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Torrent (River of Time Series #3)

Torrent (River of Time Series #3)

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by Lisa T. Bergren

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“Hold tight,” I said. “No matter what happens, do not let us go.”
“We won’t,” my dad said.
“Never,” Mom added.
And with a look at Lia, we laid our hands upon the prints.
Gabriella and Evangelia Betarrini are just two normal American teenagers. Normal except for


“Hold tight,” I said. “No matter what happens, do not let us go.”
“We won’t,” my dad said.
“Never,” Mom added.
And with a look at Lia, we laid our hands upon the prints.
Gabriella and Evangelia Betarrini are just two normal American teenagers. Normal except for the fact that they time travel to fourteenth-century Italy, where they’ve lived in castles they’ve seen as crumbling ruins, become swept up in historic battles, and fallen in love with handsome knights willing to do anything to keep them alive.
            They’ve returned to the present to save their father, just short of his tragic death, and now all four return to the place that holds the girls’ hearts, medieval Italy. But remaining there means facing great risk as the battle for territory wages on and the coming Black Plague looms. Can they convince their parents to stay and leave behind everything they’ve worked so hard to accomplish? And will the girls sacrifice their futures in an uncertain past? Or in facing death head-on, will they discover life as it was always meant to be lived?

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Cook, David C
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River of Time Series, #3
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5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.20(d)
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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By Lisa Bergren

David C. Cook

Copyright © 2011 Lisa Bergren
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4347-6429-4

Chapter One

We'd shaken the dust from the gowns the guys had left the three of us and slipped on our "medieval disguises," as I called them, but there wasn't a whole lot we could do for Dad.

"Yeah, that's not gonna work out so great," Lia said, staring up at Dad's T-shirt.

I looked him over, still not quite believing he was with us, alive. We'd buried him, laid flowers on his grave, and mourned him for seven—no, eight months now—and yet here he was, hands on hips, ready to take the lead in our family again. Like we'd never been gone. Which, for him, we hadn't been.

From his perspective, we'd grown up by a couple of years while he was at an afternoon's dig.

Such was the nature of time travel.

His brown eyes flicked from me to Lia and back again, like he couldn't quite believe his eyes either. In our luxurious gowns we looked more like women than teens, which had to be freaking him out all the more. He turned toward the walls of the Etruscan tomb.

"Adri, this is amazing," he said, reaching for the flashlight in his back pocket and taking in the frescoes, inch by inch.

He'd always been that way. Preferring archeology you could slice and dice, control, over teens who were so ... unpredictable.

Mom wrapped her arms around him and leaned her cheek against his back, closing her eyes. "Yes, it is."

I held my breath and felt Lia still beside me, both of us staring at them. Mom and Dad. Together again. I swallowed hard around a lump in my throat and felt my eyes and nose begin to run.

He grinned over his shoulder at Mom. "What's gotten into you, Adri?" He caught sight of us. We probably looked like we were seeing a ghost again. Literally. "Girls?"

I couldn't bear to keep looking at him. Not if I was supposed to keep it together.

"I'll tell you. Soon, Ben," Mom said. "After we're out of here." She hadn't quite figured out a way to tell him that we'd gone back in time to rescue him, before he was killed in an accident. Way before the accident. It would be hard enough to get him to believe we were time travelers, that he wasn't living some sort of wild dream.

She leaned back and reluctantly let him go. "But first, we need to figure out what you can wear. Because Lia's right—that isn't gonna work." She looked him up and down. He was in his archeologist's uniform—a battered, old "I Left My Heart in Roma Antica" T-shirt, khaki cargo pants, and work boots. So handsome, with his broad shoulders and wavy hair—which I'd inherited, along with the big brown eyes and long lashes. My dad. Here. With us. I sniffed and swallowed hard, past the lump in my throat, trying to get my brain in gear. There were things to do, urgent things, if we were to keep him safe. And after losing him once, I wanted to do all I could not to lose him again.

"The boots might be okay," I said, assessing. "We could tell them they're Norman. As long as they don't look too closely."

"At least he isn't wearing sneakers," Lia said. She was crawling toward the entrance of the tomb, her bow hitched over her shoulder.

