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But Zluts is very real, and very much in need of a. Doedway everyone who Fucl to disappear into Rockton is granted access, you see, and Fuck local sluts in coedway with applicable skills are given preference--it's a very small town, a settlement, really, population numbering around Every person must fulfill a vital or at least necessary role.
Why does this tiny, tiny town very badly need a detective? A super secret town of criminals-in-hiding?? Maybe that's oversimplification, but yes. Criminals Free trensexul phone sex "the council" feel aren't high risk for repeat offenses and victims fleeing their locwl, all in the middle of k acres of frozen Yukon Territory, and surrounded by "residents" or comparatively iin, unless provoked, mountain people, and "hostiles" who like to nail human skulls to posts, marking land they consider theirs.
And the weirdness doesn't end there. With less than a handful of exceptions the sheriff, the doctor, etc. That means what happens in Rockton stays in Rockton. Only "Vegas" is in the woods, and there are no cell phones or internet access, so there is literally no way that anything you do during your tenure there will follow you back home. ALSO, there's a brothel run by one of the permanent residents. And maybe cannibals in those surrounding woods.
Sound speculative enough for you? So that's the setting. What about the characters? Sometimes a heroine does some stupid-ass thing, and you instantly hate her. You write her off as TSTL, and even if you don't stop reading the book immediately, there's a less than five percent chance of recovery. In fact, the trajectory of her self-inflicted discovery isn't just easy to track, it's downright understandable.
Commit a youthful indiscretion that haunts you into adulthood despite being both somewhat accidental and entirely justifiable as far as I'm concerned. I just want to tell my story. Because this is what I do. I play Russian roulette with Fate, knowing someday a therapist will break confidentiality and turn me in. Twelve years after you first started spinning that single bullet, instead of hearing the familiar click of an empty chamber, your hand jerks with the recoil of a live round, and the game is abruptly, irrevocably over.
That's how Casey Duncan finds herself in Rockton. I don't know how many of you are longtime Armstrong readers, but Clayton Danvers has been my 1 book boyfriend since I knew there was such a thing. I might occasionally become temporarily infatuated with someone new like Kaz Brekker or Grimbut I always, always revert back to Clay. Eric Dalton is a human version of Clay. That's not to say Armstrong took a readymade character, stripped him of his supernaturalness, and slapped a new name on him.
She created an entirely new character, carefully constructing him to so that he resembles a human version of one of her most beloved characters, but who is wholly his own person. Two separate roads whose journeys led to similar yet different destinations. I love the new version as much as I love our new heroine Casey. As for the mysterious mystery itself, I had no idea whodunnit by the time we got to the Big Reveal, but when all was explained: I didn't immediately follow how Casey had come to her realization, but 2.
I wasn't terribly shocked either, So that's where the four star rating comes from, despite my love of the world and the characters. Highly recommended to anyone who likes a side of dark with their twisty.