured out the problem while there was still time to act. But when he first sensed that something was wrong, his instinct told him to search for the usual suspects: Equipment that might malfunction. Procedures that might be short-cut. Materials that might be shoddy.
So it was nearly noon before Vance realized that the thing bothering him was not any of these. Instead, it was an absence, a noise stripped away from the world, something like not being able to hear the sound of his own breathing.
He couldn't hear the birds.
Vance stood at the tip of Eagle's Talon, a long peninsula that hooked the wide Rondeau River like a bird snatching a fish. Feathery black willows spread shade across the land and housed plenty of feathered creatures, as did the tall grass-like leaves of the flowering river bulrushes. Most days Vance could hear the calls of terns and gulls and other waterbirds over the clattering human noises that rose from his construction site. But hammers, drills, nail guns, air compressors, trucks, and jocular workers had never drowned out the world as they did on this brilliant July day.
On the inside of the claw-like strip of land was a cove almost half a mile across, sparkling with summer sun. On the outside of the land's curve, the river was a swift highway that promised to transport a man to utopia if only he had a boat. Apparently the birds had set off for paradise already.
Vance removed his white hard hat so the light breeze could cool his head, then brushed shore dust off his short beard with his other hand. From this vantage, facing north, he could see the entire construction project going on inside the crescent of the cove. Before the first day of fall, the neighborhood that had been translated from his mind onto paper and then into a model would finally become a full-scale reality—though not exactly as he'd originally envisioned.
He looked north toward the top of the cove, where the long, skinny boom of a truck-mounted pump formed a towering arc nearly forty feet over the water. It scraped the sky's belly and then turned downward to deliver wet concrete to the surface of an unusual foundation. Constructed of sealed foam blocks, the platform was designed to float.
Here at Eagle's Talon, Vance built homes on water.
Technically, they were condominiums. Elite living spaces for wealthy owners, eight units in each of the twelve buildings, ninety-six units total. To Vance, though, they were the first step toward his real goal, which was to build beautiful amphibious homes for the poor. Until Tony Dean had scuttled Vance's plans, that's what these unusual units were supposed to be.
In spite of this, every day Vance stood here at the tip of the peninsula and reminded himself that all work was worth doing well.
On the day the birds fell silent, Vance's construction crew was assembling prefabricated aluminum walls on the cured foundations of buildings 1 through 6. A subcontracted pump company had spent the week pouring the foundations of buildings 7 through 11. Building 11, the final pour, would be finished within a few hours. It would cure within a few days. Building 12, the model, had been completed in the spring and already had residents in four of its eight units.
On the shoreline behind 11, the rough-terrain concrete-pump truck was braced on extended outriggers between the water and the earth. Behind the truck, a concrete mixer continuously fed wet concrete into the pump via a chute. And on the floating platform, the pump operator guided the boom with a remote control while a laborer pointed the hose where he wanted the concrete to go. The truck's rack-and-pinion slewing system made a whirring sound as the operator directed it to shift.
The only detail out of the ordinary that day was the presence of a fifteen-year-old kid, the pump operator's son, who was permitted to sit in the truck's cab while his father worked down on the foundation. Vance wouldn't have allowed the kid on the site at all, and he had questioned his presence in the truck, but the operator assured him it wasn't against company policy.
Vance didn't really care. Too many things could go wrong at a work site like this, and all of it was his responsibility—especially the things that went wrong. So he had asked the subcontractor's foreman, Drew Baxter, to send the kid home. As this would have sidetracked the operator and delayed the day's work, Baxter refused and blew him off with a grin that made Vance feel uneasy.
It wasn't long afterward, while Vance watched this operation from the peninsula's southern point, that he noticed a small brown bird performing aerial stunts around the highest point of the concrete pump's boom. The silent bird made one, two, three loops and then plummeted toward the surface of the river, pulled out of its dive at the last possible second, and shot away, scratching the glassy water with the tips of its feathers.
That was the moment when the birds' silence commanded Vance's attention.
Vance reseated his hard hat, then peeled off his outer work shirt and left the tip of the peninsula. The summer heat had crept up on him. It caused the skin at the nape of his neck and under his beard to itch.
He began to walk back toward the pump-truck operation. At building 2, a young apprentice named Andy was bent over a drill, securing the wall to a floor joist. Andy was just out of high school but demonstrated the reliability and skill of someone who'd been doing this kind of work for much longer. Vance planned to keep tabs on him. The crucifix Andy wore around his neck dangled away from his body as he worked, then slapped his chest when he straightened up to wave a greeting.
