Title: Fractures (Echoes #2)
Author: Alice Reeds
Genre: Young Adult, Mystery, Thriller
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Augh. Miles? Fiona? What is happening? I love it. I hate it. I can’t deal.
If you read Echoes you know what to expect going into Fractures, and Alice Reeds does not disappoint! As a matter of fact, she doubles up!
Miles and Fiona are off the Island; the hunt is not on, but they are still in the clutches of the Briola Bio-Tech peeps. The dark corporation takes a more insidious turn this book as Alice Reeds cracks open the bad apple and takes us into the Garden of Evil. The new mind fracture has them in Poland at a villa where they are being tortured by Briola, as well as on a remote freighter searching for survival in unsurvivable conditions.
I spend half the time reading the books in this series, asking myself how the characters aren’t having psychotic breaks when I should be asking how I’m not having one. These books are mind twisters. There is massive brain gymnastics doin’ happening. I very much enjoy the stories, but by the end of the book, I need a nap. And a hug. Because Alice Reeds makes me scared of the world outside–it’s happening somewhere, isn’t it? I think it probably is.
Be scared and read Echoes first and then pick up Fractures and let it blow your mind.
I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary advance copy of this book.
Title: Fractures (Echoes #2)
Author: Alice Reeds
Genre: Young Adult, Mystery, Thriller
Release Date: 02 June 2020
They survived a plane crash.
They survived life on a deserted island.
They survived being hunted.
Now they must survive the truth—they are not who they think they are.
One minute they’re in Poland, subjected to gruesome tests they keep failing. No friends to support them. No family to claim them. No hope of ever living a normal life again.
Then suddenly, they’re trapped on an abandoned freighter in the middle of the ocean and forced to fight for survival. No food. No drinkable water. No way to get home. And strange memories of another life they don’t understand.
But how can they be living two separate lives, trapped in two separate places, at the same time? They’ll have to find the connection and uncover secrets that someone went to great lengths to keep hidden…if they’re going to survive long enough to find out who is behind it all.
Fractures Excerpt:
First, we were told we were going to LA, then that we were going home. But California didn’t look like this, and neither did Florida.
“Where the fuck are we?” Fiona asked next to me, her voice wavering. In classic Fiona style, she was trying to put up a tough front, but I knew better. She was scared. And slowly but surely, so was I.
“I don’t know,” I said again, just as unhelpful this time as before. How could I know anything more than she did—and yet my cluelessness still felt like another of my shortcomings, another sign of failure.
Hating this feeling of helplessness, this complete loss of control, I tried to focus on sorting out where we might be. The letters PL were on all the license plates, I’d noticed. Did that stand for a country, and if so, which one?
Winding streets led us through an even denser forest and up some kind of mountain or hill, the turns getting sharper, more precarious, until we took a right onto a smaller, private-looking road. Asphalt gave way to gravel and then a big dark metal fence rose before us with a giant gate decorated with spikes and iron vines and roses. Just to the left of it was a security booth, the door opening as we drew closer. In a way it reminded me of home, the gated community my house was in. But the similarities stopped there.
A middle-aged man with thinning hair, wearing an impeccably clean uniform—white dress shirt, navy tie, and black pants, with polished shoes—stepped out of the booth and walked toward our car. We came to a halt before the gate, the driver lowering his window and greeting the security man in a language I couldn’t understand. It sounded Russian, or something similar, like a slightly whispered rustling, words full of sh and ch sounds with a rough edge to them.
“Welcome back home, Oscar and Kellie,” the security guard said with a smile toward us, in flawless English. Why is he using our new names? “It’s good to see you two again; you were gone a bit longer than expected, weren’t you? Well I’m glad you’re okay and made it back, so I won’t hold you up too long. Surely you’re tired and want to go inside and relax.”
Fiona and I just stared at him, which didn’t seem to bother him. He walked back to his booth casually as if all of this was normal. But nothing he’d said made sense.
Soundlessly the metal gate began to swing inward, the driver closing his window before setting the car back into motion.
“Miles…” Fiona said, gripping my hand. She didn’t finish, and I didn’t need her to.
“I’m here,” I told her. Because this much I knew: “Whatever this is, we’re facing it together.”
About Alice Reeds:
Alice Reeds was born in a small town in Germany but spent her first eight years in Florida, USA. Later on, she moved back to Europe, where her family moved around a lot; this led books, music and writing become Alice’s best friends. In her free time Alice mostly writes, reads, or watches countless Let’s plays.
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