Horizon (Aftertime Series #3)

Horizon (Aftertime Series #3)

by Sophie Littlefield

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Of living things there were few, but they carried on.

Cass Dollar is a survivor. She's overcome the meltdown of civilization, humans turned mindless cannibals and the many evils of man.

But from beneath the devastated California landscape emerges a tendril of hope. A mysterious traveler arrives at New Eden with knowledge of a passageway North—a final escape from the increasingly cunning Beaters. Clutching this dream, Cass and many others follow him into the unknown.

Journeying down valleys and over barren hills, Cass remains torn between two men. One—her beloved Smoke—is not so innocent as he once was. The other keeps a primal hold on her that feels like Fate itself. And beneath it all, Cass must confront the worst of what's inside her—dark memories from when she was a Beater herself. But she, and all of the other survivors, will fight to the death for the promise of a new horizon….

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780373803545
Publisher: Luna
Publication date: 05/28/2013
Series: Aftertime Series , #3
Edition description: Original
Pages: 425
Product dimensions: 4.38(w) x 6.50(h) x 1.27(d)

About the Author

Sophie Littlefield grew up in rural Missouri and attended college in Indiana. She worked in technology before having children, and was lucky enough to stay home with them while they were growing up. She writes novels for kids and adults, and lives in Northern California. Visit her online at www.SophieLittlefield.com.

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All those shades of red—candy-apple and cinnamon and carnelian and rust and vermilion and dozens more—people arriving for the party stopped and stared at the paper hearts twirling lazily overhead on their strings. No one had seen anything like it since Before. No one expected to see anything like it again Aftertime.

Except, maybe, for Cass, who dreamed lush banks of scarlet gaillardia, Mister Lincoln roses heavy on glossy-leafed branches, delicate swaying spires of firecracker penstemon. Cass Dollar hoarded hope with characteristic parsimony when she was awake, but since coming to New Eden her dreams were audacious, greedy, lusting for color and scent and life.

Even here, in this stretch of what had once been Central California valley farmland—rarely touched by frost, the sun warming one's face in March and burning in April—even here it was possible to long for spring in February. In her winter garden, homely rows of black-twig seedlings and lumpy rhizomes protruded from the dirt. There was little that was lovely save the pale green throats of kaysev sprouts dotting the fields beyond, skimming the entire southern end of the island with verdant life beyond the few dormant acres in which Cass toiled. At the end of each day she had dirt under her nails, pebbles in her shoes, the sweet-rot smell of compost clinging to her skin and nothing to show for it yet in the fields.

Cass was not the only one who was tired of winter. In fact, the social committee's first idea had been a cabin-fever dance, until someone suggested the more upbeat Valentine's Day theme. There was romance to be found in New Eden, for some—different than Before, of course. Some kinds of human attraction thrived in an atmosphere of strife and danger. Others waned. Cass couldn't be bothered to care.

It wasn't the first time she'd ignored the social committee's call for volunteers, though it wasn't like she was swamped with work. The pruning was done. She'd sprayed the citrus with dormant oil she'd hand-pressed from kaysev beans, and she covered the thorny branches whenever nighttime temperatures dipped. A second round of lettuces and cabbages and parsnips were planted. Beyond weeding and the eternal blueleaf patrol, there would be little else to do until warmer weather launched the growing season into full swing. So Cass would have had plenty of time to join the other women in turning the public building into a party room, fashioning decorations from bits gathered from all around the islands. She'd declined to help as they set aside ingredients for special dishes and tested out cocktails made with kaysev alcohol, its gingery taste overpowering anything else they tried to mix it with. The committee had even talked the raiding parties into bringing home scrap wood for the past two weeks, enough for a bonfire to burn until the wee hours.