Vance passed buildings 3 and 4, scanning the riverside bank for the gulls that usually insisted on being heard even when they hid. The lush vegetation looked just as it had yesterday. There was no sign of damage to the reedy nesting areas. But neither was there any sign of waterfowl.
Somewhere near building 7, Vance wondered if he should take the birds' silence as a clue to call it quits early. Sometimes the wildlife were prophets of disaster. There was another reason why the layer of silence sounded eerie to him, a troubling reason from an obscure corner of his memory that he didn't want to examine too closely.
When he reached building 8, the ground at Vance's feet vibrated as if someone had dropped a heavy load just yards away.
A mechanical groan raised shouts from the concrete crew at building 11. Vance dropped his overshirt in the dust and started running before his mind had completely registered the problem, though his eyes spotted it right away: one of the pump truck's forward outriggers was sinking into the water, and already the rear axles had given up their share of the vehicle's weight. The truck tipped at a catawampus angle, pulled over by the weight of its long, arcing boom.
His command was unnecessary. The men on the foundation were already scrabbling off the floating platform and onto solid ground. Others backed off the area like ripples of water fleeing a tossed stone. The rubber hose thrashing at the end of the pump hit a man in the head and spit wet concrete into the cove as the boom swung away. And at the back of the pump truck, the concrete mixer's chute groaned and twisted and then snapped off.
On the sloping bank, the foreman, Baxter, seemed to have no head for crisis. Lips parted, eyes frowning, he was watching the truck fall as if it were an illusion and he was trying to sort out how the trick was done.
Someone was shouting and waving his arms as if to indicate the operator should swing the boom in the opposite direction. The operator seemed to have forgotten the boom entirely and was shouting about his kid in the tilting cab. Wet concrete sucked at his work boots and held him back from his son.
Within seconds Vance reached the truck. It was tipping swiftly, but he jumped onto the stainless step before it was too far off the ground, then transferred his weight to the wheel guard so he had space to open the door. The boy had been tossed off his seat toward the starboard side of the windshield. He dangled by the steering wheel with one arm and scrabbled to get his feet under him. A clipboard slid along the dash, clattered against a bracketed fire extinguisher, and then tumbled out the open window on the other side.
Vance yanked the door open. He braced himself, one boot on the driver's seat and one on the truck's frame, and leaned back against the heavy door as he extended his hand to the boy. They clapped a strong grip on each other's wrists.
The pair remained on the listing thirty-ton truck for no more than three seconds.
In the first instant, Vance looked past the kid's shoulder and out through the open window, which was almost touching the water. He saw the white paper of the clipboard fluttering like a fishtail as it sank to depths that hadn't existed when the truck was stabilized such a short time ago. A massive hole gaped under the forward right outrigger where solid ground had been just hours earlier. Beneath the surface of the water, mud was falling away from the bank like an avalanche. The paper was swallowed by swirling sediment.
In the next second, as he heaved the boy out of the cab, Vance lifted his eyes and realized that the plummeting boom would shear the bedroom balconies clean off the face of building 12.
In the third second they leaped. Vance turned in the air. And as they dropped behind the falling truck, he saw a person step out onto the nearest third-floor balcony.
The long blond hair belonged to Danielle Clement. Danielle, the young single mom of five-year-old Simeon. Danielle, who had caught Vance's eye and occupied a bright room in his mind since the day he'd met her at Tony Dean's office two years ago.
Danielle, who should have been at work.
She turned her back to the looming catastrophe as she reached for her sliding glass door.
Little Simeon was at her side.
Vance forced every remaining bit of breath out of his taxed lungs. "Danielle!" he shouted.
He saw her turn toward his warning, and then the hard ground struck the bottom of his feet and punished every bone in his legs and back, and the upended heavy equipment blocked his view of the worst tragedy ever to occur on his watch.
Chapter ThreeDanielle Clement arrived at Eagle's Talon only minutes before the blow hit her balcony, because a prospective buyer was expected that afternoon and it was Danielle's job to greet him.
There was no better place to live than on the water. At Eagle's Talon, all problems bobbed away on the current. The breezes lifted burdens off her shoulders, and the chuckling water rocked her mind into easy dreams. Two years ago, after her husband's unexpected death, Danielle never thought that such a peaceful place or frame of mind could be hers. But here she was.
