Echoes

Echoes

by Alice Reeds

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ISBN-13: 9781640632486
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 08/07/2018
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 307,600
File size: 711 KB
Age Range: 14 Years

About the Author

Alice Reeds was born in a small town in Germany but spent her first eight years in Florida, USA. Later on, she moved back to Europe, where her family moved around a lot. She was raised trilingual and has a basic understanding of Russian, read and spoken. After getting her International Baccalaureate Diploma, Alice is studying English Language and Literature at University. In her free time Alice mostly writes, reads, figure and/or roller skates, or watches countless let's plays and figure skating videos.

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CHAPTER 1

the Island

We are going to die.

That was the first thought that shot through my mind. Maybe it's just a dream was my second, but then the plane dipped down again, shaking and rattling. I gripped the armrests like my life depended on it. Maybe it did.

Movement to my left told me Miles was awake, too. His eyes were wide, like mine. Normally, I'd have delighted in seeing him shook for once. But thinking you're about to die has a weird way of bringing people together.

"What the hell is going on?" he said.

"I don't know ... turbulence?"

At the front of the plane, the door to the cockpit was open. The pilot looked back at us, his expression tense.

He yelled, "You kids, hold on —"

The plane plummeted, and my stomach shot into my chest. A scream got stuck in my throat. Air punched out of my lungs. The ceiling screeched and tore and buckled and peeled away, exposing the sky —

Darkness.

Am I alive? Dead?

My mind swam toward the surface of an endless black ocean. When I opened my eyes, a blinding light stung my vision. The feeling of falling was gone. We'd stopped.

Blinking against the pain, the first thing I could make out was the shattered TV screen dangling from the back of the seat in front of me. The same TV I'd watched only a few hours ago. Was it hours ago? A minute? A day? I had no idea. I touched my face and head — no blood, at least. How is that possible?

Beyond the broken TV, where a wall and cockpit door had once been, was nothing but a hole with frayed metal edges digging into the ground. Where was the front of the plane? Outside, where the wing used to be, were shrubs and broken trees, dirt and sand. And out past the sand, endless water. The ocean.

Holy hell.

Panic tightened my throat and my hands shook.

We crashed.

I had to calm down. Deep breaths in and out. Own the moment, own your fear. Don't let it own you. That was my mantra in moments like this, thanks to years of kickboxing, and it worked. A little. My hands weren't trembling anymore.

I was okay. I'd survived. Which meant anyone else on the plane —

Oh no.

Miles.

When I looked from the window to my other side, I was sure there would be a bloody corpse. But no. No blood on his white button-down shirt that I could see. But there had to be some injuries below the surface. And he wasn't moving.

"Miles?" I croaked, my throat raw, as if I hadn't spoken in days. No answer. "Miles?" I tried again, louder this time.

Still nothing.

I pushed up and out of the seat, my legs unsteady. I willed them to walk the few steps toward him while I held on to the backrests of my seat and the one opposite him.

I might not have liked him, not even the smallest bit, but I didn't want him dead. He was spoiled. The personification of everything I grew up hating. Arrogant, rich, and egocentric, all of it bundled up into a single person. Hell, my family could probably pay rent and buy a month's worth of food using the money he spent on a jacket or shoes.

But wishing him dead? I wouldn't go that far.

His eyes were closed. And his chest ... If it was moving, I couldn't tell.

"Miles," I said firmly.

Still no sound or movement. My heart constricted, and my throat closed. It was too quiet. Just the awful sound of waves crashing against the beach. I put my ear to his chest. Okay, he was breathing. But unconscious.

"Miles!" I shouted.

Nothing. Now what?

Standing in front of him, I raised my hand then smacked him across the cheek, the loud crack breaking the staticy sounding repetition of waves slapping against sand. My palm stung, yet still no movement from him.

Dammit. I raised my hand to hit him again —

His light brown eyes flew open, locking on to me. In another second, they flitted with recognition.

"Oh, thank God," I breathed.

"Did you just hit me?" His forehead wrinkled, and his fists clenched white. Whatever. At least he wasn't dead. "What is wrong with you, Fiona?"

"Nothing." I backed away, glad to give him space. "And we have bigger problems than —"

He stood up, swaying, a challenging glare in his eyes. "Than what?" he snapped. "Teaching you to keep your hands to yourself?"

