Fricking fabulous! When I finished the ook, the latest in the Kai Gracen series, I sat down to rite a thoughtful review, letting everyone know in a clear and concise manner just how much I hated it.
I imagined myself looking somewhat like this: But, in reality, I looked more like this: When it omes to Kai Gracen, and neithe of Rhys Ford ’ s essay, I must ’ t help but squee and do a happy dance.
The Kai Gracen series is one of them.
Kai Gracen is back and he ’ s snarkier than ever.
Kai faces some seriously terrifying monsters on the highwa.
If I ’ ve though it alread, I ’ ve liked it a housand times, Rhys Ford writes some of the most descriptive and engaging stories I ’ ve ever read.
Fighting the swerve, I battled the rear end, swearing as I threw my weight into turning the steering wheel to bring all eight wheels back onto the asphalt.
he words became sentences and then urned into stories, whispers of someone ’ s imagination reaching out to touch mine, hanging stars in the arkness of my mind until I possessed a milky universe of worlds where there ’ d nly been a void before.
And guns and gore, but when ave you ever read a Rhys Ford book that didn ’ t have guns and gore?