Of course, the unit at Eagle's Talon where she and Simeon lived wasn't truly hers. It was Tony Dean's, provided to her by his unique brand of kindness, which she'd experienced for the first time one month to the day after her husband died. Tony found her paying respects at Danny's grave and apologized for the intrusion. He had done business with Danny, Tony said. She apologized for not recalling his name. At the time her world was a blur, and Tony seemed to understand. He had heard through the grapevine that she was looking for work, and he needed an executive assistant. Would she consider applying?
Danielle didn't have to say that she and Danny, in their late twenties, had considered life insurance a waste of cash, that Danny's death had put her behind on the mortgage, or that she was desperate to find an income that would support her and her son. Tony spared her that humiliation. He said only that he had thought well of Danny and would like to help her and Simeon in any way he could.
She accepted his offer with gratitude and a healthy amount of fear. She believed men as generous and as wealthy as Tony expected returns on their investments, and for months she kept her guard up. He was a successful businessman, a land developer with political aspirations, a man who demanded as much of others as he demanded of himself. But in the office she found him to be a respectable professional, and out of the office he was a perfect companion.
He took her and Simeon to dinner weekly. He invited her to join him for public business functions and local political events. He gave her frequent raises and occasional bonuses that always exceeded her credit card and house payments. He paid for Simeon to play soccer and showered him with toys at Christmas and birthdays. And after two years of this, not once did Tony make a demand that wasn't strictly related to her job.
Danielle found it easy to be his friend, but she didn't love him, except in the way she might love a good book. In the beginning she worried often about what she would do if his interest in her ever evolved into something romantic. He was fond of pretty women but uninterested in marriage, and he asked her once if she thought that would work against him when the time came for him to run for office. She said it wouldn't, and he liked her answer, and that was the moment when relief replaced Danielle's wariness.
This easy state of things lasted until the day Tony told her he had set aside one of the Eagle's Talon condominiums for her and Simeon. She protested with her heart and her hopes in her throat. She had admired the project since the day she had first seen the blueprints spread across Tony's desk. She couldn't afford such a spectacular place, not even on Tony's generosity. So when he explained that he had a job for her to do there, and the unit would be paid for, Danielle had a hard time containing her amazement. She could stay until the job ended, he said, or she could live there as long as she desired. In either case, she would pay nothing. He suggested she sell her house and put the tiny equity away for Simeon's college fund.
Danielle responded by throwing her arms around Tony's neck and whispering her thanks into his hair. He laughed, and her gratitude became a kiss.
Her own spontaneity shocked her. She withdrew, mortified for having crossed personal and professional boundaries.
"I'm sorry. That will never—"
He silenced her apology with a kiss of his own, changing in an instant everything about their relationship except the thing that mattered most: Danielle did not love Tony the way a lover ought to.
But she didn't dare say so. Pretending to love him was a very small price to pay for her son's financial security. An insignificant price. Only a fool would decline generosity like Tony's. In time, she told herself, she would grow to love him for real. He was a good man. He cared for her. Only memories of Danny held her heart back. She just needed time, and because Tony wasn't the marrying type, she had plenty of that.
So Danielle was still emotionally breathless when Tony installed her and her son at Eagle's Talon and instructed her to pose as an art broker who occasionally traveled but did most of her work from home. Her job was to "sell" units to prospective buyers, speaking to them as an enthusiastic resident. He furnished her unit to suit the part, saying, It's not a deception, it's an operation.
A little more pretending, Danielle thought. But when it turned out that she loved the job and was good at it, she minded the deceit less and less.
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Meet the Author
Erin Healy is the bestselling co-author of Burn and Kiss (with Ted Dekker) and an award-winning editor for numerous bestselling authors. She has received wide acclaim for her novels Never Let You Go, The Baker's Wife, House of Mercy, and Afloat. She and her family live in Colorado.
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This is a book where you aren't sure where it is going, but you can't put it down! I ended up finishing it in 2 sittings, ONLY because I was too tired to do it in one! Like the weather, the plot twists and turns, providing new drama for the characters to overcome and to show their true selves and faith. It was a very interesting device- having been through Hurricane Katrina and no power for 21 days, and no media for 5 days, I could relate to how the characters have no idea of what is happening in the 'outside' world and how banding together is their best bet of survival. There are times when I think God sends natural disasters to test just that- our faith in him, each other and to strengthen those bonds. Another winner from Erin, you'll want to read this one as soon as you can, as I'm sure movie rights will not be far behind!
