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Chelsea Adams hitched in a breath, her skin pebbling. She knew the dreaded sign all too well. God was pushing a vision into her consciousness.
Black dots crowded her sight. She dropped a plate, heard it crack against the porcelain sink. Her fingers fumbled for the faucet. The hiss of water ceased.
God, I don’t want this. ...
Chelsea Adams hitched in a breath, her skin pebbling. She knew the dreaded sign all too well. God was pushing a vision into her consciousness.
Black dots crowded her sight. She dropped a plate, heard it crack against the porcelain sink. Her fingers fumbled for the faucet. The hiss of water ceased.
God, I don’t want this. Please!
After witnessing a shooting at a convenience store, forensic artist Annie Kingston must draw a composite of the suspect. But before she can begin, she hears that Chelsea Adams wants to meet with her—now. Chelsea Adams—the woman who made national headlines with her visions of murder. And this vision is by far the most chilling.
Chelsea and Annie soon find themselves snared in a terrifying battle against time, greed, and a deadly opponent. If they tell the police, will their story be believed? With the web of lies thickening, and lives ultimately at stake, who will know enough to stop the evil?
I was driving my SUV away from the Redding Municipal Airport, my sister in the passenger seat. She aimed a heavy sigh out the window. "I miss my airplane already."
I shook my head. "Jenna, your precious airplane isn't parked that far away from the house. Small price to pay for a few weeks, wouldn't you say? Just think how much you'll like the longer runway at Grove Landing."
"We don't need a longer runway." She couldn't hide the pout in her voice. "It's our neighbors with their fancy twin engines who just had to have more space."
So that was it. I threw her a glance, a sage smile crooking my mouth.
"What?" Jenna's velvet brown eyes glowered at me.
I affected a shrug. "Nothing."
"Don't tell me nothing. I know that look on your face."
Wow, she was in a mood today. "You're just jealous of those neighbors. You want a bigger plane."
"I do not."
"Uh-huh." Private pilots are a strange breed, never satisfied. They always want the next electronics system, the latest turbocharged engine. Whatever's better and bigger. Especially bigger.
Jenna huffed and folded her arms. We drove in silence.
"What's with you anyway?" I turned north, headed for Foothill High School to pick up my daughter, Kelly, and her best friend, Erin. School would be letting out in about five minutes. "You've been out of sorts all morning."
Air seeped from Jenna's throat. "Yeah, well, I have a reason. I'm mad at Eric."
"Oh." Trouble in paradise. "What happened?"
"He was a jerk last night. When it comes right down to it, all men are jerks." She frowned and turned away.
At one time I would have agreed with her, but no more. Not since Dave and I had started dating-if you could call our painfully slow process that. At any rate, Dave Willit was not a jerk. My voice softened. "Tell me about it."
"We need milk."
Jenna pointed at a 7-Eleven ahead on the right. "Stop there so we can buy some milk. We're out."
My sister is seven years younger than I but bosses me like a nagging mother. The trait only worsens when she's upset. I've learned to roll with it. "Okay."
I slowed the SUV and turned into the small 7-Eleven parking lot, pulling up next to the walkway leading into the store. Three other cars filled spaces around us, two on our left, on the other side of the entrance walk, and one immediately to our right. Switching off the engine, I turned to Jenna. Her beautiful, heart-shaped face looked pinched. "First tell me what happened."
She focused ahead at the store. "We sort of argued."
"I gathered that. And?"
She turned to me, words spilling. "He went out with someone else! Which I suppose is his right, because we're not dating exclusively. But he lied to me about it, told me he wasn't seeing anyone but me. When I caught him in his little fib, he tried to squirm out of it by telling a bigger lie ..."
My peripheral vision caught frantic movement in the rearview mirror. I blinked, focused on it.
"... and I am so sick of men who can't tell the truth. You'd think for once ..."
Someone sprinted across the street toward the store. A young man. Caucasian. Shoulder-length blond hair.
"... I'm just not going to put up with it ..."
Wait. Another young man behind him, chasing.
With a gun.
My mouth opened but no sound came. I threw out my right hand, gripped Jenna's arm.
She stopped midsentence. "What-"
I whipped my head around. The first young man hit the curb, flew over it into the 7-Eleven parking lot. He raced toward our car, the second man barreling behind him.
