Andrea Varney spent her childhood in cemeteries, finding a certain peace in the quiet cities of the dead. As the first whispers of the dead fill her ears, Andrea learns of a mission she must to remember the dead who have lost their hold in the memories of the living. The world depends on it. Darren Jacobs feels something peculiar when Ms. Varney shakes his hand. Saying nothing, he looks at his fingers and wonders about the way she keeps looking at him. Drawn by a sparkling cloud of energy to a decrepit headstone, Darren feels the presence of the person below his feet and for a brief moment, knows everything about everyone buried in this hidden cemetery. Together, Andrea and Darren embark on an unthinkable journey to remember the dead. What they are doing has a higher purpose. Their simple plan is quickly changed, because something is determined to stop them. When the earth cracks and the first clawed hand reaches for the surface, they have to hurry. Originally from Auburn, Maine, T. G. Arsenault currently resides in California with his wife, Diana, and son, Christopher.
A truly great novel makes the reader emote, whether it’s with each turn of the page or after the book has been set down. A tale that can cause me to think back about its characters and themes a week after reading is one that accomplished a purpose. It took me on an adventurous journey, and like one of the main characters at the end, I’m still having trouble getting over it. Arsenault has made a strong entry into the world of fiction, namely horror, and I'm eagerly awaiting his next read.
Started off liking this book, then as the story (or lack thereof) progressed, began to like it less and less. The premise was decent. The execution, not so much. Too bad, too, because I really did want to like this book.