Along the coast is a floating apartment complex that is the home of Danielle and her son Simon. She lost her husband a few years before in a car accident and has been living under the eye of Tony Dean the owner of the apartment complex. He has a corrupt nature like most who aspire to be a politician and has secrets in his closets. The architect of the complex Vance Nolan is also a Christian after spending much of his life as someone that didn’t believe. But he was taken in by Zeke who helped him through a rough time and let him stay basically rent fee while he drank a lot. But over time Zeke was able to change Vance for the better. Vance also has his eye on Danielle and would like to get to know her better. A great tragedy hit the complex during a storm and they were cut off from the mainland. Vance and Tony butt heads over what should be done about getting people to safety and things are revealed about the past that show Danielle what kind of person Tony really is. Things that make her not want to share her life with Tony any more. Erin Healy has written an engaging story and one that is a real page turner. I recommend this book wholeheartedly and think you won’t be disappointed.
Beautiful homes built on the water might just be the way of the future, as architect Vance Nolan sees it. But just as his dream is becoming a reality, disaster strikes. A sinkhole endangers several lives, including those of Danielle Clement and her son Simeon. In the aftermath of the disaster, merciless rain and rising waters ensue, stranding everyone in a single building. It becomes survival of the fittest when it is discovered murders are among them. Afloat dives straight into the heart of the story. There is a beautiful symbiosis between suspense and plot. Just enough backstory is initially revealed for initial hook, and an alternating blend in the rest of the story keeps you perfectly ensnared. In such a seemingly confined setting, my mind roamed free. Since these stranded, survival of the fittest type stories can occasionally be cliché, I would like to point out that this is in no way the case for Afloat. The story was loaded with unexpected turns, both in happenings and in characters. My mental view of the story world was just stunning and in great detail, yet I never felt any descriptions dragged on. I loved the spiritual elements in the story. Often times the theme can be so very monotonous in a Christian fiction, but this story mixed things up a bit and even had multiple points. The supernatural element that is trademark in Erin's work has a milder tone in this novel than some of her other works, but still plays a notable part. Eagerly awaiting the next Erin Healy novel!
Eagle's Talon is a very unique place. Built entirely over water, it's like an oasis away from everyone else. One building is occupied while the rest are being built when tragedy strikes. First a sinkhole appears out of nowhere, almost killing a number of people. Next a storm like no other hits, flooding the site and stranding the people who didn't get swept away. Now the people there must fight to survive, but as secrets start to be revealed the surviving seems to become much more difficult. Everyone is hiding something at a time when trust is vital. On top of that people have been seeing mysterious glowing things in the water below them. What does this mean for the survivors? Will they be able to pull through it all? This book was very different from what I expected. There were so many elements to it. I found it a little difficult to get into initially. I didn't really understand the technical parts of the buildings, but the book really wastes no time when getting to the meat of the story. I thought I was being given a ton of back story on the characters initially, but then I discovered that they had secrets even beyond what I knew. This added a lot of depth to the story. There is also a fair amount of "action" as it were. With the sinkhole then flood, there are a lot of things going on. Also, people are not spared from the destruction. It really ends up being a tragedy all around. Beside the human aspect to the book, there is also a bit of the supernatural. This takes the form of mysterious glowing things that some people are seeing in the water. Rather than being frightening though, they seem to be helping the people to find their way and survive. You find out rather early on though what these are, but that really didn't take away from the impact for me. This book is full of suspense and atmosphere. You really get a sense of how difficult it is for these people in the harsh circumstances they find themselves in. I almost didn't want to read it at night, but then I am not really friends with the water so it creeped me out even more. If you are looking for a suspenseful yet thoughtful book, check this one out. Book provided for review.
The one thing I love most about reading books is their uncanny ability to transport us to a place we'd never imagined we would go or experience things we would never want to but still like to be an outsider looking in. Erin Healy is a master at both of these events. In her latest suspense novel, Afloat, we meet Vance Nolan who has developed a revolutionary idea of building homes that can float inside a sheltered cover, providing the experience of an water-view home in a vastly different perspective. Originally Vance created these modular, green-friendly homes to provide alternative housing for the homeless in the small town called Eagle's Talon, so defined from the unique riverfront shape of land that houses what will be 96 modular units, in 12 buoyant buildings. The one thing lacking in all of this master build planning is the financial component and soon that appears to be solved with the backing of Tony Dean, a wealthy developer who sees these units as something larger than providing them for the homeless. He convinces Vance to build them with a higher end clientele in mind and spears heads the sales with the help of an attractive single mom, Danielle Clement and her son Simeon. Yet when a freak and unexpected storms rocks the small cove, along with a series of unexplained accidents, it seems that there is more going on that just what lies beneath the pristine waters. Darkness soon falls to those that find themselves trapped with no apparent way out. I received Afloat by Erin Healy compliments of Thomas Nelson Publishers and Litfuse Publicity Book Tours for my honest review. I received no monetary compensations for a favorable review. This is now my third book from Erin and once again she manages to captivate me right from the beginning. I was turning pages and trying to follow along while making my own guesses on what exactly was going on. There is a supernatural twist to this one that really makes you wonder about the people who come into our lives in unexpected ways and the ending is one that has you completely on the edge of your seat. I'd rate this one a 4.5 out of 5 stars in my opinion and know that I will most certainly add Erin Healy to my Must Watch List.