Cass watched them as she walked home across the narrow bamboo bridge from Garden Island, stretching her tired limbs and working the kinks out of her neck, sore from the backbreaking work of checking the kaysev for blueleaf every afternoon. The sun was still high enough to offer some warmth, so they'd thrown open the skylights and French doors to let it in on their party. Once, the building had been the weekend getaway of some tech baron with lowbrow taste, a man who preferred booze cruises and wakeboarding to wine tasting in Napa. Most of the residents of the banks along the farm channels opted for trailers and prefab buildings and listing shacks, so the house stood out for both its size and the quality of its construction. Well before Cass had arrived in New Eden, all the non-load-bearing walls had been removed, opening it up; there were foosball and pool tables, bar stools, leather furniture, a community center of sorts. A clubhouse surrounded by the little town that had sprung up on three contiguous islands wedged in the center of a waterway that had been nameless and unremarkable Before.

It was supposed to be called Pison River now, after one of the four lost rivers that carried water away from Eden in the Bible. But the Methodist minister who had named the river had died in a cirrhotic coma after coughing up black clotted blood. He had the disease long before coming to New Eden, but everyone had taken to calling it the Poison River instead.

Cass slipped just inside, curious about the party preparations despite herself. There was Collette Por-tescue, with her signature apron and a colorful scarf in her hair. Collette was inexhaustibly cheery, a born organizer, a Sacramento socialite who'd found her true calling only after she lost everything.

"Cass! Cass, there you are." The woman's cultivated voice called to her now, unmistakable in the high registers over the murmurs of the other volunteers and a handful of early guests. Even though she'd agreed to this, Cass's gut tightened as Collette put a drink cup down and rushed toward her on—Cass's eyes widened with astonishment—teetering red satin high heels. Beneath the wrinkled linen of her embroidered apron, Collette wore a tight red jersey dress. Cass glanced around at the others; some of them had made an effort, with hair washed and tied back, even an occasional slash of lipstick or jingling silver bracelet—but February was still February and most people wore layers to stay warm, none of it new and none of it truly clean. It was a testament to Collette's fierce commitment to New Eden's social life that she stood before Cass with her arms bare and her hair in home-job pin curls.

Her smile was as splendid as ever—that kind of dental work probably came with an apocalypse-proof guarantee—and her kindness was genuine, only kindness felt like a blade to Cass's heart and forced her to turn away, pretending to cough.

"Oh, precious, you haven't got that bug that's going around, have you?" There was a faint note of the South in Collette's voice, a hint of the Miss Georgia crown she'd worn four decades ago. The early eighties would have been the perfect era for her—big hair, big parties, big spending. Austerity never seemed like a greater affront than it did where Collette was concerned.

"No, ma'am, just—dust, maybe."

Collette nodded. "Tildy and Karen have been up on ladders all afternoon, probably knocked some loose. I should have had them take rags up there with them! But, honey, come with me now, let me show you what I need…."

Collette dragged her through the milling little crowd of Edenites who held drinks in plastic cups and chatted over the sounds of Luddy Barkava and his friends warming up in the corner. On long tables at the back wall of the public building, where the wealthy entrepreneur had once installed a pair of four-thousand-dollar dishwashers, were the makings of the centerpieces, such as they were: four mismatched vases and bowls and piles of plants that Cass had cut from the winter-blooming garden near the island's shore. There were coral fronds of grevillea, creamy pink-tinged helleborus already dropping petals, tight clusters of tiny skimmia berries. Cass sighed. These were the only flowering plants she'd been able to grow this winter. The helleborus seed had been raided from a garden shed; the others plants were returners, species that had disappeared during the biological attacks and the Siege, and only now were starting to show up again.

These plants were never meant for floral arrangements; they were merely the hardiest, the sturdiest, the first to come back Aftertime, fodder for birds and insects, early drafts in the earth's bid for return. They were not especially lovely, and it would take skill to make them appear so.

And Cass was no florist.

She touched a cluster of glossy oval skimmia leaves. "I don't know—"

"Trust me, anything you do will be an improvement. June found you some stuff. Ribbon and… I don't know, it's all right there. Gotta run. You'll do a marvelous job!"

Collette was off to organize the volunteer bartenders, to untangle paper hearts whose strings had gotten twisted, to admonish Luddy and his little band to play only cheerful songs. Luddy had been in a thrashcore band of local renown on the San Francisco scene; now he spent his days building elaborate skateboard ramps along the island's only paved stretch of road. It was a testament to Collette's charisma that in her wake the band started in on a jittery minor-key version of "Wonderful Tonight."

