Title: Until
I Die Again
Author: Gary
Caruso
Genre: Dark
YA, Romantic Thriller 15+
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MY REVIEWS:
Our Souls to Keep (Our Souls to Keep #1)
Wake makes a deal with Satan to try to
save his mother's soul and becomes a human/demon hybrid collector of
souls for Hell. I thought the writing was pretty good but the pacing
was really slow. I didn't really start liking this until towards the
end. The story is really straight forward and unflinching in its
violence and horror aspects. I thought a lot of it was really kind of
sad but I couldn't find it within myself to forgive Wake for what he
was doing. He has his reasons but I didn't think that was enough. It
is kind of hard to make a demon a sympathetic character. 3.5 stars.
Until I Die Again (Our Souls to Keep #2)
by Gary A. Caruso
This book begins with Wake being
horribly tortured in Hell. This book is scary with all the horrors
that are happening to Wake. His character seems more evolved in this
story. I still didn't really like him but I didn't hate him either
and I didn't want him to fail. The writing is good. The pacing is
faster in this book and it is exciting. I was liking this second book
better than the first. 4 stars.
Blurb:
In Until
I Die Again,
the highly anticipated sequel to Our
Souls to Keep,
Wake is alone in Hell, comforted and tormented by the memory of
Annemarie. As session after session of torture on Bethany's table
moves Wake closer to surrendering the last remaining fragments of his
humanity, he receives information from an unlikely source. Nevin
tells him that Annemarie's son Jacob is still in danger.
After
discovering the true nature of Lucifer's plan for Jacob, Wake is
determined to do the impossible—escape the Gates of Hell! He soon
finds out that this unlikely task isn’t his greatest challenge.
Wake learns the true meaning of self-sacrifice and the ultimate
consequence of death as he searches for a way to break his contract
with Satan. With an all-out war between Heaven and Hell in the near
future, and the destiny of humanity at stake, Wake must decide who to
trust as he battles to save a young boy from the powerful forces of
Hell.
Author
Bio:
Gary Caruso
lives in northern Virginia with his wife Jill, but their favorite
place is in Ohio with their three beautiful grandchildren. Although
Gary is exhilarated when he sits down to write, teaching middle
school science is his first love. He’s passionate about empowering
students to make thoughtful decisions and positive choices in life.
Gary enjoys reading, especially fiction that blurs the line between
what’s real and what’s fantasy. He never imagined becoming a
writer until an ordinary car ride on a spring day jolted an unlikely
thought into his head. Gary’s early experience writing is a
reminder that no matter how intimidating the challenge, action and
determination are the foundations for fulfilling any dream. Gary has
an insatiable love for writing, a blessing he’s excited to share
with his readers.
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Excerpt:
How much agony can a man endure before he surrenders every precious thought of the woman he holds most dear? I’ve lost count of the successive days of torture. Time after time, long, flat strips of glowing hot iron are pressed onto my exposed arms and legs. They sear away the flesh, layer by layer, almost to the bone, and the pungent smell of charring meat and the crackling of curling skin dominate my senses. I struggle to keep a lucid image of Annemarie’s beautiful smile in mind and remember the gentle touch of her soft fingertips as they glide across the coarse skin of my cheek. It’s the only string of goodness that remains from my vanishing humanity, but the torment of every exposed nerve scratches at my soul, seeking to push me beyond the edges of insanity.
How much agony can a man endure before he surrenders every precious thought of the woman he holds most dear? I’ve lost count of the successive days of torture. Time after time, long, flat strips of glowing hot iron are pressed onto my exposed arms and legs. They sear away the flesh, layer by layer, almost to the bone, and the pungent smell of charring meat and the crackling of curling skin dominate my senses. I struggle to keep a lucid image of Annemarie’s beautiful smile in mind and remember the gentle touch of her soft fingertips as they glide across the coarse skin of my cheek. It’s the only string of goodness that remains from my vanishing humanity, but the torment of every exposed nerve scratches at my soul, seeking to push me beyond the edges of insanity.
Like a vise clamped
on a piece of wood, my teeth clench into my lower lip until they
eventually pierce through. I’m repulsed by the sour, metallic taste
of my demon blood, but the pain refocuses my determination and keeps
me from begging for mercy. The pain will stop if I surrender what
remains of my broken humanity. As another bolt of pain tears at my
body, I tighten my jaw again. I can’t crumble on Bethany’s table.
I refuse to give her the pleasure.
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