Still alive and still an asshole. "I'm sorry for making sure you were alive. Next time, I'll just leave you to die and take care of myself." No, I wouldn't. But let him think it.

He grunted, took a step away, and almost fell over. Quickly, I reached out and grabbed his arm, held it just long enough to keep him from falling. He scowled at me, but then he looked around, and something else flashed behind his eyes. Like the reality of our situation was settling in. He swayed again and leaned against the back of a seat.

"You okay?" It was out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"I'm super. Just fantastic." Was his speech a little slurred, or was my brain jumbled from the crash?

Pull yourself together.

I watched him for a moment longer, made sure he remained standing and wouldn't fall over, and then headed to the exit door in the back. Summoning all those countless hours at the gym, I shoved it open. The metal swung aside, and the stairs unfolded and buried themselves in the sand.

"Can you walk?" I asked.

He didn't answer, and instead tried to take a step on his own. But he swayed again like he was drunk. I held out my hand, but he growled and waved me off. Using the seats to hold himself up, he walked the few steps toward the exit. Twenty-four hours ago, I'd have pushed him and then beat myself up for stooping to his level. Now, I had to force myself not to help. Somehow, he managed to get down the stairs without landing face first in the sand.

As I came out and got my first look at the plane from the outside, my legs turned to jelly. My heart beat as hard as a jackhammer, and my entire body trembled. The plane, if one could even still call it that, had crashed with the front half of the tail section slightly digging into the ground, trees, and shrubs. Half of the windows were broken. Cracks ran all over them like spider webs, and some were completely shattered. And the gaping hole in the side of the plane where the wing used to be ... So screwed.

Backing away a little farther, closer toward the ocean, I could just make out a column of smoke rising from the jungle. Was that where the rest of our plane was? How far away was that? A mile? It had to be at least that, and I couldn't see anything between us and the smoke but trees. We were isolated. Alone.

Except we hadn't been the only people on the plane.

"We have to find the pilot," I said. "He'll know what to do."

"Assuming the pilot is even alive."

Shit. "But he's got to be. We're okay."

"Maybe we were just lucky," he said. "What we really need is the plane's computer. It's got an SOS signal. It's how anyone will be able to find us."

Someone could be dying, and he was thinking about an SOS? Only thinking about us. But on our own, we wouldn't be able to use the plane's computer. "We need that pilot, need to make sure he's okay, if we want to survive."

"Survival won't mean shit if we don't get off the island."

"Getting off the island won't mean shit if we're dead."

He took a deep breath. "Listen. It doesn't matter. The computer was in the cockpit. So, we find the pilot, we find the computer. Okay?"

"Okay," I said. "Let's go."

He stood up and started toward the jungle, but he was still shaky on his feet. Another second and he'd probably fall over.

I took his arm and lowered him to sit on the sand. "Easy."

"Must have hit my head," he murmured. "You'll have to go alone."

"What? No." Going together, that I could do, but on my own? Not happening. "Forget about it."

"You have to," Miles argued. "Please? I can't ..." He looked pale and sick, and were it anyone else, I would've felt bad for him, maybe even asked if there was anything I could do to help him feel better, but he wasn't anyone else. He was the person I liked least out of our entire class and had the misfortune of being sent on this trip with.

"What if you get worse? Who'll help you?"

I had exactly zero medical knowledge beyond what to do when you get punched a little too hard during a fight or training, so it wasn't like I was in any way useful, but pretending I cared about his well-being was easier than having to admit that I didn't want to go into that jungle alone. For all I knew there could be wild animals or other kinds of predators hiding in there, just waiting to pounce.

"The smoke is right there, I can see it," he said, his speech wobbly. "Just follow it and voila."

"That easy, huh?" In theory, I knew it was nothing more than that. We'd survived a plane crash without much harm compared to what could've happened, and I wasn't willing to get myself killed in a jungle five minutes later. Even if there wasn't anything evil in there, I could still get lost, and then what?

"Come on, you're the one with the bad-girl reputation, this amazing and brave fighter you supposedly are, something title here and something trophy there — or was all of that just made up?"

I resisted the urge to kick him. Who did he think he was? I'd fought for those awards, very much literally, and I surely wasn't going to let some rich, snobby asshole question my achievements.

