I am vociferously passionate about good books. And I hate adverbs.
There is rage. And fear. And anticipation.
I think I can safely say that this writing has pulled me in.
Now it is proceeding with shaking me to the core, pissing me off, and delivering an insane amount of fear of what is to come.
Stopped reading at 3.30 am, so I'm dead on my feet today.