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Duty called Dr. Rikki Kinn to the Congo. One of the world's top virus hunters working for the CDC, she is on a mission to investigate a deadly new plague. But there are those determined to stop her—at any price.
Shape-shifter Amiri was born in this land of untamed splendor. Here he woke with the sun and raced as the cheetah . . . until he was kidnapped and subjected to terrible experiments by the evil Consortium. Now his colleagues and brothers in Dirk & Steele want him to ...
Duty called Dr. Rikki Kinn to the Congo. One of the world's top virus hunters working for the CDC, she is on a mission to investigate a deadly new plague. But there are those determined to stop her—at any price.
Shape-shifter Amiri was born in this land of untamed splendor. Here he woke with the sun and raced as the cheetah . . . until he was kidnapped and subjected to terrible experiments by the evil Consortium. Now his colleagues and brothers in Dirk & Steele want him to return to Africa to face his nightmares. For a good woman has been targeted for death—a beautiful healer who holds the fate of millions in her hands, whose destiny is intertwined with his—and whose need leaves Amiri vulnerable, threatening his heart, his passion . . . and his soul.
"You give up now, you buy us all beers, eh?" said the man across the table. His navy beret sat askew on his head, and sweat dribbled down his ebony face. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he swayed, just slightly.
His grip was strong but not painful. Rikki smiled through gritted teeth. "Maybe you want to give up, Jean-Claude. Before I beat you again." She puckered her lips and kissed the air. The men gathered around the table laughed and slapped Jean-Claude's shoulder. The cell phone kept ringing.
Muscles burned; her arm quivered. Rikki glanced at one of the soldiers and he plucked her cell from its clip and placed it in her left hand. Congo pop music, full of sharp beats, threaded through the open door of the stifling corrugated shack she was sitting in.
She flipped open the cell. "Doctor Kinn speaking."
"Rikki, it's Larry. Get ready to move. We've got a Hot Zone. Level Four."
Jean-Claude slammed her hand into the table. Rikki did not notice. She closed her eyes, dizzy and breathless. "Where?"
"Between Bumba and Lisala. Mack is already there. He'll fill you in when you arrive."
"Fill me in now."
"Not on this line." Larry's voice was cold, hard. Rikki knew that tone. She clamped her mouth shut and glanced at the soldiers. Only Jean-Claude met her gaze, and he no longer appeared quite so drunk. Rikki pushed back her chair, dug into her pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. She tossed it on the table and moved to the door.
"Transport?" she asked, staring out at the gates of the dock, which was crowded with yet more soldiers, all of whom were trying to control the endless bottleneck traffic of bodies: bare backs bent under loads of burlap sacks and bushels of sugar cane; uniformed porters stumbling beneath the immense luggage and wares of Zairean businessmen in loud suits and gold jewelry. Wheelbarrows pushed by gaunt men passed Rikki, along with scooters and creaking carts piled with clothing; castoffs from America, no doubt. Shouts slammed the air, as did fists; everyone wanted to be on that ferry idling on the river's edge, and the only way to get there was to push and shove and fight for every step.
Rikki heard an odd clinking sound on the other end of the phone. Like glass. "Mack said you were in Brazzaville. Can you make it to Kinshasa by the evening?"
"Sooner. I'm already at the ferry."
"Good. Colonel Bakker will meet you on the other side, and he'll put you on one of the UN planes headed for the affected area. Questions?"
Rikki snorted, scuffing her shoes against the dirt floor, kicking debris into a stagnant puddle outside the door. "You just told me I can't ask any."
"Rules of the game," Larry said, and then, softer: "Be careful, kid. This one's trouble."
"Story of my life," she replied, and flipped her cell phone shut. Tried to imagine, for a moment, what she was headed for, but her mind stayed blank, and all she could do was watch as sunlight cut skeins through the dust and blue exhaust, the air thick and damp and hot. Her entire body was slick with sweat; she was glad she had cut her hair before this last trip to Africa. Short, like a pixie.
Tinkerbell, her daddy would say. A slip of a thing: his princess, his little Thumbelina. Small, but with a punch.
The soldiers were watching her. Rikki schooled her expression into something cool and easy; a well-oiled mask. Her second skin. The twenty had disappeared from the table, and in its place was a deck of cards. Jean-Claude stood only a foot away, his reddened eyes thoughtful. "What is wrong?"
Everything, Rikki thought, but she put a smile on her face and said, "Duty calls. You want to help me get on that ferry?"
