This review contains spoilers from the first book, Chimera.
If I could marry Rob Thurman’s characters, I would. However, that would probably require magic and moving to Utah, and I can’t do one and have no desire to do the other.
It’s been three years since Stefan broke Michael out of the hell hole that was the Institute and during that time the younger Korsak, because despite not being related by blood, they really are brothers, has been learning how to be a normal teenager, or at least as normal as an assassin who’s been trained since birth can be. The brothers have settled in Cascade Falls, Oregon, where Misha’s been trying to find a cure to deactivate the killer gene that’s in all of the Institute’s children. To do this, he’s been studying biochemistry and neurology at a PhD level and has been assisted by a 22-year-old genius in New York City named Ariel, who’s a researcher at the Weill Cornell Medical College who, of course, doesn’t really know who she’s helping or what she’s helping him do.
However, you know that the mostly idyllic life they’ve built for themselves cannot go on forever, particularly when they realize that they not only have to deal with Marcus Belluci, who’s still out there, but another shady government agent named Raynor has been hunting for Michael as well.
There really isn’t too much else to tell. The plot is fairly simple and straightforward, but I can’t talk about it without giving too much away because, as with all of Thurman’s books, there are twists and turns in the story that you didn’t see coming, though some you can guess.
I liked how this book was from Misha’s point of view. His take on everyday things is laugh-out-loud funny (lolcats anyone?) as are his continued attempts to be a normal teenager and to convince Stefan that his is not, in fact, a kid. And I love that Godzilla and Saul were back. Saul had a much bigger part in the second book than he did in the first and I loved it. The way he severely antagonized Misha, sometimes even unwittingly, was hilarious. And we find more things out about the Institute and what they were up to outside of its walls that is a bit terrifying and that, coupled with some things that happened at the end, should ensure that Thurman will have plenty of more books to write.
Nobody, and I mean nobody, writes guys, particularly brothers, better than Thurman. She gives them heart without making them sappy wimps. Her trademark sarcastic, witty banter between characters is present, as are great action scenes and a thrilling plot with healthy doses of tension and gut-wrenching drama thrown in.
Fans of the first book should eat up this one up, as it’s just as good as the first in the series. There’s no mention of third installment, but I don’t see how her publishers can’t be clamoring for one, I know I am.