And Cass got to her task, as well, starting with the berry stalks in the center of the vases and bowls and filling in with the more delicate flowers and leaves. She was winding lengths of wired organza ribbon through the stems—where June found such a luxury, Cass had no idea, but you never knew what the raiders would bring back from the mainland—when she sensed him behind her and she closed her eyes and let it come, the fading of the other sounds in the room, the heating of the air between them.

"Collette put you to work, too, huh?" His voice, low and gravelly, traced its familiar liquid path along her nerves. He was standing too close. But Dor was always too close. Cass pushed a hand through her hair, grown in the past few months well past her shoulders and released, for the occasion, from her usual ponytail, before turning to face him.

His expression was faintly mocking. In the sunset glow diffusing through the tall windows of the public building, his face was tawny and sun-browned from his work outside, just like her own. The scar that bisected one eyebrow had faded considerably since she first met Dor six months earlier, but a new one puckered a crease along his skull that disappeared into his silver-flecked black hair. Cass had been there when the bullet barely missed killing him. Here in New Eden, under the ministrations of Zihna and Sun-hi, it had taken him only a few days to recover enough to insist on leaving his sickbed.

Of course, he had other reasons to want to leave the little hospital, reasons neither of them forgot for even a day.

Watching her watching him, Dor leaned even closer, inclining his head so that his too-long hair fell across the top scar, obscuring it. Cass doubted he was even aware of this habit, which had nothing to do with vanity. Like so many men Aftertime, Dor didn't like to talk about himself, about who he had been and where he came from. Though insisting its way to the surface, the scar was in the past.

She was in the past, as well, for that matter.

Except neither of them could quite seem to remember that.

"Where's Valerie?" Cass asked, ignoring his question. She would have expected the woman to be here already, with her embroidery scissors and pins in her mouth, doing last-minute repairs for all the women who'd managed to pull together something special for the party. Most days, she did mending and alterations in her small apartment—just two rooms, the back half of a flat-bottom pleasure boat grounded and rebuilt by the two gay men who shared the front—but for the parties given by the social committee, she came early and sewed on loose buttons and took in seams and tacked up hems. Valerie loved to help, to feel needed. She had a pretty spilled-glass voice and a ready smile.

She was a very nice woman.

Dor grimaced. "She's not feeling well."

Again. Cass nodded carefully. Valerie's stomach pains came and went, the sort of thing one managed Before with medication and special diets, but that one just endured nowadays.

Truly, it would have been so much easier, so much less complicated if she were here right now, in one of her old-fashioned A-line skirts and Pendleton jacket, a velvet headband smoothing back her glossy dark hair. Sammi said Valerie looked like a geek, and Cass supposed it was true, but she was pretty in a fragile way and if she were here she would be with Dor and there would be no danger from the thing that loomed between them.

"I'm sorry," Cass muttered, meaning it. "What have you been doing all day?"

Dor shrugged in the general direction of the back of the building. "There's some rotted siding along the back—Earl and Steve brought back some lumber and we've been replacing it. Trying to get finished before it rains."


"Figure of speech—they took down an old house along Vaux Road. We've been cannibalizing it for parts."

"You smell like you've worked two days straight."

"I was going to take a shower…before this thing starts."

"I think it's already starting." Luddy's band, rehearsing their party sets, had segued into "Lola" and the conversation swelled as people finished their first round and went back for refills. Cass wouldn't be joining them.

"You gonna be here later?"

Cass shrugged, staring into Dor's eyes. They were a shade of navy blue that could easily be mistaken for brown. When he was angry they turned nearly black. Very occasionally, they were luminous colors of the sea. "I don't know…I'm tired. Ingrid's had Ruthie all day. I need to go check on her. I might just turn in early."

Dor nodded. "Probably best."

"Yeah. Probably."

A group of laughing citizens rolled a table covered with pies into the center of the room and a good-natured shout went up from the crowd. Everyone knew they'd been hunting all day yesterday for jackrabbits and voles for meat pies. So the three hawthorn-berry pies were a surprise. Cass knew all about them, though, for she had been the one tending the shrubs hidden on the far end of Garden Island down a path that only she and her blueleaf scouts ever used, or sometimes the kids when they wanted to watch the Beaters.

