Zack, Carly, Dan, and Sarah all have senses that are either too good, or not good enough - a deaf cello player who plays to packed houses, a blind man who can see to the stars and paints pictures hung in galleries, a nose that can smell everything to the point that cocaine is needed to dull the sense, and a tongue that can break down the ingredients in Col. Sanders secret KFC recipe!
The villain is a nice young boy who happens to think he is in Corey Hart's "Sunglasses at Night" music video. Really, dude - lose the sunglasses. Problem is - once you see what is behind the shades, you might wish that The Guardian left them on.
Past lives and star crossed lovers have waited millennia for just the right moment to take out their arch enemy - but was it really just fate that put them in the moment or was there something else pulling the puppet strings all along? What happens when you have finished the roller coaster ride of multiple reincarnations and find out that you are on your last one? What exactly is with the hourglass on the cover? Why is this labyrinth made of material that just usually isn't associated with your run of the mill carnie fun house maze.
And why does everything have to end when the alcoholic finally lands a beautiful stripper and goes straight? Maybe it is just crappy luck, or maybe that nice young boy in the sunglasses might know the answer - why don't you just go up and ask him? I am sure you are dying to know....
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Zari must have some dark space in his head that sprung forth in the writing of this novel. A nice benefit of reading the book is that you can visit these dark spaces, close the book, and put it on a shelf in your basement if you are scared. Zari must have had to put it on paper to get the light shining in those spots again - and I am sure it was a much longer process...
The story reminded me in a way of Stephen King in the sense that Zari just drops The Guardian into the story and doesn't really go into detail about the how or why he is there. But, Zari leaves little doubt that The Guardian is a bad, bad man..... If you hire body guards and the company sent you The Guardian, you might want to ask for a refund for misrepresentation... LOL. I am not saying this is a distraction or a weakness at all - just a comparison that jumped to mind. Heck, if Stephen King can drop a dome around a town in (where else) Maine, offer no explanation, and just start killing characters off - why should anyone else get into the mundane backgrounds before starting the book's body count?
Zari has a few scenes that "blew my mind" (or head off). One made me literally stop and call my co-blogger and share with him what I just read. Let's just say that after reading this book, I can never think of Russian Roulette quite the same way again. Why use a gun, when there are so many other options that are available?
In the end, Zari lifts the veil and nicely wraps things up by explaining things for those in the audience who need that sort of thing. Me? I was too interested in The Guardian's modis operandi to really care, but the author did look out for the inquisitive souls that just had to know.
All in all, this was a strong and well thought-out, novel. For a few dollars, check out Dorian Zari's book and show your support for this talented Indie Author!
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