"Get down!" I grabbed behind Jenna's neck, pulled her low across the console, and pressed on top of her. My eyes squeezed shut. Footsteps pounded past my window-
A body slammed into the door of the building. I raised my head a few inches, peeked through the windshield. The 7-Eleven door smacked open, the man streaking through it into the store. He veered left, aiming for the checkout counter. His pursuer thumped past us, hit the door as it was closing and flung it wide. The first man reached the counter and dove over it. The store clerk shouted, jumped out of the way. Somebody screamed. In seconds the pursuer rammed into the counter, flattened himself upon it. Up came the gun.
Bam. Bam, bam. Bam.
"What's happening?" Jenna squirmed under me. I held her down.
The shooter pushed off the counter, twisted toward the door. He'd have to run right by our car ... and this time he might notice us. I pressed my head back down, air pooling in my throat.
Jesus, protect us.
The door slammed open. My heart slammed with it.
God, please ...
Footsteps pounded toward our car ...
And past us.
A wail from inside the store rent the air.
I counted to ten.
Cautiously I raised my head, glanced through the rear window. The shooter was racing across the street toward an alley. Soon he would be out of sight.
The whole thing couldn't have taken more than sixty seconds.
Jenna heaved herself off the console, forcing me up. Strands of her thick auburn hair were stuck to her lips. "What happened? What happened? Where's my gun?"
My sister carries a two-inch barrel Chief Special in her purse, identical to the one in mine. But it was too late. Screams staccatoed from the store. A woman staggered outside, yelling, "Call the police!" Jenna and I shoved our doors open and jumped out. I reached the woman first, gripping both shoulders to steady her.
"Are you hurt?"
She shook her head, sobbing. "But a man in there, and a boy ..." She turned wide, shocked eyes toward the store.
Jenna ran back to the car, grabbed her purse and snatched out her cell phone. I eased the woman down on the curb, then rushed into the building.
A teenage girl stood near the checkout, knuckles pressed to her mouth. I hurried around the counter. A man knelt beside the young clerk, now sprawled upon the floor, his face white. Blood oozed from his right thigh. Beside him lay the crumpled body of the young man who'd been chased. That man's face was turned away from me, his hair matted red. The left side of his head had been blown away. Oh, dear God. Two bullets had plunged into his back. He wasn't moving.
The clerk moaned.
"Just stay still; we'll call for help." The kneeling customer reached into his pocket and withdrew a cell phone.
"My sister's already called." My words sounded hiccupped, ragged. I moved around the customer and clerk toward the still form. Bile rose in my throat. I leaned down to look at the face, trembling in fear of what I would see. Please, Lord, please-I sucked in a breath. Nearly gagged. One cheek and an eye were gone. Obliterated. I steadied myself, swallowed hard. Felt for a pulse in his neck. Nothing. Checked for breath. None.
Numbly I straightened.
"How are they?" Jenna's voice, firm, controlled, came from above me and across the counter. Both her handbag and mine hung over one arm, a cell phone at her ear. My fast-thinking sister. Even in the chaos, she'd thought about securing our purses-and the guns inside.
I shook my head. "This one's gone."
The teenage girl rattled out a wail. The woman who'd staggered outside appeared behind Jenna, face flushed. My sister spoke the news into her phone, then looked to the young clerk. "Second man down, white, maybe nineteen years old. He's been shot in the thigh. He's conscious." She paused. "Yeah, I'll stay on the line. How far away are they?" She looked to me. "Police car will be here in two minutes. Ambulance in five."
I nodded. "Did you tell them who we are?" Any dispatcher in Redding would know my name.
"Okay." I glanced at the young clerk's leg. "Jenna, can you find me something to place against that wound?" I moved over to kneel beside him, gently touching his shoulder. "Hey. What's your name?"
"T-Toby Brown." He groaned. "It hurts!"
His pain squeezed my throat. "I know. Help is going to be here real soon. You'll be okay."
"I'm Ken." The man on the other side of Toby patted his hand. "She's right, you'll be fine. And we'll get that guy who shot you, don't you worry."
"Did you get a look at him?" I asked.
Ken shook his head. "It happened so fast, and I was in the back of the store."
"Annie, here." Jenna held a roll of paper towels over the counter. "I don't see any kind of packaged cloths."
"These'll do." I took the roll, tore off a long strip, and folded the paper towels over on themselves. Carefully I pressed them against Toby's oozing wound. He winced and I bit my lip. "Sorry. Just don't want the bleeding to get too bad."
He managed a nod.
"Toby, did you see the man who shot you?"