After an autumn harvest the shrubs had surprised her by reblooming. She could not say why or how that had happened, other than the fact that kaysev did odd things to the earth. When it first appeared, people worried that kaysev would strip the soil of its nutrients in a single growing cycle. The opposite seemed true. There were other cover crops—rye, for one, planted to give overworked soil a break and renew minerals—but Cass had never seen one behave like kaysev.

The hawthorn bushes' second bloom was scant, and after Cass picked enough for the pies, the small berries were nearly all gone. The few that remained weren't enough even for pancakes. Cass would give them to Ruthie and Twyla when they were ripe, and they would get the sweet juice all over their faces. A treat, something to enjoy as they waited out the winter.

Winter was tough on children, the cold days and early nightfalls. They had no television. No electronic games. No radios. Not even lamps, except for special occasions. Children got bored and then they got restless.

Cass could sympathize. She got restless, too.

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher

As always, Littlefield evokes her dystopian California with unnerving conviction, and Cass's encounters with Beaters retain their horrifying power." –Publishers Weekly on Horizon

"Littlefield has a gift for pacing, her adroit and detailed world-building going down easy amid page-turning action and evocative, sensual, harrowing descriptions that bring every paragraph of this thriller to life." Starred Review

-Publishers Weekly on Aftertime

"A fantastic new dystopian series...Littlefield's compelling writing will keep readers turning pages late into the night to find out what happens next. Outstanding!" Top Pick, 4 1/2 stars

-RT Book Reviews on Aftertime

"A fascinating protagonist and some of the scariest zombies I have ever encountered-a double-barreled salute."

