In this gripping sequel to The Line Between, which New York Times bestselling author Alex Kava calls “everything you want in a thriller,” cult escapee Wynter Roth and ex-soldier Chase Miller emerge from their bunker to find a country ravaged by disease, and Wynter is the only one who can save it.
Six months after vanishing into an underground silo with sixty others, Wynter and Chase emerge to find the area abandoned. There is no sign of Noah and the rest of the group that was supposed to greet them when they emerged—the same people Wynter was counting on to help her locate the IV antibiotics her gravely ill friend, Julie, needs in order to live.
As the clock ticks down on Julie’s life, Wynter and Chase embark on a desperate search for medicine and answers. But what they find is not a nation on the cusp of recovery thanks to the promising new vaccine Wynter herself had a hand in creating, but one decimated by disease. What happened while they were underground?
With food and water in limited supply and their own survival in question, Chase and Wynter must venture further and further from the silo. Aided by an enigmatic mute named Otto, they come face-to-face with a society radically changed by global pandemic, where communities scrabble to survive under rogue leaders and cities are war zones. As hope fades by the hour and Wynter learns the terrible truth of the last six months, she is called upon once again to help save the nation she no longer recognizes—a place so dark she’s no longer sure it can even survive.
Fast-paced and taut, A Single Light is a breathless thriller of nonstop suspense about the risks of living in a world outside the safe confines of our closely-held beliefs and the relationships and lives that inspire us.
About the Author
Tosca Lee is the award-winning New York Times bestselling author of The Progeny, Firstborn, Iscariot, The Legend of Sheba, Demon: A Memoir, Havah: The Story of Eve, and the Books of Mortals series with New York Times bestseller Ted Dekker. She received her BA in English and International Relations from Smith College. A lifelong adventure traveler, Tosca makes her home in the Midwest with her husband and children.
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A Single Light
I miss ice cream. The way it melts into a soupy mess if you draw out the enjoyment of eating it too long. That it has to be savored in a rush.
I miss the Internet, my cell phone, and Netflix. I was halfway through the first season of Stranger Things when the lights went out.
I miss the sky. The feel of wind—even when it carries the perfume of a neighboring pasture. The smell of coming rain.
But even fresh air is a small price to pay to be sane and alive. To be with the people you love.
The ones who are left, anyway. My five-year-old niece, Truly. My mom’s former best friend, Julie, and her sixteen-year-old daughter, Lauren. And Chase—my (what? boyfriend?)—who has made it his mission to keep me safe since we met three weeks ago.
We’re five of the lucky sixty-three who have taken shelter from the flu-borne pandemic in an underground silo west of Gurley, Nebraska.
I used to hate that word—lucky. But there’s no better way to describe the fortune of food and water. Amenities like heat, clothing, and a bed. Not to mention an infirmary, gymnasium, library, hydroponic garden, laying hens, and the company of uninfected others. All safe and living in relative comfort due to the foresight of a “doomsday prepper” named Noah, who thought of everything—including the pixelated walls and ceiling of the upper lounge aglow with a virtual meadowscape of billowing grasses and lazy bees beneath an artificial sky.
We spent the first four days confined to two of the silo’s dorm levels with the rest of the last-minute arrivals, waiting to confirm the rapid tests administered upon our arrival. Mourning the loss of Julie’s husband and Lauren’s father, Ken, and my sister, Jaclyn—Truly’s mother. Stiffening at any hint of a cough across the communal bunkroom, fully aware that there is no fleeing whatever we may have brought with us; the silo door is on a time lock, sealed for six months.
By which time the grid will be back up and the disease causing fatal madness in its patients should have died out with the flu season . . .
Along with most of its victims.
Luckily (there’s that word again), the tests held true and we emerged from quarantine to find our places in this new community.
That was nine days ago. Nine days of meeting and learning about the others, of feeding chickens on the garden level, starting a formal children’s school, and assuming new responsibilities on the kitchen, laundry, and cleaning crews.
Of speculating about what’s happening in the world above as we watch the electric sunset after dinner.
That first week I helped the children make calendars to hang by their beds so they could color in a square each night until Open Day—which is how I realized the scene in the atrium lounge is always attuned to the same sunny month: June.
If we had come here in June, would we be looking out on a snowscape more closely resembling the December weather above?
Yesterday was Christmas—the first one I’ve observed in fifteen years. I caught Julie crying and knew she was thinking of Ken, and wished, for the thousandth time, that Jaclyn was with us as Truly and I decorated a construction-paper Christmas tree.
She asks questions at night. About why I took her away from the compound we grew up in. Why her daddy couldn’t come. Questions I answer with lies.
• • •
I TAKE A seat on the floor near the end of the L-shaped sofa in the atrium, one of the last to arrive. It’s become regular practice for the community to gather on the upper level beneath the pixelated stars after the children are asleep. To sing songs everyone but me knows the words to as Preston, who used to run a bait and tackle shop, plays the guitar.
