Awaken the Highland Warriorby Anita Clenney
New York Times and USA Today Bestseller!
"Engrossing and captivating. A true page-turner." -Mary Wine, acclaimed author of Highland Heat
A man from another time...
Faelan is from an ancient clan of Scottish Highland warriors, charged with shielding humanity from demonic forces. Betrayed and locked/strong>/em>/strong>/em>/em>
New York Times and USA Today Bestseller!
"Engrossing and captivating. A true page-turner." -Mary Wine, acclaimed author of Highland Heat
A man from another time...
Faelan is from an ancient clan of Scottish Highland warriors, charged with shielding humanity from demonic forces. Betrayed and locked in a time vault, he has been sleeping for nearly two centuries when spunky historian Bree Kirkland inadvertently wakes him. She's more fearsome than the demon trying to kill him, and if he's not careful, she'll uncover the secrets his clan has bled and died to protect...
Could be the treasure she's been seeking all her life...
When Bree inherits an old treasure map, she discovers a warrior buried in her backyard. But the warrior isn't dead. Bree shocks Faelan with her modern dress and her boldness, and he infuriates Bree every time he tries to protect her.
With demons suddenly on the move, Bree discovers that Faelan's duty as protector is in his blood, and that her part in this fight was destined before she was born. But nothing is ever what it seems...
"An exciting, riveting read! Nothing's sexier than a timetraveling Highland warrior except one with the mission to save the world and the contemporary, courageous woman who lights his fire! A page-turner, I couldn't put the book down!" -Terry Spear, author of Heart of the Wolf, a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year
"Clenney's debut, beginning a new paranormal series, showcases her ability to create an alternative modern world peopled with interesting, exciting, and compelling characters." - Booklist
Between the brogue and the body, these warriors are to die for!
Oh My Gosh, I want more. You get a series full of action, good vs. evil scenarios and romance. Reviewer Top Pick! 5 Stars
A riveting story full of mystery, demons and hot Scottish Highland Warriors!
The start of a very exciting new series.
Anita Clenney has written a book that is of the same caliber as Karen Marie Moning's Highlander series.
Awakening the Highland Warrior brought back memories of Karen Marie Monig's Highlander series.
Debut time-travel romance author Anita Clenney introduces readers to a demon-fighting Scotland clan that looks good in their kilts and fights even better.
Plenty of intrigue to keep the pages turning... a rewarding story
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Awaken The Highland Warrior
By Anita Clenney
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Present Day ...
Bree's fingers tightened around the metal disk as she ran through the graveyard, zigzagging past leaning headstones. Her lantern swayed, throwing shadows on the crypt looming before her, its stone walls the color of bones. Thick vines crept over it, sealing in cracks left by time, while gnarled branches from the twisted oak hovered like outstretched arms. Protecting ... or threatening?
An owl screeched overhead as Bree scurried up the crumbling steps, wishing night hadn't fallen, when shadows twisted into monsters and spirits came out to play. The burial vault lay open near the back of the crypt, waiting. Blood roared past her ears, like the sound of all the angels' wings beating in unison. She moved closer and peered at the chest inside. It was ornate, made of metal and wood, with green gemstones embedded in each corner. It looked ancient, like it belonged in a museum or a pyramid, or perhaps Solomon's Temple. The beauty of it struck her again, as it had when she'd first discovered it.
She set the lantern on the edge of the burial vault and studied the markings on the chest. Swirls and shapes like writing shifted in the amber glow. Stretching out a finger, she touched the surface. Warm? She yanked her hand back and hit the lantern. It crashed to the floor, throwing the top of the crypt into darkness. Dropping to her knees, she scrambled for the light. A sound cut through the silence, scraping, like fingernails against stone. She grabbed the lantern, not daring to blink, then remembered the wind outside and the claw-like branches of the old tree.
She placed the lantern securely on the vault cover she'd pushed onto the alcove and unfolded her hand. The metal disk she held was three inches in diameter and appeared to be made from the same metal as the chest, not silver, not gold. One side had deep grooves; the other was etched with symbols. With trembling fingers, she lined up the disk with the matching grooves on top of the chest and pushed. There was a series of clicks as the notched edges retracted.
A voice brushed her ear. What lies within cannot be, until time has passed with the key.