-Jess d'Arbonne, The Denver Examiner

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Horizon 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 26 reviews.
ChelseaW More than 1 year ago
Have I mentioned before how good this series is? I believe I mentioned with Rebirth, but it's worth saying again. This series is MIND-BLOWING. The best part is that her characters don't pretend to be anything they're not. Not heroes, not perfect. They are flawed, which makes them very easy to relate to and understand. Cass is torn by so many things - two men, her daughter, her father, her addiction, her attack... but she knows she is conflicted by these elements, and deals with them in realistic ways. She is not alone, either. There's Dor and Smoke, who both suffer from the need to lead but who still struggle to overcome obstacles from their pasts. It is such well fleshed out characters that really give these novels (and this one in particular) the power to remain in your thoughts even after you finish the book. The scenes with Beaters (zombies) are brutal and unforgiving in their gore and tension. The world Littlefield has creaked is bleak and scary, and yet she makes sure there are tender and beautiful moments in there as well. I think I physically smiled when Cass comes upon a single California Poppy flower in the midst of her bleak travels. Horizon makes three books in this series, and I do not if there will be a forth. The ending of this installment is both satisfying and final, but there is still plenty of room to keep going with the story. Which I am totally hoping for. The Aftertime novels will always be high on my list of great zombie apocalypse stories.
ToReadPerchancetoDream More than 1 year ago
I never would have thought I'd become a zombie fiction fan, but I am, and Sophia Littlefield with her Aftertime series is a large reason why. This series isn't a slashy, guts and gore horror tale. Well, yes, it's got that in it, there's lots of zombies slaying and slaying zombies with various parts flying around. But there's more depth to it. The underlying theme is how humans react when everything is taken away from them. There are no modern conveniences, friends and family are turning into horrible cannibalistic monsters, every day is a fight for survival. Through Cass Dollar's eyes, we see a myriad of human reactions; cults are formed, killer gangs roam, families hide, and groups gather to form new inter-dependent societies. It's a scary, harsh world that Sophia Littlefield has created. She doesn't shy away from the ugliness that reality can bring. Even her heroes have some darkness inside them, which shades their actions. This only makes the reading more exciting, as anything can happen. Horizon is the third and seemingly last book of the series, unfortunately. I highly recommend the books if you're a post-apocalyptic zombie fan. Read them if you dare! *I was allowed to read this book by its publishers and Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.*
DRCSB More than 1 year ago
Best series I've read in a long time. I stayed up all night reading this until it was done. The story is gripping--a fantastic job by the author. I highly recommend it.
ReginaR on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Sophie Littlefield concludes her Aftertime trilogy in the same way she delivered parts 1 and 2 - realistically and not shying away from writing about pain and loss. This is a series that will break your heart and at the same time you will remain a fan. Horizon begins months after Rebirth ended, there is a slight time lapse and the characters¿ positions and relationships have changed. Ms. Littlefield drops the reader in to the book and there is a bit of catching up to figure out what is going on - -not a lot but some. Cass is still damaged, still struggling and still making mistakes. What Sophie Littlefield does so well in this trilogy is write characters who are in pain, who are damaged and who make decisions and act as damaged characters would. But she also writes characters who have tremendous potential ¿ so in a nutshell that is Smoke, Dor, Sammi, Ruthie and Cass. They are all individuals who are hurting, who are damaged but who have amazing potential to overcome their past and do great things. Once it gets going, Horizon is filled with action, drama (in the good way) and revelation after revelation. It was a treat to read. I recommend this series, especially for people who are okay with their characters starting off troubled and much less than perfect but who progress and change over the series. Cass (the main character) will make decisions and choices that feel like a betrayal, but they are real, they are raw and that is what made this series so great.I really like the direction that Horizon went; I can see that it may upset many readers and fans of this series. But I loved it. I am warning you, that if you read ahead there will be spoilers.Smoke was wonderful for Ruthie and Cass during the brief time they had together, but Cass never truly had him. Cass was never Smoke¿s priority, he needed to save the world and atone for his past and Cass just didn¿t fit into that. Dor I liked from the beginning, I liked him in Rebirth and the resolution of the story was very satisfactory, well at least in part. I understand this is a Harlequin book, but true love in how we experience it in our world now doesn¿t seem to be able to fit in to Afertime. But what Dor and Cass have, makes sense. It works for them in Aftertime.I did have some problems with this book, maybe I missed them and am open to hearing about that; but these missing elements bothered me. The storyline about Ruthie being ¿special¿ that was introduced in Rebirth was just completely dropped and not revisited. The first 30% of this book was very choppy and at times hard to follow due to the switches in points of view ¿ new points of view that did not exist in the first two books. There were some holes in the storyline, for example how did the traveling party manage to fill all of their vehicles with gasoline? How did the walkers keep with up with the driving vehicles? For much of the end of the book, during the travel part ¿ Ruthie was not included and then would suddenly be included; it just seemed odd, obviously Cass was caring for her during the trip and the care of a 3 year old on a foot travel into the mountains is not easy. Her absence seemed to be an oversight and well, just not complete. Why were the beaters adapting? Why wouldn¿t the dangerous plant grow in the new location ¿ if it had been spreading east that seems to imply it could survive colder climates.