One for our side. I hadn't seen the shooter at all. I'd been too busy focusing on the gun in his hand. How stupid. Of all people, I should have noticed his features.
Toby whimpered, started to shake.
"I think he's going into shock." I looked to Ken, who wore only a short-sleeved shirt. Then to the girl. Even in the hot weather, she had on a light jacket. "Can you give me your coat? We need to keep him warm."
Words and actions flowed in those suspended minutes while we waited for the police. I covered Toby with the jacket, Jenna reporting everything to the 911 dispatcher. The teenage girl told us her name was Christine, and the woman identified herself as Mary. Neither of them had seen the shooter's face either. We all avoided looking at the dead body mere feet away. In its silent stillness, it screamed at me. Somewhere out there a mother and father, brother, sister, friends, would soon mourn him. Who was he? Why had he been chased like that-in broad daylight-and killed? Anger at the senselessness of his death coagulated in my chest. The man who'd done this would be found. And I'd do everything I could to help.
Toby's face cinched with pain. Ken and I soothed him, my heart clutching. I tried to distract him, asking his age. "Eighteen," he managed, every breath careful, his chest shuddering. I pressed my eyes shut. My own son was seventeen.
"Are you in high school?" I rubbed his arm.
"Yeah." He shivered. "A senior at Central Valley High."
Oh, God, help him. Stephen's a senior too. What if this had happened to my son?
Ken surveyed me, a look of recognition smoothing his face. "Now I know who you are. Annie Kingston, right? The forensic artist."
I kept my focus on Toby, feeling the familiar self-consciousness. "Yeah, that's me."
Christine gasped. "Oh, wow. You're the one the Poison Killer-"
"Listen." I held up a hand, glad for a reason to cut her off. Sirens sounded in the distance.
Jenna trotted to the entrance. The sirens wailed louder, suddenly upon us. "They're here."
Police burst through the door, two paramedics not far behind. In moments the store turned into a scene of bustling uniforms, voices over radio, revolving red and blue lights. Jenna handed me my purse, and with the other witnesses we were herded out of the store. From the parking lot we all watched as officers strung up yellow crime-scene tape. Before long the paramedics emerged from the store with Toby on a stretcher, loaded him into their vehicle, and bore him to the hospital. The man who'd been pursued by the shooter was pronounced dead.
Even though I'd known, the official word pierced me. I grieved for the man and his family. And for the entire town. Only three months had passed since the Poison Killer was caught. Three months of calm in Redding, of newness in my own life. I was not ready to have that peace disturbed, and neither was our town. We had barely enjoyed enough time to heal from the evil of a serial murderer and all the national media that descended upon us when that case finally broke.
God, once again the people in Redding are going to need You.
My cell phone rang. I pulled it from my purse and saw Kelly's number displayed on the ID. Oh great. She and Erin would be wondering where we were. I didn't relish telling them what happened. The girls and Stephen were protective enough of me, after all I'd been through. With a meaningful glance at Jenna, I flipped open the phone.
"Mom, where are you?" my daughter demanded.
"Oh, we'll be there soon." Lightness forced itself into my tone. "I was just picking up Jenna after she flew the plane over to the Redding airport. Remember, she has to keep it there while they lengthen the runway at home?"
A sigh. "Okay, but will you hurry? Erin and I have lots of homework and we need to get started on it."
"Be there as soon as we can. Has Stephen already left for work?"
"Yeah. He had to be at the video store fifteen minutes after school let out."
Should I call and tell him what happened? I didn't want the news to filter to him from someone else.
"All right, Kelly. Just hang around with your friends, and we'll be there as soon as we can."
I hung up and slid the phone back into my purse. Jenna gave me an empathetic look. "You're going to have to tell them, you know."
I shook my head at the thought. Here we go again. More disaster. "Yeah. I think I'd better call Stephen at work while we're on the way to pick up the girls."
With the ambulance gone, officers Fred Sparks and Raymond Bradet, joined by homicide detective Tim Blanche, began questioning the witnesses. On the sidewalk behind us, a curious crowd had begun to swarm like stirred-up bees. Someone said my name, and it buzzed from one mouth to another.
"That's Annie Kingston."
"You know who she is."
Even though the town hailed me a hero, the whispers stung. My mere presence spelled extra sensationalism. I couldn't blame them; history was on their side. But I hated it.
My eyes grazed the crowd-and landed on Adam Bendershil, reporter from the Record Searchlight. He darted among people, jotting in his notepad. At that moment he looked up, and our eyes met. I turned my back on him.
