Hermatite is a magical read, with all the classic vampire essentials, ending on a cliff hanger which leaves you quietly pacing, eager for the next instalment.
Wavorly was a one dimensional character who spent the whole time repetitiously drumming it into the reader’s head just how awful vampires were and she was the only one who could see.. that is until she didn’t.
It was a grueling week of back to back terror, fraught emotion and highs and lows. Naturally, as a fan of such things, I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Do we embrace our destiny, our very nature and define it for ourselves or does destiny control us? Are we like pollen in the wind directed against our will with no influence to bear? And if the latter then what next?