But mostly to share what we know about the disease. To mine hearsay for information in the absence of any real news, which is a scarce commodity.
Especially down here.
The chatter is lively tonight. I gaze up at the constellations I had no names for (I’d been taught it was a sin to see anything in the heavens but God) until the night Chase and I brought a sky map up from the library below and spent an hour lying on the floor, tracing their shapes in the air.
I rarely speak at these gatherings. My story of growing up in a religious commune, while apparently fascinating, has little to offer these discussions.
Julie, however, is the widow of the former field epidemiologist who caught the disease while traveling with the CDC team that linked its spread to the flu. As such, she’s routinely peppered with questions.
“Do they have any idea of the virus’s origin?” Rima, our resident nurse and one of the first people here, asks. Her adult son, Karam, told me yesterday she used to be a doctor when they lived in Syria. “Is it a bird flu, or swine?”
“Forget the origin,” Nelise, a retired rancher who oversees the hydroponic garden with an obsessive fixation that could give even my OCD a run for its money, says. “How long till there’s a cure?”
She’s asked the same question every night since we were cleared to leave quarantine.
“Too long for anyone sick,” Julie says. She’s changed in the three weeks since I left her in Naperville. The woman who suffered no idiots is gone. She’s thinner, her complexion ashen as the lusterless gray taking over her once-blond roots.
But I know there is no cure. That the best anyone can hope for is a vaccine. That the fatal disease eroding the sanity of North America emerged with a caribou carcass from the melting Alaskan permafrost to infect a herd of pigs and mutated when an infected slaughterhouse worker also became ill with the flu.
I know this because I carried the index case samples myself to the man who is, at this moment, involved in the creation of a vaccine.
“Winnie?” Piper, our resident fitness instructor, says, startling me. It’s what Truly calls me, the name I gave on our arrival—the closest I dare get to my real name, which I will never speak again.
Piper is the thirty-something wife of Jax Lacey (also known as Jax Daniels for the cases of whiskey he brought with him), who preps meat in the kitchen—including a few hundred pounds of frozen game he shot himself. It’s apparently delicious, not that I would know; meat wasn’t allowed in the compound I grew up in.
And these days I’m glad to be vegetarian.
I glance at Piper and then follow her gaze across the room, where Chase has just emerged from the tunnel connecting the subterranean atrium to the silo itself. The short crop of his hair has grown an inch in the three weeks since we met, and he hasn’t shaved for days. I like the rogue scruff even if it does obscure his dimples, but the tight line of his mouth worries me.
“How did you two meet?” Piper asks as I slide over to make room for Chase on the floor.
She thinks we’re married. That my last name isn’t Roth, but Miller.
“Oh, it’s a long story.”
I can’t say that it was while fleeing with the stolen index case samples.
Or that I’m wanted for murder.
I wouldn’t have even revealed my history with the cult I grew up in except I couldn’t risk Truly, whom I took from there just fifteen days ago, contradicting my story. At least the only people who’ve seen my picture on the news were those who had generators—and then only as long as stations managed to stay on air.
For now, I’m banking on the hope that by the time the lock opens and we emerge from the earth like fat cicadas, the hunt for me will be forgotten as the fugitive Wynter Roth becomes just one of thousands—possibly tens of thousands—missing in the aftermath of the disease. We have time to plan the rest.
169 days, to be exact.
In the meantime, I like to tease Chase that he’s stuck with me, which is more fact than joke. But at least he seems okay with that.
“What’d I miss?” Chase says.
“Piper wants to know how we met,” I say. I note the way she’s looking at him, taking in his fighter’s physique and olive skin. The mixture of ethnicities and striking blue eyes that would snag anyone’s gaze for a second, appreciative glance.
Chase chuckles. “The short version is Winnie’s car broke down while she was learning to drive—”
“After getting kicked out of that cult, right?” Piper says.
“After she had gone to live with Julie’s family, yes,” Chase says, stretching his legs out before him. “So there she was, stranded on the highway without a valid driver’s license. In Julie’s stolen Lexus.”
I roll my eyes. “It wasn’t stolen.”
It kind of was.
He leaves out the fact that it happened the morning after the grid went down as panic dawned with the day. That I barreled my way into his car—and his life—out of desperation to get the samples to Truly’s father at Colorado State.
“Ooh, so you’re an outlaw,” Piper purrs, glancing at me.
More than she knows.
I’m relieved when Nelise starts back in about the time she caught a cattle thief on his way to the auction house with two of her cows.
It always goes like this at night: speculation about the disease, and then stories from before. Some meant to impress. Some to reminisce. Others to entertain.
All of them pointless.