Detective Blanche beckoned me and Jenna into the taped-off area, his face stern. "You see the guy, Annie?" His penetrating blue eyes bore into me. I suppressed a wince. Blanche was not one of my favorites at the Redding Police Department, to say the least. He was far too arrogant, with those raised eyebrows and a frequent curl to one side of his mouth. I didn't think he cared for me, either. I'd heard rumors of his cynical remarks about my belief in prayer and in God. Blanche was in his midforties, with three kids, the oldest of which had recently graduated from Foothill High. He had thick salt-and-pepper hair and a large mole on his left cheek.
I felt slack-limbed, shaky. "Afraid not. Everything happened way too fast."
He narrowed his eyes, almost in accusation, then glanced toward the store. "Well, let's hope the security cameras did their job. Should have caught it, as long as the tape's in good condition."
"I hope so."
Jenna mumbled agreement. The press of her lips bespoke her righteous anger over the entire affair. No doubt she was ruing her own failure to grab her gun and go after the killer. If I hadn't been on top of her, that's exactly what she would have done. Might have gotten herself killed too.
My sister and I gave our statements. It seemed to take forever. By the time we finished, I could barely breathe. Anxiety snapped at me like some salivating beast. Get a grip, Annie; think of the poor victim. At least you and Jenna are alive. But I had a bad feeling this wouldn't be the end of it. One man was already dead, another wounded. And we were witnesses.
We climbed into the SUV to head for Foothill High School, my heart skidding. Jenna insisted on driving. As we rolled through the parking lot, a television news van showed up at the curb. A man spilled out and raised his camera, the red light on. I ducked. Our car jostled as we entered the street. I could hear Adam Bendershil calling through my closed window. "Ms. Kingston, can you tell us what happened?"
After a few turns, Jenna touched my arm. "Okay, you can come up now."
I uncurled my spine and leaned back against the headrest, wishing I could feel as strong as my sister. God, I'm the Christian here. Help me rest in Your power.
The scenes started rolling then. They always do.
In my head resides something akin to a film projector. During times of stress it tends to spit vivid images onto my brain's movie screen. Now it spewed sequences of
the shooter running straight toward our car, gun jerking up and down in his hand ...
Toby's pinched white face. "It hurts!" ...
A bloodied, shattered head. A cheek and eye-blown away ...
I squeezed my eyes shut. Forced the memories away.
From my purse, my cell phone sounded. I withdrew it to see Kelly's number. Pulling in a breath, I answered the call.
"Mom!" My daughter poured the impatience of a beleaguered fifteen-year-old into her voice. "What's taking you so long?"
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Posted December 6, 2011
Brandilyn Collins is truly an artist in her writing. God has blessed her with the gift to write suspense and she is the top in her game. She is my favorite fiction author of all time and in "web of lies" she has proved me to be right again. This book will have you up til 3:00 in the morning trying to get to the end. It is definitely a page turner and you will not be disappointed when you get to the end. God bless and enjoy!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted December 15, 2006
How could I have not ever read a book by Brandilyn Collins????? Her mix of crimes & Christianity totally enthralled me. My only complaint? This was the last book in what appears to be two different series. Ack! Of course I had to run out and get all the books I missed because I loved this one so much! Web of Lies brings together forensic artist Annie Kingston and ¿visionary¿ Chelesa Adams, closing out two different series. The ¿Hidden Faces¿ series which revolves around Annie and the ¿Chelesa Adams¿ series. What an incredible idea! As a reader who devours every book written by an author I like the concept of wrapping up two series with one book is awesome. I tend to fall in love with all the books I read and I always wonder what would happen if characters from different series were able to interact. Annie Kingston has witnessed a shooting in broad daylight. Several hours away God has show Chelsea Adams a horrible vision of a murder about to take place. Bring the two women together and what happens? Layer upon layer of faith and terror as the women race to uncover a murderer who wants to get personal with one of them. What can I say. Web of Lies is a page turner! It¿s well paced, action packed and accurately portrays the challenges of faith I believe someone in that situation might have. Thank you Christian Fiction Blog Tour! I¿ve found yet another new author. Barnes & Nobles also thanks you because I¿ve dropped a few extra bucks there this week buying Ms. Collin¿s other books! If you¿ve read Christian fiction in the past and it left a bad taste in your mouth - check out this ¿Seatbelt Suspense¿. It¿ll totally change your mind!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 12, 2006