"You'll have to stash that flashlight, too," I said, following Lia. "That would totally freak them out." I reached down and picked up my broadsword, sliding it into the sheath on my back, then strapped onto my calf a leather dagger sheath, a seven-inch blade already in it.

"Adri," Dad said blankly, "our children are arming themselves."

"Trust me, it's a good thing," Mom said, picking up her staff.

"You're kidding, right? And what are you doing with that?"

I didn't wait for Mom's answer. I crawled after Lia to the tomb's entrance. It reminded me of an igloo, in a way, something Mom said she'd never quite seen in Etruscan tumuli architecture before. I tried to peek beyond Lia, see what season we'd landed in. How much time had passed? Did Marcello leave us our gowns three days ... or three years ago?

Lia reached the end and peered outside, first in one direction, then the other.

"Go, Lia," I growled, feeling as if I might burst from the anticipation. It was like landing at some exotic airport and being in the very back of a packed jumbo jet, unable to get out. I well remembered the last time we'd arrived in Marcello's Toscana, how we'd run across them on the road to the castello, how he'd taken me in his arms and held me like he never wanted to let go ...

"Lia, go!" I said.

She whipped backward and almost bumped her head into mine. "Hold on," she whispered, staring at me with wild eyes. "Enemy soldiers, nine o'clock."

I leaned my back against the side wall, sitting next to her, and glanced back at Mom and Dad, coming our way. I lifted a finger to my lips and then closed my eyes, listening to the men draw nearer outside. They were talking, laughing, clearly not on alert.

Lia eased her bow from her shoulder and slowly drew an arrow from the quiver at her back. There was little room for her to aim, but if we were discovered, it would at least buy us time. I slipped the dagger from my calf strap, rehearsing a likely scenario. She'd shoot the first man and come running out of the tomb, hopefully screaming, counting on surprise to work on our behalf. I'd follow behind and, with luck, cut down the second. I didn't know if there were more, but that'd at least get us outside, give us a chance at making the tree line.

Which was kinda important. Because if we didn't escape the tomb right away, and the men called for reinforcements, it might very well become our own grave. Who were they? Paratore men? Fiorentini? What had happened?

My eyes settled on the limestone wall across from me, and for the first time, I saw more frescoes. Winged figures. In a row. They caught my attention because Mom always liked finding "Etruscan angels." I patted her hand and nodded at them. I'd just noticed that interspersed among them were other figures—a Roman legionnaire, with his distinctive fringed helmet, and a Greek ruler, crowned with green laurel leaves, and what looked like a peasant—when I felt Lia tense beside me.

I could hear them more clearly now. Two of them, laughing and talking. Relaxed. Like they'd been on guard duty too long.

Enemy soldiers here in disputed territory, and in such a relaxed state, meant one of two things: either Castello Paratore or Castello Forelli was still in the wrong hands. Or both were.

I prayed that it was just Castello Paratore. That Marcello was nearby, not miles away in Siena or beyond. When we'd left, our guys had been about to retake this land again. But who knew how much time had gone by since then, what had transpired, how many battles had taken place ...

Marcello, Marcello ... please be alive.

I prayed that we wouldn't have to try and go back in time to save him as we had my dad. That he'd simply be here, waiting for me, opening his arms to me, kissing my cheeks and—

Lia sucked in her breath, and with one glance, I could see that they'd spotted her. They were moving from shock to suspicion, reaching for their swords, turning to call out—

She rolled out of the passageway—leaving me room to move at the same time—and shot the first man. I sent my dagger flying, but the second man saw it coming and ducked to the side. We both watched it sail past, as if it was moving in slow motion, handle over blade, until it stuck in the tree trunk five feet beyond him. He looked back to me and pulled his sword from his side scabbard, growling in fury.

Hurriedly I rolled outward too—easier than crawling in a gown—and pulled out my broadsword as I rose. Lia was aiming her arrow at the first of two other men now rushing in our direction. Above them I could see the crimson flag flying from the parapets of Castello Paratore and knew immediately that my nemesis again resided there. Cosmo Paratore. I swallowed bile at the thought of seeing him, remembering well the murderous rage in his green eyes.

