A family of genetically divergent women have lived among us for thousands of years, their rapid healing and long life marking them as targets of fear and hatred. A seemingly chance meeting with a woman named Ariel drags John Rogers into both a hidden society and a family war.
The narration is pedantic, stodgy, and overwrought with exposition that may or may not further develop the story. Character description of John Rogers hinges on name dropping, half of the anger fueling the war is based on incestuous desire, and the sex scenes are just tediously boring. The premise and setting failed to convince, and the thrills failed to deliver. Nothing like the works of Crichton or King, possibly less engaging than Cronin's The Passage which I could not make myself finish.
Advanced Reader Copy copy courtesy of Netgalley; differences may exist between uncorrected galley text and the final edition.