We will never be those people again. Julie, the Naperville socialite, whose money can’t buy her a single meal or gallon of fuel. Chase Miller, the former MMA fighter and marine, unable to combat the killer running rampant within our borders. Lauren, the popular high school junior who may never see her friends alive again.
Me, just starting over in the outside world, only to retreat from it more radically than before.
Today, a hospice center janitor is our chief engineer. An insurance broker heads up laundry. Julie runs a cleaning crew. Reverend Richel preaches on Sundays and is the only one Nelise trusts near the tomatoes. Chase works maintenance and teaches jujitsu. Delaney, who ran a food bank in South Dakota, plans our menus. And Braden, who flipped burgers at Wendy’s, oversees the cooking.
I teach, as I did the last five years of my life inside the Enclave, and rotate between kitchen and cleaning shifts. I look after Truly. I am her caretaker now.
Micah, the computer programmer whose son, Seth, has become Truly’s new best friend, glances at his watch. At the simple gesture, conversations fade to expectant silence.
At eleven thirty-five exactly, the scene on the curved wall before us breaks, a shooting star frozen in midflight. And then the night sky vanishes, replaced by lines of static before the screen goes dark. A moment later it glows back to life, pixels reconfiguring into the form of a face.
It’s larger than life, the top of his head extending onto the curved ceiling. I’ve grown fond of the gray whiskers on his dark-skinned cheeks, the gaps between his front teeth. Even the rogue white hairs in his otherwise black brows that I wanted to pluck the first time I met him.
They are as endearing to me now as the man himself.
He’s a man resolved to save his own soul by saving the lives of others and one of the few people here who knows my real name. This is his ark.
But he is not with us. The time lock meant to keep intruders, chemical weapons, or nuclear fallout at bay requires someone from both the inside and outside to set it.
Noah sits in an office chair, plaid shirt peeking through the neck of a tan fleece jacket. The clock in the round wooden frame on the wall behind him shows just past five thirty. The usual time he records these briefings.
“Greetings, Denizens,” he says, with the calm assurance that is as much a part of him as the creases around his aging eyes.
“Hello, Noah!” Jax calls as similar greetings echo throughout the room.
“If you can hear this, knock twice,” Noah says with a grin. Chuckles issue around me. Last night it was “If you can see me, blink twice.” It’s a running joke; the atrium is three stories belowground and video communication is strictly one-way. Our messages to the top have consisted of nothing more than a digital “all is well” and “thank you” once a week since Day 1.
“What news we have is sobering,” Noah says. “Our ham radio operator reports dire circumstances in cities. Shortages of water, sanitary conditions, medicines, food, and fuel have led to more riots, fires, and the kinds of acts good men resort to when desperate. The death toll of those dependent on life-support machines will climb steeply in the days and weeks to come as those devices shut down, I’m sorry to say.”
Preston, sitting across from me, rubs his brows as though his head hurts, and Julie sits with a fist to her mouth. I know she’s thinking about her grown sons in New Mexico and Ohio. About her mother, already sick by the time she and Lauren fled the city for her house. Who turned them away without opening her door.
I think of Kestral, who first told me about this place. Whose return to the religious compound I grew up in must have induced a few coronaries given that our spiritual leader had told everyone she was dead in order to marry my sister. I hope Kestral’s safe. That even Ara, my friend and enemy, is, too.
“The greatest shortage after food, water, and fuel, of course, is reliable information,” Noah continues. “We are in the Middle Ages once more, operating on hearsay and what radio operators report. What I can tell you is that the attack on the substation in California three weeks ago appears to be the act of terrorists working in conjunction with the cyberassault on the grid in order to prolong the blackout. The consensus is Russia, though there are those celebrating in pockets of the Middle East and Pakistan and groups claiming unlikely credit.”
“What about the attack on the CDC?” Nelise says.
“It’s got to be them,” Preston says.
“How is it possible we’ve harbored Russian terrorists in our country and not even—”
“Shh!” several others hiss as Noah continues.
“The president has not been heard from since his radio address last week. Foreign borders remain closed to Americans, and our neighbors to the north and south have sworn to vigorously defend their borders in an effort to stem the tide of Americans attempting to enter Canada and Mexico illegally. They don’t want us there, folks.” He hesitates a moment, and then says, as though against his better judgment: “There are reports that an Alaskan ship full of Americans was deliberately sunk when it wandered into Russian waters.”
Piper glances from person to person with a wide-eyed stare. Chase sits unmoving on my other side, jaw tight. There was news of a missile strike in Hawaii hours before we entered the silo. But that turned out to be only a rumor.
“There’s talk of aid from our neighbors and allies in the form of food, fuel, generators, relief workers, and engineers. How much and how quickly remain to be seen. I imagine sharing information toward the creation of a vaccine in exchange for help manufacturing it will be a part of that discussion. Our knowledge of the disease will be the best bargaining chip we have,” he says, gazing meaningfully at the camera with a slight nod.