Bree whirled, but she was alone. Only stone walls stood watch, their secrets hidden for centuries. It was sleep deprivation, not ghosts.
She pulled in a slow, steadying breath and tried to turn the disk. Nothing. Again, this time counterclockwise, and it began to move under her hand. She jerked her fingers back. A loud pop sounded and colors flashed ... blue, orange, and green, swirling for seconds, and then they were gone. Great, hallucinations to go with the voices in her head.
Her body trembled as she gripped the lid. This was it. All her dreams held on a single pinpoint of time. If this ended up another wild goose chase, she was done. No more treasure hunts, no more mysteries, no more playing Indiana Jones. She'd settle down to a nice, ordinary, boring life. She counted.
She heaved open the chest.
Terror clawed its way to her throat, killing her scream.
The man inhaled one harsh breath and his eyes flew open, locking on Bree. A battle cry worthy of Braveheart echoed off the walls. Bree jumped back as metal flashed and a rush of air kissed her face. Petrified, she watched him crawl out of the burial vault, a wicked-looking dagger in his hand. Her scream tore loose as she turned and fled.
Fingers grazed her shoulder, and she glanced back. The last thing she saw before her feet tangled with the shovel was the dead man reaching for her. She fell, smashing her face against the stone floor, and then lurched to her feet. He towered over her, blocking her escape, so close she could see his pulse throbbing with life, even though he'd just climbed out of a tomb.
"Where's Druan?" His voice was a growl, body taut, like a lion ready to pounce.
Bree stumbled backwards, but he followed, his eyes as hard and cold as the dagger at her throat. He scanned the shadows as if he expected a horde of demons to appear, before his fierce gaze settled on her again.
A thousand disjointed thoughts tumbled in her head as the blade pressed harder. "Who are you? How did you get here? Are you a ghost?" She wasn't sure she believed in ghosts, but she also didn't believe in dead men rising from their graves, and this one was wearing a kilt.
"A ghost?" Dark brows drew into a flat line. He lowered the dagger, opened his other hand, and stared at it. "No." He didn't sound sure.
She wasn't, either. He looked too muscular for a spirit, but there was no doubt she was talking to a man who should be dead. And he was standing between her and the door.
The blade flashed, and Bree screamed. A trickle of red appeared on his palm. She pushed past him, but he caught her arm, spinning her around. A jolt shocked her, and they both flinched. His blood was warm and sticky against her skin. She decided she'd die fighting.
Pulling free, she grabbed the shovel from the floor and swung it at his head. He stopped it with one hand, tossed the shovel deep into the crypt, and shoved her against the wall. She flailed with her fists and then lifted her knee. He pinned it between his thighs. She was trapped. She sagged against him, waiting for the blade to plunge, but the only thing she felt was a hard body in damp clothes holding her still.
"Impossible," he muttered, releasing her. He stepped back, the dagger still red with his blood. "Who are you?"
"I'm Bree. Who are you? Why did you do that?" she asked, staring at his hand.
"To be sure." He wiped the blade on his kilt and slid it into a sheath at his side. "Where's Druan?" he demanded.
"I don't know anyone named Druan," she said, wincing as she touched her stinging face. At least he'd put the dagger away.
He frowned and leaned closer, studying her cheek. She stood, not breathing, as warm, calloused fingers brushed her face and dark eyes reflected the lantern's golden glow.
"It can't be." He stared at his hand as if it had betrayed him. "You fell hard," he said, his voice softer, with an accent she couldn't place. "Are you okay?"
No, she wasn't okay. There was a dead man talking to her. And he looked familiar. "You tried to kill me."
Sorry he'd tried, or sorry he'd failed?
"Where am I?" he asked, muddy fingers grazing the crypt wall.
"Where? New York, near Albany ..." She gulped. "Earth."
"How did I get here?"
"New York, the crypt, or earth?"
"How did I get in a crypt?" he asked quietly, and she knew the question wasn't intended for her. A better one would be how he'd gotten out—alive. She looked at the disk, still in the lock. Locks weren't made just to keep things out. They also kept things in. Her stomach took a hard dive. A ghost would be one thing, but ghosts didn't bleed.
He spun back toward the burial vault. "What year is this?"