pollywannabook on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Review courtesy of All Things Urban FantasyHORIZON, the final book in Sophie Littlefield¿s ground breaking, post-apocalyptic, zombie infested, Aftertime trilogy was everything I hoped and feared it would be. Like the two books before it, HORIZON is a gut-wrenching, emotionally captivating, phenomenally executed book. The writing is sensory on every level. The descriptions of the Afterime world are so exquisitely written that I can even now close my eyes and see the New Eden compound, smell kaysev plants, and taste the liquor on Dor¿s lips. The emotions were just as vivid. I was afraid reading this book, genuinely and terribly frightened in certain scenes. And that fear was made all the more palpable because of the bright bursts of hope and even happiness that Cass (and I) experienced. Cass. She is the beating and broken heart of the Afterime series. I can¿t begin to think of another character who has transformed as much as she has. She started out as an addict to any and everything. Someone who chose vice over her baby one too many times. We met her as a shambling, almost putrid individual in AFTERTIME, at the edge of her miserable life. Just like the barren world of Aftertime, she had nothing but a tiny spark of desire for redemption. And that¿s what she did. Slowly, agonizingly slow in some places, she clawed her way out of shame and the wretchedness that she had existed in. She fell a lot. Stumbled in ways that made me want to scream at her and for her. But she always got back up. She was reborn in REBIRTH, and in HORIZON, she gets to take her first faltering steps as the woman she never hoped she could be. The woman I always knew she was.Because of the masterful writing, Cass and I breathed the same air for three books. When she bled, I bled. When Beaters attacked, I stood right next to Cass with my own knife. When she looked at the two very different men in her life, my heart tore with hers. To say I became invested in Cass (and the other remarkably real characters in this series) doesn¿t begin to describe the connection I feel with her and her broken world.Of the 400+ books that have been reviewed on this site, only one series has received perfect 5/5 ratings for every book: the Aftertime series by Sophie Littlefield. I can¿t really believe it myself, but each book really is that good, and HORIZON is the perfect conclusion. Shocking revelations, more fantastic character redemption, and best of all hope. I don¿t care if you like zombies or not. If post apocalyptic fiction intrigues you or not. This series is for you and everyone else who wants to be riveted by a story and the characters who live it.Sexual Content:References to sex. A scene of sensuality. References to child molestation
STACYatUFI on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
At the end of REBIRTH I was extremely angry at Cass for what she was doing with Dor. I really liked Smoke and hated her self destructiveness that led to the whole sticky situation. After finishing HORIZON I see that it was the best thing that could have happened to her.HORIZON takes place a few months after the end of REBIRTH. Cass, Ruthie and all the others that she came with have settled into community of New Eden. Things are going well besides that fact that Cass started drinking again (lightly) and she doesn't feel like she really fits in. Behind the curtains Cass has continued her affair with Dor and they cant seem to stop themselves from being drawn to each other. Just when Cass realizes she really wants to be with Dor, Smoke wakes up confusing Cass even more. The Beaters are changing and getting smarter some how and the island becomes unsafe.There are some new characters introduced. The one that sticks out the most is Red. I wont tell you much about him because that would be some major spoiling but I must say that Red was the absolute last person I expected in the story but he fit in extremely well. There is a lot of sacrifice and soul searching in HORIZON. There is a lot of loss and death. The emotions hit an all time high at the end of the book and I was shocked that it went where it did but it really did make sense when all was said and done. Cass is an extremely broken character and goes through a lot but I like that Sophie doesn't magically "fix" her. She ends up in a good place but she is still flawed and broken inside just happier and in a better place. I would actually love to read more about Cassie in the future I think her story is far from finished but if this is the last book then I could be happy at where it all ended.The Aftertime series has definitely been a hit for me and if you like Dystopian or zombie books, this series should be on your bookshelf.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She padded up to the High Branch, looking at the tree for a moment before she sat, curling her fluffy tail neatly over her paws. "Greetings. My name is WinterMist, and I hope to become Deputy. Some qualities about me that would benifit HorizonClan are that I am unflinchingly loyal, very active, compassionate, and certainly a quick-thinker. If I am chosen to help govern this clan, I will help make it grow and thrive to be one of them mose large and healthy clan in the RP world. I have good grammar, I am intelligent, and very brave. When RazorStar departs for StarClan, I will make sure HorizonClan will never fall under inactivity or neglect. If I was Deputy, I would use my position to help other and never abuse it. Please consider me as one of your Deputy choices. Even if you choose another, I will continue to be a loyal Warrior of yours. Thank you." She dipped her head and slipped back to the clearing. <br> &rsaquo;~WinterMist~&lsaquo;
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Great author and great story. I hope there will be more to come.
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I absolutely loved this book! Very good plot and exceptionally well written.
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I really enjoyed these book, the characters were not always typicle, hero/heroine and it was a great change.
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I have recommended this series over and over. Great characters that you fall in love with and a story line that keeps you on the edge.
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I preordered this book because I was so into the first two. I was really disappointed. Too much of it is from Sammi's point of view (Dor's daughter) and she's nothing but an angry teen for the first 100 pages. It picked up a bit when they left their location, but overall there just seemed to be no continuance from the second book, especially with Cass's addiction. It just didn't fit and ruined my admiration for the character. If there's a 4th book I'll probably read it, but just wanted to give a head's up to the fans of this series without giving spoilers...
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