“What knowledge?” Nelise says, too loudly. She’s unaware that not only does Noah know about the samples being used in the production of a vaccine but two of his crew helped us get them over state lines in the middle of a manhunt. His pause is a silent acknowledgment of Chase and me.
“Meanwhile, we hear it may be March before the first power grids come back online. By which time we hope to have not only vaccinations but your favorite television shows waiting when you all reemerge. I will, of course, keep you apprised as we learn more. Hey, Mel—” he calls, leaning out in his chair. “Remind me to get a television, will you?”
Quiet laughter around me.
Noah looks back into the camera and smiles.
“We are well up here. You may be interested to know we’ve acquired our first acupuncturist, as well as a zookeeper specializing in reptiles. We are fifty-three in number. As you might guess, the bunkhouse is full, as is the main house. Packed to the gills. There’s a long line for the showers—those of us who grew up in houses with only one bathroom never knew we had it so good.”
He chuckles, and then says, more somberly, “I’m sorry to report that we have had to close our gates. I hope the day does not come that we have to defend them. And so our number stands at one hundred and sixteen souls above- and belowground. Too few, at the risk of being too many.”
He pauses, and I hate the disappointment that’s etched into his features. It causes his lip to tremble as he looks away.
Gazes drop to hands and laps around me. Julie swipes at her eyes.
A few seconds later, Noah continues: “Five of our number have assembled a country band. Which leads me to say that I hope you’re making good use of the keyboard and guitar in the library. Perhaps when you return to the surface we’ll enjoy an old-fashioned summer jam—” His attention goes to something below the edge of the screen. “We have someone who wants to say hello.” He turns away in his chair and reaches down.
When he straightens, there’s a dog in his arms—a brown and white mix of churning feet and floppy ears panting happily at the screen.
“Buddy!” I shout happily at sight of the puppy Chase rescued during our journey west. A round of “aww” circles the chamber. I wish Truly was awake to see him. It’d been difficult to leave him topside, but in the end, practicality won out over the comfort of his presence.
Chase laughs and glances at me. “Can you believe how big he is?”
“You won’t believe how big this fella has gotten,” Noah says, and Chase points at the screen as Noah steals his words. “Artemis the cat, on the other hand, has become strangely thin despite the fact that I fill her bowl repeatedly throughout the day.” Chuckles issue around me as Noah lifts one of Buddy’s paws and waves.
“We’re signing off for now. I wish you a good night’s rest, a happy Boxing Day, as it were. A holiday I’m fond of for its—”
The screen freezes, Noah’s face separated into two disjointed planes by a line of static.
We wait, collective breath held, for the video to buffer and finish.
The screen goes blank instead.
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It was early on a Monday morning at 4 am that I had gone through over one third of the book in one night. This book quickly became one of the best reads I have gone through in the past 3 months. A Single Light begins with around 60 odd people forced to take shelter in a time vault due to the outbreak of a virulent epidemic. A runaway named Wynter and a former soldier turned bounty hunter, Chase are at the heart of the story. Both appear to be an unmatched pair as they have their own motivations and secrets. For the people in the vault, the only source of comfort and connection with the outside is periodic transmissions from Noah, the person who brings hope to the individuals. But all of a sudden, the link goes dark, causing to lose their composure. And when the time vault door opens all of a sudden, it begins a whole new set of unknown dangers to the group, stressed for many months. Infected animals, ghostly town, and people driven to the brink of anarchy. The support systems have failed, all semblance of order and law lying bare. What do you do? That’s where we find the characters in the story. The story is intense and riveting as is the description of the dynamics at play between the different characters in a confined space. The notes that the story touches are really fundamental, fear, loss, joy but the presentation is remarkably somber and in line as to the way the plot is weaved. I really liked the way the author describes the gritty and raw emotions at play which I have seen only in a very few authors. The best thing is that the author does not try to bend the story in a way that seems disjointed. It is a skill that is honed by working at the craft for many sleepless nights and long hours. Though the story may not have political beliefs one may have, I wholeheartedly agree with what the author has penned about the need to break down the walls and be more exclusive. Normally a stickler for neat wrapped endings, I love the way the story concluded. I can’t wait for the next book.