What happens when you take the main characters from two separate series and throw them in a book together? A masterfully woven tale that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Brandilyn Collins has taken Chelsea Adams from an earlier series (Eyes of Elisha and it¿s sequel Dread Champion.) and put her into the fourth book in the Hidden Faces series with Annie Kingston. Oh, yes and I would be remiss to not mention the spiders¿ can you say, ¿Give me the creeps¿? This book rocks, just like the rest of her books do.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 24, 2006
What happens when two of Brandilyn Collins' most popular characters meet? Tne suspense kicks into high gear. After forensic artist Annie Kingston witnesses a shooting, she is contacted by Chelsea Adams. Chelsea has had more than her share of headlines and dangerous scrapes because of her visions. Her most recent vision launches the two women into the most terrifying hours of their lives. How is Chelsea's vision connected to the shooting, and how can the two women work against a psychopath who uses some of the most lethal weapons on the planet ... living weapons? The answers will keep you up until you finish the last page. Seatbelt Suspense is more than Brandilyn Collins' slogan ... it is what you experience in Web of Lies!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 1, 2006
Once again Brandilyn Collins has crafted an edge-of-your-seat thriller that warrants her warning, ¿Don¿t forget to breathe.¿ I for one could not put this book down until I¿d read the final word on the final page and tied together every last creepy loose end. Now I will wait breathlessly for the next installment from this topnotch author.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 22, 2006
I hate spiders. I know God created them, but they are just downright scary, just like Ms. Collins' book, Web of lies. This is my first Brandilyn Collins book and while I recommend you go back and read all of them like I'm planning to, I had no trouble following the thrilling adventure of Annie Kingston and Chelsea Adams in this book. In the spirit of the CSI television programs and other crime shows, Web of Lies fulfills our craving to follow along on a hunt for a bad guy and see what goes on behind the scenes. I don't know how the character, Annie Kingston, became a forensic artist, but she takes us into the investigation realm and shows us how it's done. Yet, she shows us compassion and feeling too. She truly wants to give the deceased a name and solve the mystery for victims' families. Chelsea, a character who didn't choose her propensity toward receiving visions from God, also shows compassion to victims by never ignoring the truths that could solve the crime, no matter how terrifying. Read this book to be inspired and just plain scared.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 15, 2006
People read Brandilyn Collins' books for the same reason they ride roller coasters--the thrill, the anticipation, and the race to the end. Web of LIes spins the suspenseful terror that makes your skin crawl. Don't read it in your bare feet.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 19, 2006
I like a good read, the kind of book that will transport you somewhere else and bring you at breakneck speed through a twisting plot. Maybe that¿s why I read Brandilyn Collin¿s Web of Lies in one day, practically one sitting. Collins has a beautiful way with language, even sprinkled on the backdrop of mayhem and scary villains. The plot, where forensic artist Annie Kingston pairs up with vision-seeing Chelsea Adams try to unravel a murder mystery while protecting themselves, is taut and unpredictable. Woven throughout the ¿web of lies¿ is the metaphor and reality of prayer and the hugeness of God¿a much welcomed thread in a suspense thriller. If you¿re looking for a good read (and you have a day to get through it in one sitting!), pick up this book.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 8, 2006
I don't care if Denver is being assualted by a pyroclastic cloud of volcanic ash...I'm READING! BC's latest book is so compelling, NOTHING will tear you away from one of the most compelling, tension-building plots yet. BC's characters come to life in amazing ways Annie and her self doubt both on a professional and personal level, Chealsea and her fearful resignation to pursue horrific visions, and Dave's determination to care for Annie despite her fears. The masterful language thrusts you into Grove Landing to the point you can see the movie playing out in your head. Worst of all, you will feel the spiders with their thread-like legs creeping all over your body. Be sure to look between your sheets before heading to bed... Don't let the collision of two series deter you from reading, BC doesn't spoil previous plots. Web of Lies stands on its own. A MUST read for all chiller/suspense fans or those who dare!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 10, 2006
Eight legged creepy crawlies. A homicidal maniac who watches your every move. Sound like fun? In Brandilyn Collins's, Web of Lies, the reader is taken on a ride of high velocity in page after page of suspense. Two of Brandilyn's prior heroines are brought together in a horrifying murder. One of them sees a murder in a vision, while the other sees a murder life-startling and face-to-face. Are these murders related, or is this just a means of bringing these two women together? When the murderer hits close to home, these two women must rely on the power of prayer, and each other. I found myself having too slow down while reading this book. The action happens so quickly, that I often read too fast to see what would happen next. I recommend you take a chunk of time, your favorite chair and a stout heart. This book is a must readWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 20, 2006
