AnnaLund2011

I am dead on my feet from running with Mac. She is hell-on-wheels, and the action just never stops. It is exhausting, and rewarding to read these books.There is also heartbreak and tears, and deep, hollow agony in sorrow. Some favorites:"I am agony. I am the other side of death denied the mercy of it."or"I am Mac.And I am back."and finally:"I showed you in this form, as in any other, that you are mine—and I take care of what is mine." (Barrons' words, this time, not Mac's.)I am reading this series like a locomotive, never veering, never looking away, all the way to the end station. I am completely immersed in this world of Silvers, Fae, sidhe-seers and magic. I am also in agony, now, when I put this one down, to turn to the last book on my bedside table. Sorrow. Harsh, unyielding sorrow. Please? It simply cannot be? Tell me it's not true?