"One more word and I'll throw you in the ocean," I threatened, my voice the closest thing to cold I could muster.

"You're awfully stubborn. Has anyone ever told you that?"

I smirked. "Says the donkey."

Even as I argued, I knew I'd lost. He wasn't in any shape to do anything. He probably couldn't even make it to the edge of the jungle, even if he crawled, let alone wander through it for possibly hours.

Hours of wandering alone ...

But what choice did I have?

"Fine," I conceded. "I'll go, and you get in the fuselage. Stay out of the sun."

I tried to help him, but he shrugged me off. To his credit, he got to his feet and made it to our broken half of the plane with me just following. Good, he wasn't totally helpless.

Once he was sitting inside, I turned toward the jungle. Cracked my neck. Quietly sighed.

I so didn't sign up for any of this.

"Just do it," he said. "The quicker you go, the sooner you'll find the pilot, radio for help, and we'll be out of here. I'll be fine." Groan. "Just get it done."

Gut punch.

He sounded straight up like my father — the sort of person who never really cared about fears or why something frightened me. No. According to him, I was simply supposed to do it and that would teach me that there was no reason for me to be afraid, because obviously that was a much better way to go about these things than taking two minutes to talk to me and tell me that it would be okay.

No, that was Mom's job. Dad pushed me. Mom consoled me.

Push. Pull.

Rinse. Repeat.

Miles was right, though. I had to go in there. I had to pull myself together. It was just trees. Walls of giant plants, hot and dank and teeming with danger and death and horrors I didn't want to imagine. I shivered. I needed a distraction. Something to focus on. Something. Anything else.

Normally, I'd focus on my opponent, whoever was in front of me in the ring. But here?

Miles. I could focus on how much I hated him. How much I hated that he was right.

Yeah, that was better. I clenched my fists — my palms were unusually dry for how anxious I was — and took a deep breath. All I could hear was the rush and yawn of the ocean behind me. Within a minute, I was focused. Calm. Serene.

"Fiona," Miles pressed. "Sometime today, please? Before it gets dark."

I exhaled sharply. "Try not to piss anything off while I'm gone."

Before he could snap a retort, I headed for the jungle.

CHAPTER 2

17 HOURS EARLIER

This couldn't be the right terminal.

Our school must've made a mistake. Star Aviation Support MIA didn't look big enough for international flights. Not that I would know for sure — I'd never been on an international flight — but those planes have to be huge.

As my cab came to a halt, I paid the driver, grabbed my black wheelie bag from the trunk — it was the same one I always took with me to kickboxing competitions, the sheer number of stickers on it making it unmistakably mine — and made my way to the terminal. The air was cool with a note of pine and bleach, and ... white marble flooring at an airport? It was spotless. The floors. The windows. Even the pretty red- haired woman behind the ticket counter with her toothpaste- commercial–worthy smile.

"Am I in the right place?" I asked, handing over my ticket, passport, and luggage.

After checking the paperwork, she said, "Yes, Ms. Wolf. Down the hallway to your left."

As I stepped between the metal detectors, the TSA agent eyed me like he was confused. Or maybe suspicious. I'd gone with a simple outfit today, nothing flashy or extravagant. Light blue ripped jeans, Chuck Taylor's in black, a cut-out sleeveless black Royal Blood shirt with an unbuttoned light gray flannel over it, and a dark gray hoodie. Considering that and my blue hair, well, he wasn't the first person to give me that kind of look. But also, seeing as we were the only people here, maybe he was just doing his job.

The lounge was lined with windows and a swarm of modern-art- looking armchairs. I never realized a room could try so hard. The mouth- watering scent of freshly brewed coffee and pastries filled the air. This was way nicer than other airports I'd been to, with their cheap plastic seating, screaming children, and the dingy smell of McDonald's. I'd never left the U.S. before. I never would've even dreamed about going to Germany, seeing a place like Berlin, somewhere I'd only heard about during history classes or seen in movies. I'd been so excited last night that I'd struggled to fall asleep, even after my father chased me through what felt like a million drills during training.

