![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() You see, Nate is an empath, as are the other Blacks, all with varying ranges of powers. I didn't just get high quality with this book this was downright stellar writing and is the author at his best.įor years, twenty-one-year-old Nathaniel Black has kept his head down, knowing all too well how people in his hometown of Brookside, Texas see him and his infamous family. I left all my expectations save for one at the proverbial door before starting this novel, and that one expectation was the high quality of storytelling I've gotten used to from Hassell. All of my Santino Hassell reads have been contemporary romances-his Five Boroughs series, his co-written Cyberlove series, and his short story in the Follow Me Into Darkness anthology-so his new paranormal romantic suspense series, The Community, is something new for me, although he has other previously published work under the same or similar genres (I actually have one standalone and one anthology, Stygian and Lead Me Into Darkness, respectively, waiting on my e-reader to be read). ![]()
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![]() Adam was not human and hadn't been for a long time. Benny had been so afraid-in addition to all the blood and pain. He'd been forced to leave me naked and vulnerable. But Adam had had to make two fast changes tonight and experienced a number of stressors. I could have done that, but what if they ran into Adam? Under normal circumstances, they'd be perfectly safe. I brought up the rear-though they had all suggested I stay down by the river. We all, except for whoever was carrying Benny, carried flashlights, which did a fair bit to destroy my night vision. ![]() Jim led the way and carried a couple of flares to flag down the ambulance with. The Owens brothers and Calvin took turns carrying Benny. I'd survived a long time by keeping my head down and blending in I wasn't going to change that just to make my bare feet feel better. ![]() ![]() Too many bad things happened to people who admitted too openly what they were without a powerful group behind them-and sometimes even with a powerful group behind them. It would have been better if I could have shifted into coyote, but I didn't know these men-and I don't make it a habit of telling everyone what I am. For the most part our footing was cheatgrass-covered basalt, not horrible hiking if I'd had shoes. ![]() THE ONLY BRUSH OR TREES IN THIS PART OF THE gorge that weren't cultivated-very little of the ground on either side of the river was cultivated-were right on the river. ![]() ![]() ![]() This is one of the moments in "Sag Harbor" when we feel its supremely gifted and elusive author showing his face through the deadpan self-mockery and digressive anecdotes of Benji's personality. It was a bad name because it was incomplete - both parts were true, the bright and the dark, the one we could see and the other one we couldn't." "Its true life was invisible to us but we called it firefly after its fractions. ![]() "Such a strange little guy." The firefly gets its name from "people time, when in fact most of its business went on when people couldn't see it," Benji reflects. "A black bug secret in the night," he tells himself. ![]() ![]() Millions of those living symbols of ephemerality are glimpsed by millions of kids across every American summer, but this one gets Benji thinking. One summer night in 1985, near the beach in the Long Island resort town that gives Colson Whitehead's "Sag Harbor" its title, Benji, the novel's awkward, African-American teenage hero, sees a firefly. ![]() |