Book Review: A Single Light, (The Line Between #2) by Tosca Lee "The sea... The waves rolling to that rhythmic breath that seems to say, Be still. Know that I Am." American civilization is devastated by a flu-borne pandemic, cyber attacks on power grids, an attack on the CDC, kidnapping, anarchy, chaos - with unconfirmed reports of a nuclear strike on Hawaii. Nebraska. In first person narrative, Book 2 starts where Book 1 ended, at the "Arc", a fully-equipped, well-supplied hidden sanctuary thirteen stories deep in an underground silo shielded from a world in ruins. Wanted by the government as a fugitive, Wynter Roth is hunkered down with Chase, the former marine /MMA fighter and her love interest, Truly, her niece, some close friends and sixty-odd other lucky souls. Wynter had escaped from the "Enclave", the compound of a doomsday cult led by false messiah Magnus Theisen. The silo was her sanctuary. But communal living in claustrophobic quarters begin to take its toll. Cabin fever sets in. Small disputes get blown out of proportion. Chase is revealed as not exactly what he represented himself to be - a bounty hunter out for one particular fugitive. Communications with the outside world fail. Havoc. Systems freeze, power goes down, a death and burial in a freezer, a dear friend at the point of death... Then...bang! Author Tosca Lee shifts from dystopian drama to dystopian thriller mode - high-pitched, non-stop, fast-paced action the rest of the way. Out into the sunlight and air go Wynter, Chase and the team. Out to battle for food, water, meds and supplies. Out into terrifying ransacked blight where emaciation and anarchy are the norm, and a new world order reigns. They manage to fight their way to the beach, to the Caribbean sea and the ocean beyond, with its soothing rhythmic waves. Then, at last, they find themselves back to the scourge of Wynter's existence - Magnus Theisen's dreaded "Enclave". It isn't be a must to read Book 1 to enjoy Book 2, as ample flashbacks are aptly inserted by the author to provide context; but to miss reading it would be the reader's loss. Review based on an Advance Reading Copy from Howard Books and the author through NetGalley.
Tosca Lee knows how to captivate readers right from the first line—which in this case is “I miss ice cream.” I mean, way to strike right at your readers’ hearts, right? Well, hold on, because the revelations keep coming. This story picks up shortly after The Line Between left off—that is, two weeks after Winter, Chase, and sixty-one others have taken refuge in an underground silo that’s been sealed by a time lock. For six months. Even under normal circumstances, having sixty-plus people confined to an underground silo for six months would be a recipe for tension, but in Tosca Lee’s hands, you know to brace yourself for a whole lot more than that. What transpires in this story, amidst the kinds of revelations and suspense that keeps you glued to the pages, is an exploration of the way in which times of uncertainty and crisis illuminate both the worst and the best of human nature. More, that the worst situations provide the greatest opportunity to discover the best of human nature. As Francis Bacon said, “In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.” It’s a particularly powerful realisation for Wynter, who was raised in a cult that shunned the outside world for the evil it held. I must confess, I was bracing myself for a final revelation to knock me sideways at the end, but that didn’t eventuate. Instead, the story brought Wynter’s personal journey full circle in a way that’s layered with deeper meanings I’m still teasing out. It’s a great read for the action and suspense alone, but I love that it’s prompted some philosophical musings too! I received a copy of this novel from the publisher. This has not influenced the content of my review, which is my honest and unbiased opinion.
A Single Light - the sequel to The Line Between - had me as riveted to the book as I was with the first one. I'm not normally one for a "thriller" kind of book, but Author Tosca Lee is changing my mind about that! Holy Mackerel! I'm not lying when I tell you I found myself holding my breath a couple of times wondering if Winter and Chase will make it. Will they pick up the disease? They've been underground since the world changed as they knew it. It's been six months. When the doors finally unlock—if they actually unlock—what will they find left. Surely there will be no people. But what about all the people saved up in the commune? Did they survive like they were promised they would be? But reading through this book, it makes you wonder ... could this happen to us? Great book. I highly recommend it if you like to think through a possibility of something way out of the ordinary! The author does a fabulous job of describing the scenes that you feel like you're there or have been. Disclaimer: I received a Digital Advanced Reader Copy of this from the publisher through NetGalley with no expectation in return. The comments in my review are mine.
A Single Light was a worthy follow-up to The Line Between, and even a really good stand-alone novel. The pacing is relentless, the twists and turns sometimes gut wrenching. My only criticism is that I rammed so hard into the end of the story, that I didn't feel like I had time to properly process that it was over. I highly recommend this two-book series, and I promise that anything you read of Tosca Lee will bring you the same satisfaction that I experience each time I open one of her books!
An excellent follow up to The Line Between, Tosca Lee has taken well developed characters that we followed closely and given them a new set of drawbacks to conquer. The world is dying. The plans made by the small settlement that has been locked away from the rest of the world for 6 months are not working. I've been reading many "after the end" dystopian books lately but none have had the impact that A Single Light held throughout the story. The characters faced each new challenge head on and moved forward, all the while protecting their own tiny group. You will want to read this book in a single setting, so plan accordingly.