For a moment, I just looked around ... and then I spotted him. Miles Echo, his body lazily sprawled over an armchair, his legs hanging off of one of the armrests like he owned this place. He was tall, but I was pretty sure he could've sat normally if he weren't so damn extra. His head was a wild mess of raven hair. A pair of Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses hid his eyes. His clothes — black jeans, some pretentious white button-down shirt, and a black jacket — were probably worth more than a small country. His skin had a naturally sun-kissed tone. I bet he never got sunburn. Lucky jerk.

"It's impolite to stare," he said.

"So is being an ass." I sat in the seat farthest from him.

He pulled his sunglasses down and looked me over.

Was he ... checking me out?

No. He wouldn't. I wasn't his type, and vice versa.

Miles was hot, no question. And when I first met him, I'd thought what if. But then he'd opened his mouth.

It was pure luck that we'd been thrown into this thing together. The pharmaceutical internship had picked us out of thousands of candidates after evaluating us through personal essays and aptitude tests. Our grades and school performance were meaningless, they'd said. The tests showed our aptitude for pharmaceutical chemistry made us the most promising of the students who'd applied.

How exactly that was true, I wasn't sure, since my best grade in chemistry last year had been a C, though I could understand why they picked Miles. Straight As across the board and a handsome face. Too bad he was a dick hiding behind expensive clothes, but Briola Bio Tech didn't know that.

As if to prove my point, he started taking selfies. On a next-year's iPhone. He scrolled through them quickly before choosing one to post on Instagram.

"Really, Miles? Would it hurt you to post something other than your own face for once?"

"Not my fault I have almost two hundred and seventy thousand followers who love my face," he said without taking his eyes off his phone. "You, on the other hand ..."

If he had even an ounce of humility, his popularity might have been attractive. Or if he posted something more than selfies with captions stupid enough to decrease my IQ just from reading them.

I only had about forty thousand followers, steadily built over a period of years rather than instant fame, but they had more to say than heart-eyes emojis. Some of the best kickboxing and martial arts discussions happened in the comments of my competition pics. I'd take that over a brainless feed any day.

"Mr. Echo, Ms. Wolf." A woman in a blue, white, and yellow uniform, topped off with a tiny striped hat and matching neckerchief, approached us. "I'm Stephany," she said. "And I'll be your flight attendant. If you'll follow me, please, your plane is ready."

(Continues…)