Jean-Claude knew her too well. His eyes narrowed, so sharp, but he reached behind the door and picked up his rifle. He gestured to the others. "Of course. What are friends for?" And then, bending close, he whispered, "I would have beat you this time."
His breath smelled like beer. Rikki shook her head and grabbed her backpack. "In your dreams."
"Not without my wife's permission," he replied easily, and stopped her, just outside the shed. "You are going to a sick place?"
She hesitated. "Yes."
Jean-Claude nodded, sucking on the inside of his cheek. No words, though. He turned on his heel, grabbed her arm, and pulled her toward the heaving crowd. The other men from the shed pushed ahead, clearing a narrow path that Rikki and Jean-Claude squeezed through. All of them were rough; brutal, even. People fell getting out of their way; packages were dropped and trampled. Rikki was almost knocked down herself, but Jean-Claude's hand clamped tight and he hauled her upright, almost carrying her against his side.
The immigration official stomped out of his post as they passed. He was as tall as Jean-Claude, but twice as wide; he towered over Rikki and tried to grab her other arm.
"Vos papiers!" blustered the man, but Jean-Claude rattled off a long stream of words in their native language, and pushed him away. No stamps in her passport this time around. An illegal departure from the country, but nothing that would land her in too much trouble-for the right amount of money. If she were caught.
The ferry's metal ramp appeared, crowded with bodies, wares, and livestock. Another immigration official lay in wait at the top; Jean-Claude said a few more hard words, leaned in close-his rifle butt poking the man's chest-and escorted Rikki past him. She heard her name shouted, and turned in time to catch a wave from one of the young soldiers who had been in the shed. She held up her hand, nodding, but Jean-Claude pushed her away from the rusted rail toward the other side of the boat, not letting her stop until the crowd thinned and they could see the smoky edge of Kinshasa looming on the opposite bank of the muddy Congo. Dirty steel and stone, cut from the jungle like a scar.
Jean-Claude still gripped her arm. His fingers squeezed hard, and in a low voice he said, "Make an excuse. Do not go."
Rikki glanced down at his hand and raised an eyebrow. "Two years we've known each other, and you've never given me advice."
His gaze flickered to her breasts. It was not a sexual look, but Rikki knew exactly what he was remembering, and it made her want to cover herself. She kept steady, though. Too much time spent building herself up to crack the mask now.
"Jean-Claude," she said. A low sigh escaped him, but he lifted his gaze and looked her in the eye-which was almost worse. She could not stand his pity.
Or his words. His voice was too gentle, as though he was trying to soothe some wounded animal; rabid, wild. "I have never given you advice, because you were in no state to take it. Not then. And by the time you healed-"
"No." Rikki finally had to look away. "No, Jean-Claude. Please."
"Please," he echoed. "Do not go to the sick place. Make an excuse."
"You know I can't do that."
His hand tightened. "Rikki-"
"Let go of me, Jean-Claude."
He did, holding up his hand, and glanced away; first at the slick metal deck, and then the swirling waters. "I hear rumors coming out of Zaire. More and more stories every day. The new government has changed the name of its country, but the people are still the same." He gave her a hard look. "The UN will not be able to protect you."
"I've got bigger worries than the rebels."
Jean-Claude shook his head. "I was not speaking of the rebels."
Around them a shout went up, accompanied by a ringing bell and a rough announcement that the ferry would be leaving at any moment. Goats bleated; a baby squalled; somewhere nearby, a woman crooned. A breeze licked the sweat from Rikki's face, but she could not savor it. Jean-Claude backed away, holding his rifle against his chest.
Rikki swayed after him. "Spit it out. You have something to say."
"No." He stopped, wetting his lips, holding himself stiff. He looked uneasy, and the fleeting smile that appeared on his face was pained, sickly. Not him. Not like the man who had once saved her life. "Next time you come around, we wrestle again, eh?"
"Be careful," he whispered-and turned, practically at a run, driving himself hard through the crowd, slipping around carts and stacked bushels of grain. Rikki pushed away from the rail, calling his name, but he never looked back. She lost him in moments.
The bell kept ringing; a black cloud of smoke coughed from the stern, burning Rikki's nostrils. The ferry heaved, shuddering, and a low groan filled the air, followed by the chugging hack of the engines as the ferry finally pushed from shore. On her way. No turning back. She tried not to think of Jean-Claude's words. Or that look in his eye. No telling what to make of his warning, either, which was ... really crappy.
He was scared for you. Be grateful someone cares enough to be scared.