"Rage and grief are twins you birth at once. With gnashed teeth and high, tight keens. Until there's nothing but pain and stupor." Wow. And I had thought The Line Between (book 1) had been intense, action-filled, and terrifying (in a good, suspenseful thriller kind of way). This second book, A Single Light, tops the first. Really. How does Tosca Lee do it? I'm not sure. But, man, this book will keep you bouncing on the edge of your toes, anticipating.....waiting.....for the next bend in the plot that will take the story in a direction you never saw coming. It should be read only after the first book though. This book picks up right where the first book ended and the overarching plot is too rich in details and complex to be able to understand by reading the second book in the series as a stand alone. The narrative is flawless as the obsessive-compulsive Wynter speaks in first person present tense (thus allowing so many surprises and twists in the plot) in an apocalyptic world where a dementia-inducing prion has merged with a flu-like virus to decimate the US. Chase, her protector and boyfriend, and Wynter traverse towns and cities in search of medication for their sick and dying friend and they witness heart-breaking acts of self-sacrifice and love but also unthinkable acts of raging sin, evil, and darkness. Despite their brokenness, regretful pasts, and current failures, the love between Wynter and Chase does light their way. Though they despair and feel that "this life - in this world- is too hard. Too filled with pain. And too far gone. The lights that made it worth saving blinking out like stars," they cling onto the small hope that they would see their loved ones again and that hope keeps them reaching for the next rung in the ladder to climb up. This is a thriller that you won't be able to put down. The intensity in the plot mounts steadily each chapter until the very end, and even then, I'm sure you'll be waiting for something else to happen to turn the plot upside down again. If you enjoy a fast-paced, brilliantly crafted suspense thriller, this is a must-read book for 2019. I received a copy of the book from Howard Books and was under no obligation to post a positive review. All comments and opinions are solely my own.
Bravo, Tosca Lee! Just when I was thinking the sequel of The Line Between couldn’t possibly live up to my high expectations, she proved me wrong, knocking it out of the park with A Single Light! The story was a nonstop emotional thrill ride that kept me up at night with no regrets, as I couldn’t stand to put it down. Tosca is a master at character development and dialogue as she proves once again in this story of loyalty, bravery, and love in unfathomably challenging circumstances. I heartily recommend this riveting book to anyone who enjoys thrillers or dystopian stories.
Great follow up to The Line Between. It kept me up late into the night. I particularly liked some of the new characters in this book. Exciting story and characters that you grow to care about make this a top shelf read
A Single Light is a wild ride. Simply thrilling from the first page. The pace starts fast and doesn't let up until the last page. I lost count of the number of times I was holding my breath anxious to know that Wynter and Chase were safe. This sequel starts almost 6 months since the we last saw our two heroes, Wynter and Chase. They, along with 60 or so others, have been locked away in an underground silo waiting out the devastation caused by an airborne virus that has crippled America. They hope when the door to the silo opens the world will have returned to some semblance of order, a vaccine having been developed and distributed to save those who survived. The silo door opens and to their shock and horror things on the surface have got worse, not better. And now they too must discover how to survive when everything needed for survival is in critical short supply. And the crazies have taken over their small part of the world. At times I thought I was reading an episode of The Walking Dead (minus the zombies) as Wynter and Chase's small world has become survival of the fittest and mercy is in short supply when another's life is at stake. Tosca Lee is at her best keeping the reader breathless, on the edge of their seats with unpredictable turns every second page. Wynter and Chase are tremendous characters and there is a cast of minor characters that are engaging and well developed. Special mention to Otto. Oh my ... he is simply adorable. This will make great TV and I do hope it won't be long before we see it on the box. It will be thrill-a-minute viewing. Congratulations, Tosca. Superb writing. Thank you to Howard Books, Tosca Lee and NetGalley for an Advanced Digital Copy with no expectation of a positive review.
A Single Light picks up right where The Line Between left us. In Tosca Lee's trademark style she ramps up the story creating tension, action, and desperation. All of which keeps the reader holding their breath and hanging on for dear life. At least this reader. I love series books for loads of reasons of which are getting to spend more time with favored character's getting to know them better and having a lot of questions answered. Which Ms. Lee does very well in this second book. For me, the scary thing about these two books is that everything that happens is something I could see happening in our world today. Tosca Lee definitely has her finger on the pulse of our crazy world to create not only a realistic story as well as a real world the story takes place in. I'm speaking about four months early, but I can see this book being on my end of the year top reads list. I highly recommend this book and series! Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book via the publisher in association with Tosca Lee's street team. I was not required to write a review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
Friends, take note; this is how you do a sequel. I finished most of this book in a day. A Single Light picks up right where The Line Between left off, with 63 people living in a silo together until it opens up to a better world. Only, things don't go according to plan. It doesn't slow down from the start. Tosca kept me guessing the whole time. And crying. And honestly, I had a hard time sleeping last night because I was still a little on edge. Go grab this book fast, because it's a good one.
WOW!!! This book had me at page one! It was edge of my seat suspense that kept me guessing what would happen next!!!