In ¿Web of Lies¿ Brandilyn Collins has spun a tale of unequaled suspense and drama. For the first time I could not guess the identity of the villain as I stayed awake at night reading, unable to put the book down. It is amazing how the author brings together 2 heroines, from 2 different series, written in both first and third person and never misses a beat. It is a story of trust and obedience under the most difficult of circumstances, while also being a great tale. I enjoyed every minute of it, and in fact turned around and read it again a week later and enjoyed it just as much even though I already knew the outcome. I definitely recommend this book, however be warned, it may be best to start it on Friday night so you don¿t have to get up in the morning for work, because you may be up all night!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 20, 2006
Brandilyn Collins never ceases to amaze me with her writing. You feel you know the characters personally and Web of Lies continues that. If this is your first Brandilyn Collins book or you are a faithful follower this book is for you! It wont give away any thing from her previous books so you can read this one and still enjoy the others afterward. Dont miss this book!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 21, 2006
Author Brandilyn Collins has done it again. She's woven a riveting tale where, of course, spiders figure prominently. If you get the creepy-crawlies, read this book anyway. As a reader, I loved how Brandilyn brought Annie Kingston and Chelsea Adams together in one story. I enjoyed seeing Annie through Chelsea's eyes, where in the first three books we only see Annie's view of herself. Brandilyn also kept me questioning the possibilities that a suspense reader loves to guess at--Who's causing the trouble? Why? How? What's next? While the noose got tighter and tighter around Annie, my nails got shorter and shorter. I prided myself on guessing one of the story lines, but only one. The others snuck up on me. I can say this much: Never assume everything is as it seems. Never think you have it figured out. It's quite a tangled web. As a writer, I feel like I'm going to B.C. Writers' University whenever I read one of her books. The first time, I read for fun. Then I let the book sit a while, and go back with pencil and paper and outline the book (as much as my distractable mind will allow I don't do longhand for very long). I figure somehow, her techniques will start sinking into this writer's subconscious and I'll start using them too, in my own way. Brandilyn makes the rollercoaster ride of her book seem like an effortless trip. But rollercoasters are designed very carefully, and that's why hers holds up so well.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 16, 2006
What do spiders, forensics, and visions from God have in common? Brandilyn Collins weaves a thrilling web of ¿Seatbelt Suspense¿ in her newest novel Web of Lies, due out February 1, 2006. For fans of her two suspense series, the first featuring Chelsea Adams in Eyes of Elisha and Dread Champion, and the Hidden Faces series starring Annie Kingston in Brink of Death, Stain of Guilt, and Dead of Night, Collins¿s new book, Web of Lies, is the perfect melding of Chelsea¿s visions from God and Annie¿s talent as a forensic artist. The story begins when Annie Kingston witnesses a shooting at a convenience store and must draw a composite sketch of the subject. Before she begins, Chelsea Adams contacts her with news that she¿s had another frightening vision. Together Chelsea and Annie race the clock, facing both subterfuge from within and a sinister enemy from without. With God¿s help, can they beat the killer at his own game? Collins seems to know there is a certain ¿creep factor¿ inspired in most people by the thought of a room full of spiders, and she spins a gripping tale full of twists and turns. Combining her two lead characters by having them meet and share their God-given gifts is a great way to wrap up both series¿or to begin a new series. I look forward to her next book.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 20, 2005
This is the first Brandilyn Collins book I¿ve read, but it won¿t be my last. Web of Lies is the fourth book in the Hidden Faces Series. However, I didn¿t feel like I missed any of the characterization by hopping in so late. The author brings back a character, Chelsea Adams, from a previous series, which added an interesting dimension to the story. The story is fast-paced and intense. . .especially for someone who does NOT like spiders in any shape or form. As the title implies, there are lots of spiders in this book! Between Chelsea¿s visions and Annie¿s witnessing a murder in broad daylight, the reader is caught up into the action immediately, wondering how they can possibly connect. As Annie and Chelsea work to uncover the truth, they have to pull back the sticky strands of lies that have been spun to deceive and entrap them¿all leading up to a very satisfying surprise ending. This is an excellent read for any lover of suspense. . .and Truth.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 18, 2009
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