She told him, watching as the color drained from his face.
"No." He rubbed his hands across his forehead, leaving a streak of blood. "A hundred and fifty years." The words were barely a whisper. Clasping his chest, he moved toward the open door of the crypt. He didn't move like a normal man; he flowed, like water over rocks in a stream. As if each muscle moved in perfect harmony with the others.
"It's still here," he said, staring into the night.
"What's still here?" Before the question left her mouth, an image of charred earth, smoking and desolate, reared up like a serpent from a forgotten dream. One of her premonitions? She was still reeling when he walked back to where she stood.
"How did you find me?" he asked, his voice gruff again.
For someone who'd just been freed, he wasn't very gracious. "I followed the map. Who are you? How did you get inside that chest?"
"Chest?" He looked at the burial vault. "I can't remember," he said, licking his lower lip.
He was lying. Bree knew it as surely as she knew she wasn't dreaming and he wasn't dead. This man wasn't a ghost. He was a thief. He'd probably stolen her treasure when she wasn't watching. He couldn't have locked himself inside, which meant someone had left him for dead. An accomplice? Or was it a joke? He was wearing a kilt.
"Where's my treasure?" she demanded. She'd searched too long to let anyone steal it.
He swayed and grabbed the wall.
"The time vault ... I need to lie down."
Time vault? Did he mean the burial vault? "Are you hurt? Do you need a doctor?" Thief or not, she couldn't refuse him help if he was injured.
"No." He grabbed her arm, and she felt the strength held in check, although he looked ready to drop. "You can't tell anyone about me."
Was he hiding from the person who had locked him in the chest? She'd seen a man in the woods several days ago and a shadow in the graveyard earlier tonight. Then there was the shriek last night that made her skin feel like it had turned inside out.
He leaned his head against the stone. "Need rest."
Rest? Where? If she called the police she'd have to tell them about her treasure, and she couldn't take him inside. He didn't look capable of walking, much less hurting anyone, but that dagger proved he was dangerous.
The man's eyes closed and his face paled. She'd made countless bad judgment calls in her life, and this might be the worst, but she couldn't let him pass out here, and she wasn't about to lose her treasure. The thief must know where it was hidden or who'd taken it.
"Let's get you inside the house." It wouldn't be the first time she'd taken a risk. Besides, her friend Jared should be back from his trip soon. He could give her a hand. Bree retrieved the lantern and carried it back to where the man waited. He raised his head, giving her the first grateful look since she'd freed him. "Do you need help?"
He nodded stiffly, his expression grim.
She moved closer, and he dropped an arm over her shoulders, leaning his body into hers. He smelled like dirt and leather and rain. A feeling settled in her chest, like recognition, and she wondered if she was dreaming. She put her arm around his waist. Solid. Real. Wet? How had he gotten wet? It hadn't rained in weeks.
"Wait," he whispered. "The time vault. I have to cover it ... can't leave the key."
Why? Questions bombarded her, but she left him leaning against the wall and approached the burial vault. Bree reached for the lid, and her breath caught when she saw the inside of the chest. It was green, like the stones on the outside, but there was no time to explore. She'd have to come back later. She closed the lid and pulled the disk from the lock. Nausea rose in her throat as the metal grew hot in her hand. She wanted to hide the disk, bury it where it would never be found.
After the queasiness subsided, she struggled with the stone cover, then he was there, pulling with her. The lid scraped as it dropped into place. If this was his weakened state, she couldn't imagine him full strength. She was crazy to consider taking him inside, but if he was going to kill her, he would've already done it when he had the dagger against her jugular vein. He not only hadn't hurt her, he'd even seemed concerned about her fall. Or was she making excuses because the mystery of a lifetime stretched before her, beckoning like the yellow brick road?
He leaned against the vault, and a trickle of water dripped from his hair onto his face. There was a knot on the back of his head. "How did you get hurt?" she asked.
"I don't remember."
The knot looked big enough to cause amnesia. Maybe he wasn't lying.
He held out his hand. "Give me the key."
"The key?" She looked at the antique disk that had hung on her great-great-grandmother's mantel for generations. "It's mine."