If you thought “The Line Between” was intense, hold on to your britches! Lee cranks up the intensity, and the body count, in this heart-pounding sequel. With no good place to put this fast-passed thriller down, “A Single Light” will keep you reading well into the night. This character driven novel picks up in the underground silo where secrets come out and tensions run high. When the door finally opens, nothing is as expected. The area has been decimated and at first it’s unclear if anyone else has survived. A desperate need for medicine sends Wynter and Chase into a dangerous new world where everything that could possibly go wrong, does. Once again, the key to saving the world is Wynter, if she can stay alive long enough to save it.
Now THAT'S how you do a sequel. "The Line Between" proved that Tosca Lee was a master of intrigue, character building, and story-telling. If the world she built of the Enclave and the cult, then the apocalyptic epidemic that runs rampant over the country, then I don't even know what kind of stories you might enjoy. But with "A Single Light" she upped the ante. Wynter is a fugitive, locked away from the disease, hiding for her life....But even that doesn't keep Wynter safe. Every turn of the page brings a new surprise, a new battle to be won, and Lee doesn't shy away from difficult choices an author must make in this type of book. This sequel proved that Tosca Lee is prolific at page-turning action, emotional depth and edge of the seat (or bed...depending on where you are reading) cliffhangers. I literally could not stop reading. And don't get me started on the creepy factor. The only time I was willing to put the book down was when the lights were out, all was still in my home, and the only thing making noise were the trees outside, the creaking of our home's foundation, and the pounding of my heart as Wynter walked into yet another disturbing situation. One chapter pushed my imagination over its wild limits and I had to close the book before being so freaked out that I required a light!! But the next morning, I immediately picked the book back up until I finished! Too good to not recommend. Thank you to the publisher for an advanced copy of this thrilling book. My opinions are my own.
Phenomenal... i’ve been eagerly awaiting the sequel to the line between Tosca Lee. I absolutely loved this apocalyptic thriller. When cult escapee Wynter Roth and ex-Marine Chase Miller emerge from their bunker months after the country is overtaken by a killer disease, they find themselves on the run. They are desperately searching for antibiotics that are in short supply as well as food, fuel, and help. As more lies are uncovered, and truths come out before they even leave the bunker, the question is can they survive and work together for the greater good? I loved the real life desperation I believe you would see if this story became a reality. The desperation. The loss of hope. The lawlessness. Then...the reemergence if the good. The hope slowly being restored. I’m in love with this book, but hope we don’t see this become reality. Yes, it feels that real! If you love apocalyptic thriller’s with a dash of romance and strong male and female lead characters, you will love The Line Between and the second book, A Single Light! I’m desperately hopeful they will make a movie that lives up to the book. I was given an advanced reader copy through NetGalley by the publisher. All opinions are my own.
Intense. Tosca starts out by letting us in on the happenings inside the bunker. When Noah’s daily messages stop coming the people are left wondering what is going on outside the silo and what will the world be like when the door finally opens? Tosca captured my attention right away with the mystery and suspense. The added deadline of finding medicine for Julie before she died magnified the urgency and kept the pages flipping. The finding of the medicine occupied most of the book which surprised me a little. I thought there would be more focus on the terrorism aspect and the drama of creating the vaccine. Its hard to know which would have been more exciting. However I recognize that in order to do that we would not have been able to keep the seamless singular POV through Wynter so it makes more sense as is. I loved the chase and the action and that Tosca wasn’t afraid to kill off her characters. It illicits more emotion and engagement with the story and the outcome. I liked seeing Wynter escaping the isolation of the Enclave just to enter into the isolation of the silo and how we got to see her character grow through her different captivities. One thing I wished would have been handled differently was the answer to the security footage tape showing Noah and the others leaving the farm. We got the answer later but it was obscure and didn’t fit the tone of the tape. It was basically a side note instead of the ominous and important role it first appeared to have. Also, a tiny annoyance was how a lot of the sentences started without a subject, i.e. statements starting with ‘can’ and ‘am’ etc. just felt disjointed reading those in my head, I almost always caught myself rereading them to see if I missed something. All that to say, another great Tosca Lee book and was a satisfying sequel to The Line Between! Bonus shoutout for Kearney and Runza and Des Moines! ** I received an ARC via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review **
This book was beyond fantastic! It was the perfect sequel to A Line Between, which, if you have not read-get it immediately! Tosca has a way of just drawing you into the story. You feel as if you are part of the twists and turns in every books she writes. A Single Light was no exception to this. In A Line Between, we are left with Wynter and Chase, along with others, sealed into a bunker waiting out a plague that is ravaging the United States. So we are left wondering what has happened since then?? When we open up A Single Light we have our answer in a heart pounding, edge of your seat, nail biting, can't stop reading thriller! When the story starts we are introduced to life in the bunker as all these people who are safe from the disease wait out their time to get to the top. What is life like for them there? What will it be like for them? Will the disease be eradicated, or will they find something very different from what they are expecting? Read A Single Light. Trust me-it is a book worth reading!