Erin Healy in her new book "Afloat" published by Thomas Nelson gives us a wonderful thriller. From the back cover: Dark waters are rising. Who will stay afloat? Architect Vance Nolan has crafted a marvel--shining apartments floating in the peaceful cove of a winding river. The project is partially occupied and about to make investors rich when a sinkhole gives way. Torrential rains quickly flood the cove, leaving a handful of builders, investors, and residents cut off from the rest of the world. The motley group is bitterly divided over how to survive. Vance insists they wait for rescue. Developer Tony Dean wants to strike out into the darkness. And single-mom Danielle Clement, obligated to each man and desperate to protect her young son, Simeon, isn't sure which one is wiser. Power failure, an unnatural daytime darkness, explosions, and a murder expose hidden intentions and dark histories. Then Simeon spots something strange underwater--beautiful, shifting lights in the dark depths. In this watery world, everyone's secrets will eventually come to light. And deliverance may mean more than just getting out alive. The Seventies were a time of great disaster movies. We had burning skyscrapers, upside down cruise ships, earthquakes and even airplanes underwater. The common thread was there were a handful of survivors that were fighting for their lives. Erin Healy has given us a very creative 21st Century disaster. The Dictionary defines "Cove" as, "a small sheltered inlet or bay". For something that is supposed to be sheltered the inappropriately named, "Eagle's Talon" floating homes is the scene of the disaster. First there was the saboteur, then came the flood and now the survivors are cut off from land with no means of communication. Who will survive? "Afloat" is most definitely a thriller and, I would say, Ms. Healy's best work to date. Be prepared to have your nerves stretched to the breaking point as you read this book. "Afloat" is a really enjoyable read that makes you root for the wonderful characters. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Litfuse Publicity Group. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."
The book was interesting but obviously religious. The characters were a bit flat but this was a new story.
This book held my attention from start to finish. Excelleny read!! U won't be sorry if u purchase. She is on the list of one of my favorite authors
I felt that I was not sure whether I was going to land. At the beginning of the book, I wan't sure where this book was going. I became so engrossed in the book, I couldn't put it down. This was a great book. Enjoyed it so much.
I read the book instead of watching TV. A fascinating fantasy. To be read by sone one who likes to be entertained.
Good story. I enjoyed it, but it had awkward sentences that you have to re-read to understand as they are worded unusually. Could have been more developed story-line and characters but overall a decent read.
Although I was not familiar with the author, I saw that another book was co-authored with Ted Dekker and decided to try it. The story has excitement, drama, smatterings of a love story and based on a faith message. A great read!
Tough circumstances bring out the best and worst in people.
This was one of my $1.99 deals. I thought the premise was good but it ended up being kind of predictable. Still, I didn't put it down once I started reading it, so that must mean something. I found the descriptions of the accident and the storm to go on a little long -- I believe the author was really trying to paint a picture for the reader, but it felt like she was trying to sell a movie script.
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Plot: I really enjoyed the plot of this book. It was nothing like I've ever read before. I found it to be creative and intriguing. There were twists and turns that I didn't expect and an interesting spiritual level. Characters: The way the characters interacted and relied on each other was great. Every action by one character effected the actions of others. It all came together in an intricate web of character design. Themes: This book has several themes in it including forgiveness, selfishness, and redemption. All of the themes work together to create a spiritual atmosphere in the story. Emotion: There wasn't a lot of emotion in this book. It was very fast paced, but nothing that was engaging emotionally. Overall: I really enjoyed this book. It was an extremely fast read while still having a lot of story to it. I had no idea what was going yo happen next and there were so many twists that kept me on my toes. The spiritual aspect wasn't overpowering or a turn off. It gave a new depth to the story line. ---I received this book for free from the publisher for this review.---
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