She didn't know why he wanted it, but judging from the pallor of his face, if they didn't get inside soon, she'd have to drag him or call for help. She could get her disk back after he fell asleep. He put it in the worn, leather pouch hanging over his groin, a sporran. She'd never seen a real man wear one, but then again, she'd never seen a real man in a kilt.
He slipped his arm around her shoulders again, and they staggered into the still September night. No frogs croaked or crickets chirped. No owl's eerie call. A stab of unease prickled her spine at the lack of sound. They were both panting by the time they made it to her back porch. Having him pressed to her side, body to body, was doing strange things to her senses, and his scent made her long for something she didn't understand. She opened the back door, and they moved into the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat? Water?"
"No. Lie down." He slumped lower, his chin bumping the top of her head.
Bree grabbed the arm he'd slung around her shoulders to keep him from sliding to the floor and debated where to put him. The house had eight bedrooms, but only one assembled bed and a single set of sheets. She hadn't replaced the ones she'd tossed out when she moved in. Living in a dead person's house hadn't bothered her, nor had sleeping in a dead person's bed. Sleeping on a dead person's sheets — even Grandma Emily's — that, Bree couldn't handle.
And here she was with a man she'd pulled out of a crypt draped around her like a shawl. Her mother was right, Bree had missed normal by light years.
She guided him to her bedroom, thankful it was on the first floor and that her mother lived half a dozen states away. She nudged on the light switch with her nose, dragged him across her hand-loomed rug, and dropped him onto the bed. "What's your name?"
"Faelan," he said and fell backwards like a downed tree.
Faelan? Unusual name. Bree shook his arm. "What happened to the treasure in the chest?"
His eyelids fluttered. "Not ... treasure ... chest."
"Not a treasure chest? What do you mean?" If the box wasn't a treasure chest and it wasn't a casket, what was it?CHAPTER 2
Far across the ocean, a woman woke, breathless and sweating. It wasn't one of those annoying, erotic, Duncan dreams. She pushed aside the long strands of red hair plastered to her forehead and lay still in the darkness, seeking the source of her dread. Her hand touched the metal growing warm at her neck, and she allowed her mind to drift, searching for somewhere to anchor. Blurred pictures flashed in her head, a dark-haired woman and a handsome man, then four more.
A round object came into focus, and she bolted upright, her nails digging into the bed.
For more than a century they'd searched for it, bled for it. Died for it.
The lost key.
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"What do you mean it's not a treasure chest?" Bree had a treasure map and her great-great-grandmother Isabel's journal to prove it. She shook Faelan's shoulder and lightly slapped his face. He didn't move. Was he dead? She checked his heartbeat. It was a little fast, and his skin felt too warm. Should she take him to the hospital? Awkwardly she searched the sporran, but he had no wallet, no ID, only her disk, a strip of leather, and a smooth white stone. Who was he?
She replaced the items and studied him. He lay crossways on her bed, arms at his sides. A red and black kilt was belted at his waist, where the dagger still hung. His shirt was white, or had been at one time. It was smeared with mud, as were the beige socks—kilt hose-folded below his knees. She had to admit the costume looked authentic, except for the boots. They looked like something from the Civil War. Her specialty.
But it wasn't his clothing that drew her. It was his face, strong jaw, straight nose, dark hair hanging to his shoulders, and most puzzling, his eyes. They had been uncannily familiar, but uncanny was her norm. Even as a child, when other girls were talking about schoolboys and planning sleepovers, she'd been dreaming of ... whatever it was. She couldn't put a name to it, although she often felt it had a face. A face! The painting.
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Meet the Author
Anita Clenney writes paranormal romance and romantic suspense. Before giving herself over to the writing bug, she worked in a pickle factory, a preschool, booked shows for Aztec Fire Dancers, been a secretary, executive assistant, and a Realtor. She lives with her husband and two children in suburban Virginia.
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I was traveling and downloaded this book to my nook without have the benefit of reading the reviews but I'm glad I did! It was a very interesting book with a lot of plot twists and turns keeping you guessing. I really can't say anything better than the other reviewers said but I will point out that one reviewer says it was "a little too steamy" for her but there are NOT half as many love scenes in this book as there are other romance novels that I've read and the three or four love scenes that are in this book are NOT steamy at all (they are around a PG13 compared to other urban or historical romances). They are barely a page or so and do not use any explicit or vulgar language which is fine with me but if you are looking for a hot, steamy romance novel this is not the book for you. I only bring this up because if hot and heavy romance is not your style you may not read this book based on that one review and it really doesn't center around sex at all. So if you are looking for a page-turner of a book with a some romance thrown in...give this one a try!
