It’s been a year since The Whisperer has been killed.
My own personal stalker, serial killer, all-around insane animal is gone for good. Then why am I hearing voices? What the hell is wrong with me? I put up a good front. I put on a good face. Some days I do better than others. But the truth is, I don't know if I will ever be the same.
You have no idea what's about to happen. Hell, I don’t even know what will happen. I'm changed and I don't know if I can find my way back. I just know I’m angry all the time. I’m depending on Sam and Lillie. They may be my only hope for survival.
The greatest gift my mom ever gave me was my own library card at age ten. She recognized the writer in me far before I did. I was that book geek hanging out at the library every Saturday. I stepped through those doors into an imaginary world in which I could escape. I could be anyone; do anything I wanted. I was hooked on reading first, then came the desire to create my own stories, thus a writer was born.
I write in multiple genres. I have a thriller series, a YA Fantasy/Paranormal series, a YA Urban Fantasy angel series, and a Ghost story. I’ve also written a nonfiction book under the pen name Sherich Reison. I reside with my husband, Chris, and two fur babies, Maisie and Max.
I really enjoyed seeing the author delve more into each character, their point of views and their involvement in the plot. For Angie we are able to see it’s always going to be a constant battle within yourself and Angie does what she can to never let what happened to her before happen again. I thought the revelation about Eigna was a really interesting twist. Wounds are deep, even ones she hadn’t realized where there. They affect her more than she would want to admit. Both Sam and Lillie were amazing, each doing what they could in their investigation while being their for Angie even at her darkest. In the end, she has them and her fighting spirit remains.