Hell, she was scared. All the time. She just hid it better than most people. Rikki preferred being a hard-ass to having no ass at all. She thought her father would approve.
But here, now, there was nothing that could be helped, nothing to do but take a little care. Same as always. Rikki focused on her breathing. Watched the river and the people around her. Staying present, in the moment-savoring, while she could, the kind of solitude only a crowd could offer. Peace, among strangers. No demands, no ties. No shoulders but her own to lean on. Which was all she could trust to keep and hold. Lesson learned, hammered home. More times than she wanted to think about.
Friend to everyone. And friend to none.
A nearby man held a full-length mirror in his arms. It had been wrapped in cloth at some point, but pieces of fabric were slipping free. Rikki caught a glimpse of herself. Short brown hair, sharp brown eyes, a small face red with heat and slick with sweat. No make-up, but with lashes black as soot; a full pink mouth and cheekbones high and round. Natural born, her father had always said. Just like her mother.
Rikki felt like she was looking at a stranger. Tore her gaze away fast.
The ferry ride lasted only thirty minutes. No one approached her, though she heard the occasional murmur of "le blanc" behind her back. Made sense. She was the only pale face on the ferry, and they were headed for Ngobila Beach. The Gauntlet. Hell Ground. No one went to the Beach unless they had to, and she would be an easy target for the soldiers. Good thing she liked trouble. Good thing those men knew it, too.
Up close, Kinshasa boomed with twisted shacks and spires, smoke that curled through the haze of humid air. Somewhere out of sight, dogs barked. Behind her, voices got louder; a buzz of excitement, fear. Rikki steadied herself.
Ngobila Beach held no surprises. Crazy, business as usual. It took a while for the ferry to dock, and she used the time waiting to study the crowd below, the forefront of which consisted mainly of screaming soldiers in green uniforms, and beggars missing limbs. Rikki watched one young woman utterly without legs drag her torso across the rocks, her hands wrapped in colorful rags. She had a bag slung over her shoulders, the canvas bulging with sharp-edged objects. The maimed woman glanced up at the ferry and zeroed in on Rikki. Stared into her eyes with a hollow intensity that was hard to shake off. But not impossible. Rikki had seen worse. She would be swimming in it by the end of the day.
People began pushing each other down the ferry ramp to shore. Rikki let herself be carried by the surge, pressed tight on all sides by tall strong men carrying grain sacks on their heads-men who flashed her friendly smiles when they saw her looking. They tried to make room; Rikki was almost half the size of everyone around her, and being short in such a crowd felt like moving in a furnace, a stifling pocket of trapped air that smelled like sweat and excitement and fear. Close to being trampled; closer still to suffocation.
Congolese soldiers waited at the bottom of the ramp. Black berets and green fatigues; handguns and rifles and AK-47s brandished like charms. One of the security officers stepped forward and grabbed Rikki's arm. His breath smelled like beer and his teeth were white. Sweat rolled down his face. Rikki slid her hand into the top pocket of her cargo pants.
"Bonjour, Simon." Rikki smiled and slipped a fifty-dollar bill into his hand. The officer's eyes crinkled and he palmed the cash to his chest, slipping it inside his shirt where no one could see it. He slung his other arm around her shoulders and gestured to the men with him, who began clearing a path through the crowd, much as the other soldiers had done for her at the Brazzaville dock.
He led her past the immigration office-a place that Rikki had learned, some years back, could be avoided in its entirety with one phone call and a well-placed bribe. Corrupt, yes; immoral, maybe. Rikki had taught herself not to care. Passports had a way of getting lost in that place; same with people. And she was always on a deadline.
"You have a guest waiting for you," Simon said, as they passed through open iron gates into a quiet area free of the crowd. "He is a very frustrated man."
"Most men are," Rikki replied, and Simon laughed out loud. He was still laughing when they turned a corner in the dusty yard and Colonel Bakker came into view. His pale blue beret stuck out like a piece of sky.
Simon stopped and said, "Au revoir, Docteur."
"Until next time?"
He patted his chest, winking. "It would be my pleasure."
Rikki smiled, fairly certain it reached her eyes, and turned to walk away fast, fingers mentally crossed. There was always a risk to the games she played at the borders. Simon could change his mind. Arrest her.
Rikki's neck prickled; she fought the urge to check and see if the officer still watched, and instead focused on Colonel Bakker, whose hard gaze was not on her, but a spot over her shoulder. He looked unhappy.
"Bastards wouldn't let me meet you at the ferry," he muttered, when she was close enough to hear him. "Got worried."