But I had more pressing issues than Paratore. The knight approached me, studying my face as if I were a cobra, never looking away from me. He was about Marcello's size, far bigger than I, and he eased a massive sword in a figure eight at his side, as if warming up. "Could it be?" he asked. "The Ladies Betarrini have returned?"

I ignored his question, knowing he was only trying to distract me with banter. I had to be ready for his first strike, and thought through how he might lunge or turn and pull the full weight of that sword down toward my shoulder.

"Gabriella, look out!" Dad cried in English behind me.

I turned just in time and sucked in my breath. The arrow came so close to my belly that I felt the feathers brush the thick embroidered thread of my gown. Then I heard the grunt of my adversary as it plunged into his gut. His sword tipped, nearly out of his hand, and dipped into the ground between us. He stared down at the shaft of the arrow, which had pierced his chainmail.

I looked back to see another arrow flying in my direction, and I ducked and rolled, army crawling as best I could toward a boulder that would give me some sort of protection. I surveyed our battlefield, wondering just how bad our situation was. Lia had turned her attention to the sniper above us, and Mom turned to face the two men who attacked them, slowly turning her staff in her hand. Dad had picked up the dead knight's sword but looked around at us like we were in the middle of some sort of terrible dream.

"Dad!" I screamed, seeing a knight almost upon him. "At the ready!" It was the command he'd used a thousand times with me, training me to fence with a far lighter blade. Instantly he assumed the position, but I could tell he wasn't mentally prepared. I remembered the first time I'd met the strike of one of these heavy medieval swords—how the force of it had so surprised me, how it had reverberated in a teeth-crunching, breath-stealing echo down my arm to my very spine.

Dad had just braced his back leg and brought up his sword when his attacker reached him. He narrowly blocked the second strike, moving as if he were still in his dream world. I shook my head. It would be seconds before the knight got the upper hand and cut him down.

"No way," I muttered, pushing to my feet and running toward him. "I'm not losing him again." I screamed a battle cry, hoping to distract the knight, but he was focused on my dad, driving him backward, one step at a time. With each clang of the swords, I could see he was getting closer to Dad's neck.

I drove toward his attacker, holding my sword with both hands like a battering ram, ignoring two arrows that sang by me. But the Paratore knight caught sight of me coming and flung himself back from my father at the last second. He brought up his sword, nicking my arm. I cried out, feeling the warmth of blood as it flowed down my skin, beneath the wide sleeves of the gown.

My cry seemed to wake Dad from his stupor, and he lunged at the knight, driving him backward this time. Mom was there, then, clubbing the man from behind with her staff, sending him to his side and his sword skittering away. She reminded me again of some sort of freakin' Viking queen, with her staff at an angle, her blonde braid swinging, her legs askew, braced.

When the knight groaned and then rolled, reaching for a dagger at his waist, Mom clubbed him again, knocking him out cold.

Yeah, that's my mom, I thought in wonder and admiration.

Dad was looking from her to the unconscious knight, in shock again.

"Stay with us, Dad," I said, touching his arm. "These guys play for keeps."

"I see that," he muttered.

Lia sent another arrow flying through the brush above us.

"Did you get him?" I asked, searching the trees and bushes for the sniper again.

She shook her head. "I don't think so." She glanced toward me. "He might be headin' home."

My eyes moved to Castello Paratore and the hated crimson flag rolling in the cold breeze. For the moment no other guards seemed aware we were here. We'd taken down six of them. Probably the patrol assigned to keep watch over this hill. "We gotta get outta here," I said.

"Agreed," Lia said, rising.

Mom was already pulling the chainmail off of the tallest knight. I knew what she was after. His clothes for Dad.

"Whoa. Mom," Lia said, eyebrows raised.

"Hush now and help me," Mom said, clearly in no mood for teasing. Lia bent to pull off his boots. Dad stood aside, still staring at us like he couldn't believe this was all real.

"Adri?" he muttered.

"Help me lift him, Benedetto," she said. "You need his shirt and trousers as well."