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Echoes 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
SairaM 7 months ago
First of all this story was interesting but oh so confusing, and by the end I was still scratching my head trying to figure out what was going on. The book cover was what first drew me to this book. The characters were wonderful, the storyline was captivating.
BuriedUnderBooks 8 months ago
Well, my goodness. To say I was surprised by this book would be a mild understatement. I thought it sounded like it could be good—otherwise, I wouldn’t have signed on to review it for this blog tour—but this is better than good. This is the Young Adult thriller that might just convert some of those adult readers out there who think YA isn’t interesting enough or able to grab their attention. The stakes are high from the very first page when Fiona is relating the abject fear setting in on Miles and herself as their plane begins to go down and the tension never really lets up from then till the end. Sure, there are some quiet moments, but here they are on an island, all alone with no idea where they are or if anyone knows the plane crashed. Survival has to come first but little hints here and there pull them hither and yon as to what’s real and what isn’t, all while these two teens who really don’t like each other have to learn to get along. If they don’t, the consequences could be deadly. Or might the truth be something else entirely? An alternate timeline weaves in and out and we don’t know any more than Fiona and Miles do. That, my friends, is a perfect setup to mess with your minds as well as theirs and I promise you’ll be scratching your head the whole time. Fiona and Miles are not my favorite characters ever and, truthfully, there are flaws in this story plus I could do without some of the teen angst, but I truly do think this is a tale worth a few hours of a reader’s time. Fair warning, though—you won’t get all the answers you want and I, for one, am certainly hoping a sequel is in the works
gigiluvsbooks2 8 months ago
They wake on a deserted island. Fiona and Miles, high school enemies now stranded together. No memory of how they got there. No plan to follow, no hope to hold on to. Each step forward reveals the mystery behind the forces that brought them here. And soon, the most chilling discovery: something else is on the island with them. Something that won't let them leave alive. Review: Sooo many questions still unanswered after reading this. Not that I did not like the story, I really did, but am I to assume there will be a second book? or will us the readers just have to come up with our own resolution in our heads? Even though this is a YA book, the writer has done a great job that you could picture a person of any age that this could happen to. This book is so full of twists and turns, that even if I went point by point could give away all the twists. Plus, like I said before I still have so many questions. One thing to take away from this reader, don't trust anyone. I am not sure what else I can say, but this book was great and I am really picky about YA books that I read. It is not overly angsty, it is fast-paced, extremely mysterious, with just a little romance to make it more interesting. 5Stars *I voluntarily read an advance reader copy of this book provided by the publisher.*
UpAllNightBB 8 months ago
Echoes. Where do I begin? Alice Reeds has managed to leave me speechless with this unusually mysterious read. The book begins with Fiona and Miles, heading to an internship in Berlin. When their plane crashes on a deserted island, even though they were never friends at school, they find themselves having to rely on each other in order to try and find their way home. Paralleling this portion of the story, is a story of them arriving in Berlin. Why? How? When? That is what the entire book is about. Obscure and cryptic are the best ways I can describe this one. There was nothing straight forward and the entire book is written in a very arcane vein. You will not know what is going on until the very end, and guess what, you still won’t. It seems this must be the beginning of a series of books, or at least a second one is on the way, as it ended abruptly on a serious cliff hanger. Echoes had plenty of action, suspense, mystery, and even some romance. It was overall well written, well plotted and I enjoyed the main characters. It reminded me a bit of Dean Koontz’s Jane Hawk series, but for young adults. I enjoyed the confusing dance that occurred throughout, and I didn’t actually mind the abrupt ending, I just wish I had known going in that there would be more books to follow. I will hands down be reading the next book, hoping to find more answers to the unexplained chaos.
Danii_045 8 months ago
Echoes is so cryptic I'm still trying to work out the title. Trust nobody. Fear everything. This is a mystery suspense read which I couldn't put down. Fiona is a special girl. She is the current Florida State lightweight kickboxing champion. She trains hard and dedicates her time to being the best. She knows her strengths but school work isn't one of them. She's an average student with a talent in sport. Miles is Mr rich and popular. He's also intelligent, fluent in other languages and knows computer tech. These two on paper are opposites, but somehow they landed the same internship. A trip to Germany to work with Briola Bio Tech. This is a trip of a lifetime, but Miles and Fiona aren't friends. In fact they are more like enemies. They don't get along at school. They don't have the same friends and they are from completely different backgrounds. If only the company was the biggest problem with this trip. Echoes is written from Fiona's point of view. Imagine this; your memory is a little clouded but you find yourself in a plane wreckage on a desert island with the one person you never thought you'd need anything from. Your memory is a little hazy and reality is a little unclear. Your task isn't easy in fact it's not even certain. Everything you think you know will be questioned. Trust nobody. This book is beautifully crafted together with two stories. The first is the desert island the second is the what if. -They made it to Germany but the internship isn't what it advertised. An echo is a sound caused by a reflection of sound waves. Echoes (this book) is a reflection of memories both present and alternate. As this novel unfolds the cracks begin to show. Maybe they went to Germany? Maybe the plane isn't what it seems? Maybe someone is messing with them? Also while we are on the topic of echo it is also Miles surname (still trying to work out the title). Fiona and Miles have a history but you know what they say about love and hate. It's a fine line and sometimes a misunderstanding can blur them. It seems fate is giving them a helping hand in the romance department even if the rest of their life is changing forever. Echoes is a full length story but will leave you ready for the next adventure. Not all questions are answered, but I was happy with the ending. I liked this book so much, of course I want a sequel! Echo's probably suited for the young adult audience + as it has some juicy action scenes and I'm not talking about romance. 5 stars out of 5. I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review