She glanced over her shoulder. Simon was gone. Bakker said, "You need to be more careful."
"I'm always careful," Rikki said, thinking of Jean-Claude's warning. "But I have different ways of protecting myself. You know that."
Bakker grunted, and she wondered if he, too, was remembering. Probably. Seemed to be a lot of that going around today. Two years was obviously not enough time for some memories to fade.
But the colonel did not look at her breasts, and his eyes were clear and without pity as he said, "Don't know how you do it. Those soldiers won't give me the time of day, but to you ..." He stopped, frowning. "Must be a girl thing."
"Must be," she said dryly.
Bakker was a big man, broad through the chest, his fatigues drenched in sweat. Well into his fifties, his skin was too fair for the sun; his face and neck were red, peeling, his blue eyes bloodshot. He was rubbing them even as she held out her hand in official greeting, and he muttered, "Damn dust."
She retracted her hand, just slightly. "Not pinkeye, is it?"
He gave her a dirty look, made rather less menacing by the fact that he was still knuckling his eye socket like some ten-year-old on the verge of tears. "Smart-ass punk."
"Grumpy bear." Rikki grinned, and this time it was all her-no mask, no illusion. "You need a hug?"
Bakker glanced askance at the man waiting for them inside the jeep. "Try and I'll shoot you."
"Bet your wife loves that line."
"Why do you think we're getting a divorce?"
Rikki placed a finger over her heart and made a hissing sound. "Very nice, Colonel."
He grunted, pointed at the Jeep, and she obliged with a smile. Relaxed, for the first time in a week. Jean-Claude knew her better than Bakker, but Bakker reminded Rikki of her father, and there was something warm and gruff about his face and voice that she couldn't resist. Like having a shot of home.
The ride to the airfield took less than thirty minutes. They drove past twisted metal slums and palm trees. Bakker sat in the front passenger seat while one of his men drove. He mopped his sweaty face with the back of his hand and said, "Larry fill you in?"
Rikki closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat. The air-conditioning felt good. "He said the lines weren't safe. That Mack would do the talking when I got there."
Bakker made a small noncommittal sound. "What were you doing in Brazzaville?"
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Posted January 6, 2012
I just finished this book and all I can say is that if you don't read it you will miss out on such an amazing story. It has alot of twists and turns and just gets better and better as you read. Its a must on any readers list of great books to read.
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Posted May 18, 2011
CDC sends highly regarded virus hunter Dr. Rikki Kinn to the Congo to investigate an alleged outbreak of the plague. However, mercenaries attack the convoy she is traveling with in attempt to kill her and prevent her from learning how lethal their new strand is. Roland of Steele & Dirk sends cheetah-shapeshifter Amiri and Eddie from San Francisco top Zaire to protect Rikki they save her life.
Amiri has not returned to his home continent since the Consortium abducted and experimented on him. He has only come back to Africa where he used to run like the wind because his brothers in arms Dirk & Steele asked him to keep Rikki safe. He believes that the Consortium is behind the plague and the efforts to kill the virus hunter. As he tries to keep her safe and she tries to learn all she can about the new strain to keep the world safe from a pandemic, they fall in love, but he trusts his heart with no one ever since the Consortium ripped out his soul.
This reprint of a super 2008 Dirk & Steele romantic suspense thriller is action-packed from the onset and never slows down until the climax. Yet with non-stop African adventures in which their lives are in jeopardy and countless others if they fail, the tale belongs to the lead couple as both have reasons not to trust anyone. Readers will relish Marjorie M. Liu's excellent Dirk & Steele saga.