"Are we truly in such a state that we need to rob a poor dead fellow of his clothes?"

It had taken us a few days of being here to understand, to comprehend that we weren't in some ongoing nightmare. Why would he be any different? Again I caught myself way too entranced in watching Dad move, speak, think things through. We were on dangerous ground. If I didn't keep it together, we might all soon be dead. More of our enemies might show up any sec.

Hunched over, I moved toward the last of the tumuli—the mounded, round roofs of the Etruscan graves—and cautiously peered around a giant old oak. I could see the guards on the walls of Castello Paratore, her gates firmly closed. They seemed relaxed, not yet alerted to our arrival or the sounds of our battle. But then my eyes went to the hill above me, and I worried that the sniper was making his way to the castle right now, about to shout out his alarm.

We had a few minutes, at least. I hurried back, for the first time recognizing that it was winter. The trees and brush were barren. The question was, what winter? The winter following the autumn I left, making it now 1344? Or another year entirely? It was late afternoon; we'd soon be swallowed by the dark. It could be cold and wet in these high hills of Toscana. Higher up, farther east, it was even known to snow on occasion.

I hurried over to my family and the unconscious, bleeding knight, now in nothing but his filthy leggings, the medieval version of long johns. "Let's go," I urged. "Dad can change when we're someplace safe."

"And where is that?" Dad muttered, grasping his bundle of stolen clothing more firmly.

"I'm hoping ahead, outside the next castle." I reached down and picked up the fallen knight's dagger. I'd already taken the pearl-handled dagger out of the tree trunk and resheathed it in my calf strap. "Here," I said, handing it to Dad. "It's good to have a backup."

He took it from me, staring into my eyes as if I were some foreigner speaking a language he didn't know. As if the medieval Italian wasn't enough ... his daughter was speaking a warrior dialect.

"Come on, Ben, trust us," Mom said, taking his hand. She held the staff on her opposite shoulder. I moved in front to take the lead. Lia dropped back to keep an eye on our rear flank.

"When did you learn to wield that, Adri?" Dad asked, after a few minutes of walking.

"The last time we were here."

"And why don't I remember that?"

"You weren't with us," Mom hedged.

"You've never been interested in sparring before. I thought you were a pacifist," Dad said to her.

"I was. Until my daughters were fighting for their lives."

He didn't respond to that; perhaps he was considering what he'd just witnessed. We entered the woods to the south, those once claimed as Forelli territory. Was it back in the hands of the Sienese? I shivered and rubbed my arms, feeling the chill of the late afternoon as we slipped beneath the shadows of the forest.

We paused near where Marcello had allowed me to change into a gown the first time I arrived. I remembered the way his eyes had crinkled up at the corner in a mass of laugh lines when I emerged wearing it backward. I remembered the feel of his hands, calm and efficient, as he helped me button it up the back. I remembered his expression, so warm and intrigued ...

Trust me when I say I'd never captured a guy's attention from the start.

And no guy had ever so captured me.

Dad emerged, wearing his new clothes, wrinkling up his nose. "Do these guys ever shower?"

"Not as often as we'd like," Mom said with a smile. She reached up and straightened his collar. "You might not smell so great, but you look hot."

"Ewww, Mom," Lia said. "We're right here."

"Cut me some slack," Mom said under her breath to us so Dad couldn't hear. "I've been without him for a while."

"I know, I know," Lia said, groaning.

I smiled and pushed forward. I'd only been away from Marcello for what—a half a day?—but I thought I knew a little of what she felt. I couldn't wait to be reunited with Marcello. To have him beside me, taking my hand in his, meeting my dad ...


Excerpted from Torrent by Lisa Bergren Copyright © 2011 by Lisa Bergren. Excerpted by permission of David C. Cook. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Meet the Author

Lisa T. Bergren is the best-selling, award-winning author of more than thirty books that have sold 1.5+ million copies. A former publishing executive, she now splits her time writing, editing, and dreaming of her next trip to Italy while parenting her three children with her husband, Tim. They live in Colorado Springs, Colorado.

