I’ve been a fan of Quent Cordair’s writing for some time now. With this book, he started releasing it one a chapter at a time, and I quickly realized I had just better wait until it was done. I knew I would get sucked in, finish a chapter, and then sit there on my hind legs like a begging puppy longing for more. I prefer to get into Quent’s stories without having to stop.
Quent clearly pulls from his upbringing in this story. He knows his Scripture and how it can be used by power hungry and unscrupulous people to gain control over others. I cringed as I heard characters using the good words to an evil end. It felt familiar yet sickening at the same time. As in other stories, Quent masterfully targets and yanks on multiple, typically conflicting, emotions at the same moment.
The pacing was interesting to say the least, and I’m not sure how to describe it without spoilers. But if you are at all like me, you may find yourself coming to a point where it starts to feel predictable, because yeah you know how it can go …yeah, they’re marching …yeah, they’re entitled …then BAM, something happens that makes you go, YES! That’ll show them! …Then Evil adapts, and you are trapped…reading through the night (a work night, dad gummit) to finish the ride.
But isn’t that what a good book is supposed to do?