This sequel to The Line Between was thrilling to read and very hard to put down. There were so many twists and turns that I did not see coming. Very well done, making it an exciting adventure. There is action, despair, love, loss, deceit, fear of the unknown, determination, sacrifice, fierce bravery and the strong will to survive. This story feels so real, deep in your gut. This is what it looks like when people are struggling to survive with limited resources. The characters are beautifully written and so easy to connect with. I didn’t want to leave them. I didn’t want to close that last page. Another exciting and wonderfully written story by Tosca Lee! Thank you to NetGalley, Howard Books and Tosca Lee for my advanced digital copy of A Single Light. I loved it so much that I had to preorder my very own hardcover copy!
This book had me going through an entire emotional roller coaster that one seek s out of a thriller. I was laughing at the wit and humor, I was angry at secret plots that you discover, and I definitely cried. Grab a tissue box and your favorite snack as you snuggle in for a brilliant story. Also be prepared to have a book hangover .
Wynter and Chase emerge after six months from an underground silo. The area is abandoned. They must find an IV antibiotic for her friend Julie before she dies. This is a journey into a world changed by a global pandemic. Cities become war zones. Rogue leaders spring up and survival isn't a guarantee. I really enjoyed this story. It felt dangerous, threatening, and suspenseful. One didn't know where the next mile would lead or if they would survive. It was fast-paced and breathless at times. I couldn't put the book down. It was that good. I'll be affected by this thriller for a long time and hope nothing like this comes upon this earth. Wynter takes greater risks and has become more determined. Chase tries to be her voice of reason. I say tries. Wynter's drive to protect those she loves moves the story. It's a powerful message.
Tosca Lee has done it again in her sequel to The Line Between. If you enjoy thrilling dystopian literature full of plot twists and turns, you won't be disappointed. This book continues to follow heroine Wynter Roth, a young woman ousted from an Iowa doomsday cult and her unlikely ali Chase Miller, a former marine. Sixty-three individuals including Wynter and Chase have been locked in an underground silo for 50 days. A Single Light picks up with Day 14 underground. As we learn more about the sixty-three and how they interact, will everyone get along? What happens when they find out that "Winnie" aka Wynter is wanted by the authorities, and Chase isn't who he appears to be? Will the world still be in chaos when the doors open, can they find a vaccine in time to save Julie's life? What adventures await on the outside? In this book we also see themes of friendship, trust, depth of relationship, and learning to depend on each other. Once you pick this book up, you won't want to put it down!
Spoilers from book one ahead! At the end of book one Wynter and Chase are locked into an underground silo with a group of other healthy people. Toward the end of their 6-month "imprisonment" tensions begin to run high. And then the door opens. Early. They all know something isn't right. Where's Noah? Where's anyone? Circumstances force Wynter and Chase to leave the silo and face an uncertain and definitely unexpected world. For more sensitive readers, there is some violence and a few swear words. Fans of Tosca Lee will get sucked into this book. You can grab your copy by clicking on the cover and preordering.
I wanted to scream but being in a crowded room my only choice was to implode. This was one of the many moments in the book A Single Light that thrilled this seeker. The story begins six months after the silo door is closed to protect 60 people from the disease raging in the previous novel The Line Between. They expected the world to be cured, but that was not how it was at all. What happened while they will underground? Wynter Roth and Chase Miller are committed to saving a very diseased and ravaged world as they continue their journey after the door of the silo is opened. Time is of the essence as their friend, Julie, is seriously injured and needs the correct IV antibiotic medication to survive. Danger is everywhere as Wynter and Chase have to move further away from the silo to find the meds for Julie … and they want answers too. What happened to Noah, the creator of the silo, after his video communications abruptly stopped. Was this dark world even savable? Wynter and Truly, her sister’s daughter, are the only ones who have been vaccinated and are not susceptible to the disease. This secret along with Wynter still be sought for murder of her sister adds to the conflict. Fear reigns over communities as ruthless leaders, city wars, division of the well and unwell people, food and other survival resources are at a minimum making the people desperate. As Wynter and Chase race the clock, the continual heart-stopping action keeps the reader flipping the pages wanting to know what happens next.
Tosca Lee creates an equally dangerous and thrilling post-apocalyptic world as her main character Winter faces new challenges. Winter is tasked with saving a friend but in doing so she meets enduring new characters and faces uncompromising evil. Tosca does a great job creating believable challenges and characters we would expect as the world is falling apart but she also offers the needed glimmer of hope that keeps us rooting for Winter and her friends. I would recommend A Single Light. It is an exciting read.