Anita Clenney is a fantastic writer. If you are looking for something hot and steamy, this is a good read
This is the first book I have read by Anita Clenney and I found the story to be very interesting. For me the only big problem was that it was a to steamy for me. I don't mind one or two love scenes but I don't really like it to be half the book, its just not what I like to read. Faelan is 150 years old and just been awaken from a time vault. He tries to kill the woman who has awaken him, but it was just a reaction to being in the vault. He thought he had only been in the time vault for just a few days but soon realized that the world that he once new is gone and a whole new world is before him. Women are brazen and bold, people drive cars instead of riding horses, etc. All he knows is that he must find the demon that put him in the time vault before he can unleash a deadly virus. Bree was just searching for buried treasure when she accidentally woke Faelan from the time vault. Now she has a warrior living with her that is 150 years old but still looks very young. She is not sure what the think of him, but he is very handsome in his kilt that its hard to not be drawn to him. Faelan's appetite for more than just food has them in each others arms more than once and she has no clue why she keeps letting him have his way with her. His protective streak is always making her angry because she can take care of herself and when she finds out about the demons she is ready to take them on right beside Faelan. Faelan on the other hand wants her to stay out of the way and let him take care of things. They track down his clan in Scotland and its time to go demon hunting. I really loved the characters in the story, from main characters to the secondary characters. Bree is very much the modern woman. She is tough, bold and has no problem taking care of herself and she can't stand the fact that Faelan wants to treat her like a weak, frail woman who need to be protected. Faelan is from a time when women stayed at home and took care of the children and the home. They didn't go off fighting demons! It drives him crazy that Bree keeps jumping into the danger instead of letting him protector, he is a warrior, its what he does. Faelan sounds like a very sexy, strong hero, and he has a lot to learn about modern women. I haven't really read many warrior/demon books but I really did like this book and would have rated it a little higher if it wasn't for the parts I didn't like. I think if you like books like this then you will love to read this book.
I love love love Scottish stories and this one was no exception. The story will keep you entertained for hours.
The book is riveting and spellbinding. I was not disappointed.
nice blend of time travel, new century and old school mixed with hot romance and adventure.
Very interesting paranormal romance and I stuck with it to the end. But I found it "choppy", lacking smooth transition between all the plots and subplots. Lots of cliffhangers while you are jerked away to be introduced to other seemingly unrelated characters and plots. I found it very frustrating and detracted from my reading pleasure. I hope her other books have overcome this fault.
The great Faelan Connor was one of Michael's fiercest Scottish warriors over a century ago, but after he was betrayed and locked in a time vault by an evil demon he was assigned to eliminate, no one heard from him again.until Bree Kirkland inadvertently releases him while searching for lost treasure. When Faelan awakes to the twenty first century, much has changed, including the way women dress and act. Not know who is working for the demon Druan or how to navigate in this new world, Faelan must depend on Bree. Each distrusting the other, expecting the worse, begin an intricate dance of suspicion and desire , but when an old enemy reveals itself they must put their doubts aside and work together to save mankind from the fires of Hell. Awaken the Highlander is the first novel in Anita Clenney's new Connor Clan series and what an incredible start! Highlanders, demons, angels and even vampires kept me glued to the pages of this spellbinding tale. The story follows the ancient warrior Faelan Connor and the treasure hunting, Bree Kirkland. Together they are an explosive couple with sizzling chemistry, but their relationship is rife with distrust, secrets and misconceptions that turned into an emotional roller coaster for characters and reader alike. However, their deep passion leads to scorching tension and steamy romance, which proceeds to a few sigh worthy love scenes. Bree, a female version of Indian Jones, with the same drive, stubbornness and sense of dry, sarcastic humor, was an engaging leading lady. While Faelan, the hot-kilted warrior, has everything I seek in an alpha hero. Bursting with honor, protectiveness, possessiveness and fierce in battle with a deep sense of justice and loyalty *sigh* Wouldn't it be nice to find him in your backyard? I loved the back and forth dialogue between these two, Faelan trying to protect Bree but Bree is a 21st century independent woman and will not sit by while Faelan fights. There was also plenty of humor with Faelan trying to figure out this time; how some things have changed and some haven't. I was bombarded with questions throughout this novel though and by the end I was left with plenty unanswered, hopefully in the second novel though some of them will be. It did keep me on the edge of my seat, turning the pages, to find out what was happening. There were also numerous new characters and roles introduced in a very short time span, which got a wee bit confusing at times but I loved every moment! Incredibly shocking twists and turns that kept me guessing and had me turning the pages faster and faster. The author really took her time weaving a sensational tale masterfully. Plenty of intense suspense, action and battle scenes to keep adrenaline junkies entertained; with a unique, fast paced plot that is in depth and well development. All the characters introduced were rich and I easily became invested in each. Awaken the Highlander was a great start to a new series and I cannot wait for the rest, especially since seeing the blurb for the third novel and all I have to say is *squee* I just knew it! The ending left a cliffhanger but not a frustrating one; it's a good set up for secondary characters becoming future lead characters. An awesome read for highlander and paranormal romance fans!