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Posted January 23, 2008
This is the 7th in the Dirk & Steel series. Rikki finds it very hard to trust and get close to people since something horrible happened to her and Amiri is afraid of hurting anyone that gets to close to him. It makes for allot of great interaction between the characters. The majority of the story takes place in the jungles of Africa. Marjorie does a beautiful job of describing it and the action so you feel like your right there with them. This 7th book of the Dirk & Steel agency packs a punch...especially seeing one old enemy/friend 'you decide' again. Check out the full pictures of her Dirk & Steel cover art on her site...it is worth the price of admission!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 24, 2008
In this, the latest installment in Liu's Dirk and Steele Series, we are reunited with Amiri, the cheetah shapeshifter we first met in Shadow Touch. It has been two years since he escaped the Consortium with the help of Elena, Artur and Rictor. Now working for Dirk and Steele, he is called upon to play bodyguard to a doctor currently in Africa. Dr. Rikki Kinn is one of the world's foremost virus chasers and she is currently attempting to discover the cause of a particularly lethal outbreak in the heart of Africa. Soon after arriving to protect Rikki, the camp is attacked and they run into the jungle to escape. What follows is a heart pounding adventure, full of intrigue and visits by characters from previous books. Once again, Liu demonstrates her ability to transport her reader into the scene she writes. Her opening chapter is chilling. Liu doesn't provide us with a romanticized Africa, content to ignore the very real problems occurring on that continent. Instead, she embraces the dangers, bringing them to the characters, even as she continues to unveil the deadly plot of the Consortium. The Last Twilight is a fine addition to the Dirk and Steele series, showing once again that Liu has yet to lose her touch in creating memorable characters and interesting plot lines.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 21, 2007
Dr Rikki Kinn is a CDC doctor specializing in viruses. She is sent to the jungles on the Congo to investigate an outbreak of Ebola. Amiri, Eddie, and Max are sent to protect her when her life is threatened once too often. Friends old and new help to save their lives and the day. And just what is the Consortium up to in Africa? This is the next book in the continuing saga of the Dirk & Steele Detective Agency. This is the cheetah shifter Amiri¿s story. This is a fast paced book that makes you fall in love with the main characters and rejoice in return visits from previous characters. Liu continues to develop the secondary characters so the reader is eager to see them on the page. An old foe is defeated, some old questions are answered, and new problems are pondered.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 23, 2007
The Last Twilight, the latest book in the Dirk and Steele series is almost impossible to put down once you start. Dr Rikki Kinn is a virus hunter in Africa for the CDC when an Ebola like virus breaks out. Amiri, a shapeshifter is sent from Dirk and Steele to protect her. She definately needs protection,it seems that everyone in the Congo who is evil and corrupt has her picture and is searching for her. The characters are multilayered and make you really care what happens to them. This one is definately a keeperWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 31, 2008
The Last Twilight is a great addition to Ms Liu's Dirk & Steele series. It takes place in Africa and that's a place few books I've read are set. It really works for this book and the characters are very believable in this world. This book would stand alone, but if you've read the previous books in the series, you'll be glad you did because the whole series of books is good.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 14, 2008
I am fortunate to get the ARCs for Marjorie Liu's books. This latest one 'The Last Twilight' is another Dirk and Steel. It is called a Dirk and Steele Romance but while there is definitely romance, it really is a non-stop adventure. This is the story of Amiri, the shape-shifting cheetah, who is sent back to Africa to help protect Dr. Rikki Kinn, a virus hunter. The tension between Rikki and Amiri is constant. Both have reasons for not getting involved. The plot keeps them together and moves them right along. I found this to be a fast read simply because the book moved so fast. It was hard to put down. I have enjoyed all of the Dirk and Steele books but this one is great. I heartily recommend it. If you like fast moving adventure with some romance thrown in you will like this.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 4, 2008
The 7th book in the Dirk and Steele series is the best yet, I keep saying that and then she writes another one. I was happy to learn more about Amiri's life before joining Dirk and Steele and sorry to see that the Broker is still around 'not that it was much of a surprise'. While searching the Congo jungles for a cure to a deadly virus Dr. Rikki and Amiri have to learn to trust each other while staying ahead of the various and sundry bad-guys. I stayed up half the night to get to the end. These people seem so real that you just can't leave them hanging until tomorrow!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 9, 2008