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Torrent 4.7 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 140 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It wraps up the story that has unfolded over the last three books beautifully, and there was nothing bad about this book, other than the fact it ended! I simply cannot wait for the alleged 'Bourne' novella and final(?) book 'Tributaries'. Then again, maybe it's simply rumours...Still. The River of Time series is a must-read foe any romantic!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is the ultimate ending for the river of time series! The relationship between Gabi and Marcello is the best! You fall in love with this book right away and you can't put it down. There are so many unexpected twists and turns that just make the book even better. Overall a very amazing read!
-Melanie- More than 1 year ago
'Torrent' the third (and final) book in 'The River of Time' series and the fourth book that I've read by Lisa T. Bergren. 'Torrent' picks up right where 'Cascade' left off. After traveling through time to save their dad - Gabi, Lia, Adri (their mom), and Ben (their dad), travel back in time to 14th Century Italy. Even though there is the threat of the 'Black Plague' arriving, getting killed, and/or tortured, Gabi and Lia still want to return and remain in Medieval Italy for as long as possible. They will have to deal with wars (again), imprisonment (again), kidnapping, and forced marriage. I loved this book! The story was so addicting and I finished 'Torrent' in under 2 days! There was alot of action, romance, and a ton of suspense! I liked many of the characters including: Gabi, Lia, Marcello, Luca, Ben, and Adri - to name some of them. As I said 'Torrent' is very addicting and I don't think there was a "good" place to stop reading because I wanted to continue on and see where the story was going to continue. If you decide to read 'Torrent' be prepared to stay up late reading?! I REALLY hope that Lisa Bergren will write more books in the future with these characters (I don't want to say goodbye to them yet...) and if she does, I definitely plan on reading them! I highly recommend the entire 'River of Time' series ('Waterfall', 'Cascade', and 'Torrent'). ?Many thanks to David C. Cook for providing me a complimentary copy for my review and Lisa T. Bergren for sending me a Galley Copy.?
MarB1 More than 1 year ago
After saving their dad in the 21st century - Gabi, Lia and their parents travel back to the 14th century. More than a year has passed for Marcello. He is even more determined to marry Gabi. But before Gabi can make a decision, her whole family must agree to stay in the 14th century. And before a final decision can be made Gabi is put in prison and Firenze tries to force her in marriage with one of their citizens. Gabi tries to escape, but get captured again and now is lead to the altar immediately. Can Gabi escape this forced marriage? Can she get back to Marcello before she is bound to another man? Will Gabi's family decide to stay in the 14th century? I really loved this book. It is the perfect ending of an exciting trilogy. Rarely I have read a trilogy that captivated me so fully. The story drew me deep in. I loved the characters, the adventure, the romance, the setting. Well, I just loved everything about it. I loved reading about Gabi's growing faith in God. She is trusting Him more and more. I was a tiny bit disappointed that there wasn't much Lia and Luca time. So I really do hope to read more about these characters - maybe in a new series? This series was written for Young Adult, but as an adult I also loved it a lot! I'm sure I will read this series again to enjoy Lisa's excellent storytelling. I highly recommend this series for all ages.
kwieman More than 1 year ago
I loved the detail in this book - and in the series. I've always enjoyed time travel stories and this was a great one.
BookLabyrinth More than 1 year ago
How much love do I have for this book? So, so much. The first note I made after reading the book is "loveeeee <3". So yah, that might tell you a little bit about what I thought of 'Torrent'. I just adore the characters in these novels so much. I couldn't help but race through 'Torrent' to find out what was going to happen next, but I want to delve right back into it from the beginning and experience it all over again. Seriously, it's making me sad that my journey with these characters is over. There are so many epic aspects to these novels that it's hard to pick a favourite, but I probably adore the romance the most. The love between Gabi and Marcello is so deep and true. It's not often that I read about the kind of connection they have. Marcello is so kind and he adores Gabi so much, he'll do anything for her. And Gabi's love for Marcello? Well, let's examine the sacrifice she wants to make for him: is willing to give up modern life and stay in a dangerous time period because she loves Marcello so much. Real and deep love? Yes, I think so. Another awesome part of 'Torrent' (and the previously books) is the theme of family. These characters are truly willing to sacrifice for each other. They love each each other so much, and they always consider their family members when making decisions. They protect each other. And then there's the action. Lisa T. Bergren absolutely knows how to write an action packed book. There is never a dull moment, that's for sure! But even when there are quieter moments in the plot the writing is always exciting. 'Torrent' is the perfect conclusion to the 'River of Time' series. It ties things up well enough, but it's not neat and packaged with a bow either. It feels more like real life to have an ending like that. Basically? This book and this series are so lovely. The characters are amazing and the books are full of adventure and romance. I would definitely label them as 'must-reads'.
