Men of the Cave (Book One)
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Blurb:
Raised by unorthodox parents, Kasey Reese has always
struggled to be invisible, to not be noticed, to avoid conflict. Running from a
broken relationship, Kasey flees to Spain on a scholarship, to restore the
comfort she finds in anonymity. Destiny, however, has other plans for her - a
life threatening, life-altering journey into the supernatural when she meets
the men of the cave.
Excerpt:
Hidden behind tall trees, I came
to a small natural clearing of low grass. In this patch, the twins battled with
swords. I could tell they had been at this for a while. Sweat soaked their
shaggy hair. Droplets poured down their bare muscular chests. It was hard to
distinguish who was who. One wore black shorts and the other blue. They grunted
with every swing, and I could see all their teenage boy muscles flex when their
swords struck.
“Clink, clank,” the swords
sounded with each smack. Their footwork was impressive as they anticipated the
other’s move. They were in a dangerous synchronized dance. I recognized the
swords from research for an extensive history report. The assignment was on the
Roman Coliseum and the Gladiators. The men used these swords during the
mid-first century. I couldn’t believe the twins were fighting with this type of
sword.
sounded with each smack. Their footwork was impressive as they anticipated the
other’s move. They were in a dangerous synchronized dance. I recognized the
swords from research for an extensive history report. The assignment was on the
Roman Coliseum and the Gladiators. The men used these swords during the
mid-first century. I couldn’t believe the twins were fighting with this type of
sword.
The swords were about two feet
long with a diamond cut, pointed tip. They swung them around with ease and
precision as if they were mere batons. Is this what these boys did for fun? One
twin thrust his sword straight down toward the other, but he masterfully
blocked the strike. I found it odd they fought with no shields like true Roman
Gladiator would have. The twins locked with swords crossed, and the twin in blue
fell to one knee. The twin in black, almost sinister said, “I have you now.”
long with a diamond cut, pointed tip. They swung them around with ease and
precision as if they were mere batons. Is this what these boys did for fun? One
twin thrust his sword straight down toward the other, but he masterfully
blocked the strike. I found it odd they fought with no shields like true Roman
Gladiator would have. The twins locked with swords crossed, and the twin in blue
fell to one knee. The twin in black, almost sinister said, “I have you now.”
He swung his sword over his head
like a helicopter, then aimed it dead on at his brother’s chest. The twin on
the floor tried to block the oncoming sword. A tragic miss. His brother’s sword
plunged into his chest.
like a helicopter, then aimed it dead on at his brother’s chest. The twin on
the floor tried to block the oncoming sword. A tragic miss. His brother’s sword
plunged into his chest.
I gasped as the twin fell
struggling with his last few breaths. Like a movie scene, the victor’s
sword pierced through the young boy’s body. The twin fell to the ground. The
sword handle stuck out of his chest and the tip out of his back.
struggling with his last few breaths. Like a movie scene, the victor’s
sword pierced through the young boy’s body. The twin fell to the ground. The
sword handle stuck out of his chest and the tip out of his back.
His brother smiled and said,
“Finally,” then left through a path on the other side of the clearing.
“Finally,” then left through a path on the other side of the clearing.
I bent over and tried to
breathe. My body shook. I felt as if someone twisted my stomach like a soaked
towel. I took a few steps forward and looked around. I heard nothing, only
silence. I hurried to reach the brother lying dead before me.
breathe. My body shook. I felt as if someone twisted my stomach like a soaked
towel. I took a few steps forward and looked around. I heard nothing, only
silence. I hurried to reach the brother lying dead before me.
“Martin, John…,” I whispered.
The boy didn’t move. I took another step forward to see his face. As I peered
over his shoulder, his haunting open eyes and mouth sent me into a complete
earthquake. Panicked, I staggered backwards. My back felt the prickly sting of
a Juniper tree. Then I ran. I sobbed, and sprinted as fast as I could. I
anticipated seeing the winding driveway that would lead me out of this
monstrous nightmare.
The boy didn’t move. I took another step forward to see his face. As I peered
over his shoulder, his haunting open eyes and mouth sent me into a complete
earthquake. Panicked, I staggered backwards. My back felt the prickly sting of
a Juniper tree. Then I ran. I sobbed, and sprinted as fast as I could. I
anticipated seeing the winding driveway that would lead me out of this
monstrous nightmare.
Review:
Overall,
I liked this book…Marisette Burgess creates a very interesting and intriguing story
with the base for the plot containing a unique twist with Greek mythology and Catholicism. Now, I will say that the first part of the
book is a bit slow and even the characters seemed a tad underdeveloped; but by
the middle and end, the story and characters really shine. I also would have preferred a bit more to the
back story of the why’s and how’s to the whole immortality for the seven
brothers.
Ok,
so the main characters are Kasey and Dion… Kasey is a young woman that flew to
Spain to round out her education, specifically with Spanish language and
culture. Dion is a young man she meets
while staying with her host family. I
guess the best way I can describe Kasey and Dion’s relationship would be as
sweet and slow-moving; which can be a bit refreshing and does allow time for a
friendship to form between them before jumping right into a sexual
relationship. I also enjoyed the interaction
between the brothers and the showcasing of each of their “talents”.
“Men
of the Cave” is the 1st book in a 3 book series… and I’m looking
forward to reading the next book to discover where this journey is going to
lead.
3.5 Stars ~Kathy
About the Author
Florida girl whose never seen snow. I believe white should be worn at funerals,
not black. Studied at the University of Central Florida for a BA in English. If
I can avoid close-toed shoes, I do. Born from Cuban immigrant parents I spoke
Spanish before I spoke English. If you ever see me staring blankly into
nothing, then my head is in a story.
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