CDC sends highly regarded virus hunter Dr. Rikki Kinn to the Congo to investigate an alleged outbreak of the plague. However, mercenaries attack the convoy she is traveling with in attempt to kill her and prevent her from learning how lethal their new strand is. Roland of Steele & Dirk sends cheetah-shapeshifter Amiri and Eddie from San Francisco top Zaire to protect Rikki they save her life.----------- Amiri has not returned to his home continent since the Consortium abducted and experimented on him. He has only come back to Africa where he used to run like the wind because his brothers in arms Dirk & Steele asked him to keep Rikki safe. He believes that the Consortium is behind the plague and the efforts to kill the virus hunter. As he tries to keep her safe and she tries to learn all she can about the new strain to keep the world safe from a pandemic, they fall in love, but he trusts his heart with no one ever since the Consortium ripped out his soul.------------ The Dirk & Steele series seems to get better with each romantic suspense thriller which is amazing when fans consider how strong the opening act is. This seventh book is action-packed from the onset and never slows down until the climax. Yet with non-stop African adventures in which their lives are in jeopardy and countless others if they fail, the tale belongs to the lead couple as both have reasons not to trust anyone. Readers will relish Marjorie M. Liu¿s excellent Dirk & Steele saga.--------- Harriet KlausnerWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 12, 2008
Marjorie M. Liu has done it again. In her latest Dirk and Steele novel, we finaly meet Amiri's love interest. Rikki Kinn, virus hunter has taken on a mission that could mean life and death for millions. What she didn't expect was that there are people out there who don't want her to find the cure. After preventing her own kiddnapping, her boss call's in a favor. With the help of Amiri and Eddie, Rikki finds out more about the virus then she ever thought was possible. Of course it wouldn't be a fantastic story if we didn't get a visit from our past favorites and Marjorie yet again proves that her stories are differect than others with her two major characters being an interracial couple. I know I keep saying this but her books just keep gettnig better and better.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 9, 2008
I justed finish my advanced copy of another 'Dirk & Steele-men book #8..But this is Amire Story,Amiri's home where he was raised to race as a cheetah,to wake with the sun.It is also a land of lingering nightmare,where he was kidnapped and experimented upon by the evil group named the consortium.Now against his better judgement Amiri has been asked to return to his homeland by his colleagues in 'Dirk & Steele-men who are friends and brothers who like himself are more than humans.This time he must protect a woman who is the target of murderers,who has unwittingly involved herself in a conflict that threatens not only the lives of millions,but also Amiri's own soul and of course his heart..I just couldn't put the book down,had to make myself to slow down on reading it so it will last.Marjorie M.Liu is one of my favorite writer's.Her books are very rich to read & IMO she's gotten better with each book.I recommended to all of you and see for yourselves that it's that good and hard to put down as well from start to finish...Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 23, 2007
Marjorie creates a poetically beautiful world, rich with color, love, heartbreak, hope, and despair. Although The Last Twilight can be read as a stand alone, it is a wonderful adition to the Dirk and Steele series. Amiri, a proud yet aloof shapeshifter finds himself inexplicapably drawn to Doctor Rikki Kinn, a woman he's been sent to protect from the rebels who threaten her life. But it turns out Rikki is not wanted dead, for she holds a dangerous secret that could be used to kill millions worldwide. Indeed, it appears as though African tribes are already dying from the virus she's been studying. Caught between running to save her life, or standing to save the lives of countless others, Rikki and Amiri find secrets not imagined in the jungle's core. For more than one group persues Rikki, and it appears Amiri has become a target as well. Cut off from the outside world, they must learn to trust eachother, because there is no one else they can trust in this world of secrets and lies where a new betrayal is discovered every moment, and each one threatens their lives.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 30, 2007
This is the 7th installment of the Dirk & Steele series. When Dr. Rikki Kinn is sent to the Congo by the CDC to look into a new and deadly plague, she is attacked by mercenaries. Amiri is sent to help keep her safe. We get to know more about Amiri, Rictor,Eddie(from Shadow Touch) and what the Consortium is up to. This was a very good story with alot of adventure and romance. We learn about Amiri's life before he was caught by the Consortium. We find out somethings about Rictor. If you like the Dirk & Steele books, this one is a must read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 7, 2008
This book is a must buy for those who love a great paranormal romance. Marjorie M. Liu, has written another page turner. A unique love story set in another exotic locale, the main characters in this new Dirk and Steele novel show us once again, that true love is worth fighting for, even if it means making the ultimate sacrifice. The settings for her books are so richly detailed, she easily brings those far places in each of her books to life. Giving her readers the gift of travel, if only in our minds. Thank you so much for another great read. Linda P.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 24, 2007
Another winner from Ms. Liu. The Last Twilight, the 7th book in the Dirk & Steele series, centers around the developing relationship between, Amiri, a shapeshifting cheetah, and Dr. Rikki Kinn, a virus hunter for the CDC. While trying to locate the source of a virus that wiped out an entire village in Africa almost overnight, Rikki finds herself being hunted by the Consortium. Its up to Amiri, with the help of Max, Eddie, and Rictor to keep her safe, and out of the hands of Broker. We learn more about Amiri's life before he began working for Dirk & Steele. And there are hints of things to come for Max, Eddie, and Rictor as well. Brief appearances are put in by Blue, Elena, and Artur. The book has a lot of action, fleeing the rebels looking to kidnap Rikki. Help in saving her after Broker catches her comes from two unexpected sources. All in all, I really enjoyed the fast paced action of this book, and am anxiously waiting the next installment of this series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.