harstan More than 1 year ago
For years teenagers Gabriella and Evangelia Betarrini accompanied their parents on archeological digs. However recently the pair has seen the ruins in their original state as they have traveled back on the River of Time to a few years ago in which they saved their father's life (see Waterfall) and to 1332 Siena, Italy (see Cascade). Gabi loves Lord Marcello Forelli and Lia loves Captain Luca Palmucci. As such the Betarrini family of four returns to 1333 Siena in which the war continues even with Rossi exposed as a traitor and Marcello now a member of the Nine. The family from the future also knows the plague is coming soon to Siena and the rest of the Italian Peninsular. If they find their men alive, Lia and Gabi have decisions to make about their future; if not they consider going back a year to intervene. The final tale in the entertaining young adult River of Time allegory is a superb entry as decision time is upon the teens. The story line is cleverly anchored in the past with little things like when dad tries to understand how and when his pacifist wife became a warrior and his first awkward meeting with Marcello. There are also big events from the annals of history as well. The cast is strong especially the three prime couples and Father Tomas as Lisa T. Bergren provides a suspenseful taut thriller in which she makes a case that time flows like a river gently soothing even when turning into a Cascade or a Waterfall, but that same mild flow can become violent when it turns into a raging Torrent. Harriet Klausner
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WhatsBeyondForks More than 1 year ago
Full Review at: What's Beyond Forks? Like the previous two books, there was lots of action and adventure. There is seriously never a dull moment. I love watching how far along Gabi and Lia have come. They have truly embraced life in this time period and had major character growth when you compare them in this book to the first book. I never thought I'd say this, but Marcello has some competition this time around. What?? It's true. I still have a lingering question from book two that carried over though. Remember the big thing they went back in time to change in the last book? Did that not change their future at all?? Did their past selves not get a little..umm.. confused(I'm not sure if that's the right word, but it's the only thing that comes too mind)? If you haven't read the last book yet, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. Sorry about that. Actually, no, I'm not sorry. You need to go read these books. *wink* As a side note.. I don't know if I'm totally Team Greco yet, but it wouldn't take much, He definitely grew on me unexpectedly.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Do NOT read this reveiw unless you have already read the book. I cannot beleive Forino died!is anyone else as upset as i am? Otherwise a great book. Could have been written better though.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the series .
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OMG Gabby came back and was captured. Then Lord Greco almost mairried Gabby but she ran away and married Marcello. Marcello went to save Lord Greco and Father Tomas, and Gabby ran away to help, Lord Evil captured her and almost killed her dad. Marcello caught Gabby before she fell to her death and saved her. Then, ( the best part ) HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!!!!!!!!
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I found my new favorite author!!
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Bookworm007RH More than 1 year ago
WOW This book was just as good as the last two in the series! It was an exceptional read! I loved every page! I woud recommend this to ANYONE who loves time travel, romance, medeval battle, independant characters, chivalry, and Christian books! All in all, great and adventuresome book! I loved it!
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Jadn More than 1 year ago
The twist and turns in this book blew my mind.  Gabi's love for Marciello is tested to the deepest limits. In addition, Gabi has to deal with her dad meeting Marciello, a daunting experience regardless of which century you belong to. This third book captivated me and took me to the precipice. It was funny, serious, dangerous, adventurous, heartwarming, heart wrenching all simultaneously. Lisa Bergren masterfully wove this story together and made it feel real, which is not an easy task.  This was an audio book that I purchased and listened to, and the narration was great.  I would recommend this to anyone, and it is definitely family friendly. Loved it!
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