Abigail Delilah is the firstborn of three Whitestone children – and she is the most regretted.
But is it really her fault?
She can’t help that the revelation of Father’s wretched secret coincides with her birth. She can’t help the fear she feels during Mother’s psychological – and physical – assaults. As the shadows grow stronger over her soul and the noose of pain tightens around her neck, Abigail will find out which is stronger: her family’s wicked assumptions about her or her true self.
Firstly, the cover. I think it has to be the prettiest, creepiest most perfect cover for a book I’ve seen in some while.
The story isn’t super long, which for me is a plus because I’m slower than molasses on a cold day when it comes to reading. I started this book when I was 31, and now I’m eight hundred and two. I know I don’t look it, but what can I say, you can’t help being sexy. It’s a blessing and a curse. 😉
This was a scary story done with bone-chilling perfection. There were a couple of times I got cold and thought the ceiling fan was on–it wasn’t.
I liked the natural progression of the story, how each characters darkness stood out more as the story went. It isn’t easy to give a character his or her own world while keeping the story in check and allowing for each story line to merge and form into a coherent piece of masterful awesomeness.
Christie Stratos is a rock star. One who plays words the way Hendrix played the guitar.
5 out 5 Dark Stars