Danii_045 8 months ago
Echoes is so cryptic I'm still trying to work out the title. Trust nobody. Fear everything. This is a mystery suspense read which I couldn't put down. Fiona is a special girl. She is the current Florida State lightweight kickboxing champion. She trains hard and dedicates her time to being the best. She knows her strengths but school work isn't one of them. She's an average student with a talent in sport. Miles is Mr rich and popular. He's also intelligent, fluent in other languages and knows computer tech. These two on paper are opposites, but somehow they landed the same internship. A trip to Germany to work with Briola Bio Tech. This is a trip of a lifetime, but Miles and Fiona aren't friends. In fact they are more like enemies. They don't get along at school. They don't have the same friends and they are from completely different backgrounds. If only the company was the biggest problem with this trip. Echoes is written from Fiona's point of view. Imagine this; your memory is a little clouded but you find yourself in a plane wreckage on a desert island with the one person you never thought you'd need anything from. Your memory is a little hazy and reality is a little unclear. Your task isn't easy in fact it's not even certain. Everything you think you know will be questioned. Trust nobody. This book is beautifully crafted together with two stories. The first is the desert island the second is the what if. -They made it to Germany but the internship isn't what it advertised. An echo is a sound caused by a reflection of sound waves. Echoes (this book) is a reflection of memories both present and alternate. As this novel unfolds the cracks begin to show. Maybe they went to Germany? Maybe the plane isn't what it seems? Maybe someone is messing with them? Also while we are on the topic of echo it is also Miles surname (still trying to work out the title). Fiona and Miles have a history but you know what they say about love and hate. It's a fine line and sometimes a misunderstanding can blur them. It seems fate is giving them a helping hand in the romance department even if the rest of their life is changing forever. Echoes is a full length story but will leave you ready for the next adventure. Not all questions are answered, but I was happy with the ending. I liked this book so much, of course I want a sequel! Echo's probably suited for the young adult audience + as it has some juicy action scenes and I'm not talking about romance. 5 stars out of 5. I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review
TheThoughtSpot 8 months ago
Twists and a cliffhanger ending = riveting mystery! Thanks to NetGalley and Entangled for the opportunity to read and review Echoes by Alice Reeds. The book opens on a flight that goes terribly wrong, landing two known survivors on an island. The story then alternates from the island setting to previous events before the crash. Fiona is on a scholarship while attending a private school, she excels in kickboxing and has dyed blue hair. Miles is a rich kid, attends the same school as Fiona and has a wonderful academic record. The two of them have been invited to Berlin for an internship at Briola Pharmaceutical. When they arrive at the supposed address of the Briola Pharmaceutical Factory, all they find is a rundown warehouse. They also discover, through researching, that there’s no record of who reserved their hotel room or the Briola company website and the company itself doesn’t exist, even though it was all online twenty-four hours ago. Now Miles and Fiona are on their own. I assumed that the island segments happened after the Berlin parts of the story, but that’s supposedly not the case. While on the island, Fiona and Miles find evidence of the two of them being in Berlin, but neither one of them has any memories of it. All they know, in both settings, is that someone means to cause them harm and completely isolate the two of them from everyone and everything else. The danger grows and the mystery continues to the very end of the book, where another twist appears, which isn’t the end of Miles’ and Fiona’s ordeal. The mystery kept me riveted, 5 stars! * I received a complimentary copy of this book for voluntary review consideration and all opinions and thoughts are my own.
onemused 8 months ago
I read "Echoes" in less than a day- what a page-turner! This YA suspense follows two teens (enemies from school) that are embarking on an internship with a biotech company together over the summer. Fiona is a blue-haired fighter- she has a bunch of titles in kickboxing where her dad is her coach, and a cruel one at that. She has hated Miles since she met him at her exclusive private school, where she is on scholarship, and he called her pathetic for not standing up to a teacher. Miles is everything she is not- rich and filled to the brim with privilege. However, the internship doesn't go as smoothly as they would expect- their plane crashes on a remote island, and they are alone amidst certain and uncertain danger. However, in other chapters, they have arrived in Berlin but learned that they cannot trust anyone- and the company they are supposed to work for doesn't even exist. As we are left to wonder what is real and what is a dream, we also join Fiona and Miles on their fight for survival amidst constant struggles- in both situations. This book quickly pulled me in, and I absolutely had so many questions that I was hoping to learn the answers to. My biggest complaint is the huge cliffhanger at the end- I am left with most all of my questions and hoping desperately for the next book to be released ASAP. This cryptic book has a cryptic ending, which I can only hope means there will be a second coming soon. Be prepared for a quite a mysterious thriller- and it's my favorite kind- one that is not even remotely easy to figure out. This book will keep you guessing until the end- and even beyond the end. I really enjoyed this unique story, and I eagerly await the next installment! Please note that I received an ARC from the publisher through netgalley. All opinions are my own.