On her family estate near Albany, New York, Bree Kirkland opens a graveyard vault. Inside is Faelen who claims he belongs to an ancient Scottish warrior clan whose mission is to protect humanity from demons. He explains that Druan the demon incarcerated him back in 1860 in this tomb. Her clothing and her fighting spirit surprises him as he has no history of a female like her; his reaction matches his wearing a kilt stunning her. Meanwhile Druan plans to release a virus to eradicate humanity. Based on his description of the enemy, Bree believes her former fiancé, who is acting strange, may be Druan. Faelen and Bree team up to prevent an extinction event from happening even as they fall in love, a taboo by his clan. This is an engaging romantic urban fantasy as the twenty-first century feisty female stuns the highlander she has awakened with her wardrobe and attitude. The story line is fast-paced and filled with exciting twists. The couple's reactions to each other make for an entertaining save the world thriller, as Bree and Faelen united by love take on the diabolical Druan the demon with the stake being the human race. Harriet Klausner
This was a great book that really kept me reading. I could not put it down. The plot was good, humor, and romance with time travel. What else could you look for?
One of the best breach in time romances I have read in awhile.
I really liked this book. The balance was nice, a good story line along with the romance.
I immediately begain looking for the next book! Can't wait! Love it when I discover someone new to read.
I couldn't put this book down, I had to read it to the end. I can't wait for the next one to come out. The other characters are so interesting and it makes you want to read more about them or hope she does.
I started reading it thinking it wouldn't be that good, and absolutely could not put it down! I SO hope there will be many more books from this author in the future!
I am so thankful you started writing!! Love Scottish stories, maybe due to ancestry! This book was so exciting, fun, keeps you on your toes, and could not put it down. Thank you Anita Clenney, Sheila in CO Can't wait to get the next 2 and hopefully more!
I am enthralled by Ms. Clenney’s way of describing scenery and people without being boring. I can feel what she is describing like I am right there. I love the richness of her words where you can smell the air, feel the time vault, etc.... Bree is one gutsy lady. I love her mixture of bravery then fearfulness showing that even the brave can be afraid. Bree definitely is someone I would like to be. She is curious and unafraid to search for things to get answers. Bree sure loves to run full steam ahead into everything including danger. Poor hunky Faelan wants Bree so bad but is trying to treat her with careful gentlemanly manners even when he worries about if she is a demon. He has no idea of what to do with Bree, a modern spunky woman or how to keep her safe. This book introduces some very hot secondary Highland Warriors characters that will be featured in future books. And I believe you will fall in love with the very sexy Ronan who is one of my favorites. Another secondary character intrigues me, Tristol one of the demons of old, the ancient ones, and I can’t wait to see how his character progresses through the Warrior series. This is a series well worth reading. To see the full review visit my blog: sportochicksmusings.blogspot . com
I didn't think I'd like it, but once I started I simply could not put it down. Don't start the book if you need sleep, because you probably won't get any until you finish reading this! Consider yourself warned!
The whole book the only thing i could think was what the hell is going on. The book was confusing and boring. Will never buy a book writen by this author again.