Secrets and half-truths. These litter Renia Baranczka’s past, but the city of Paris has offered an escape and the refuge of a dream job. The specialty plant shop buzzes with activity and has brought her to a new friend, Alain. His presence buffers the guilt that keeps her up at night, dwelling on the endless replays of what happened to her sister.
All too suddenly, the City of Light seems more sinister when Alain turns up dead. His demise threatens every secret Renia holds dear, including the rare plant hidden in the shop’s tiny nook. It emits a special fragrance that can erase a person’s memory—and perhaps much more than that.
As Renia races to figure out the extent of the plant’s powers, she’s confronted by figures from her past who offer a proposal she can’t outright refuse. Bit by bit, she descends into a menacing underworld of blackmarket mobsters, navigating threats and fending off abuse to protect the safe peaceful life she’s worked so hard for. Desperate to outwit her enemies, Renia maneuvers carefully, knowing one wrong move will destroy not only the plant, but the lives of her sister and herself.
I was given this book from NetGalley as an exchange for my honest review. I check the reviews before I began reading it and I was supper excited from all the great reviews I saw. How ever I didn’t enjoyed it as much as other people. It was supper slow for me. I enjoyed the plot idea. It was a good one but it seems the author took way too long in backstories that I wasn’t really interested on. 3/5 bookstacks.
One of my author friends decided to do a story by episodes on her own blog and well I wanted to help her share it. This is going to be on Sundays. Here is the first episode.
Episode 1- Kasey Conley
On a rainy, gloomy, terrible day I sat on my ass and did nothing. I did nothing so hard and well, I fell asleep. Whilst in my slumber, I dreamt of a time when life was just… happy. Joy wasn’t something I felt much so I stayed. The world I lived in was beautiful and bright. There weren’t always rainbows in the sky, but there wasn’t always the pain that I felt in the real world either.
One day, in my dream world, a man showed up. He had dark hair and eyes, a smile as beautiful and bright as a sunset, and a voice that could make anyone drop their jaw. The thick accent was straight out of London and a big plus too. He just walked into my dream house like he owned it, seeming to be shocked when I noticed him, then sat down with a coffee mug. Just sat there and his confusion morphed into a smile, until I asked who he was and why he was in my house.
“I’m your dream man, darling.” He answered.
“My dream man? I didn’t know I dreamt of a man.”
He stood, his frame tall and built. He then bent and the waist in a small bow and added a flourish with his hand. “Bray Daniels at your service.”
“Daniels? As in Jack?” I asked. It sounded made up to me.
“It’s your name, dear,” He chuckled.
“My dream man has a dream name?” No way was I that into Jack Daniels.
He smiled bigger. “Of course, how else am I to introduce myself?”
My arms crossed over my chest. “What if I don’t want a man?” I liked my independence and my house the way I had it, thank you very much.
He shrugged. “I guess I could just leave.” Setting his mug down, he walked towards the door.
Holy shit, he was serious! “W..wait,” I stuttered shyly. “I guess I don’t have anyone else to talk to here and I’m just out of people practice. Please, stay.”
He paused with his hand on the door. “You didn’t dream up a man, remember?” The hurt in his voice was plain as day.
I walked him and touched his arm. “If I didn’t dream you, what are you doing here?”
He turned slowly to bring his roughened hands to cup my face. “To love you as no one has. Whether you dreamt me up or not, I was made to love you.” And then, just as his lips were going to caress mine…
I woke up
Four teenagers. A cottage by the beach. A scary secret kept by the locals.
And those who come at night …
A classic teen horror story in a gothic setting told in a modern voice, They Come at Night was originally published in Danish to great reviews, and is now available in English.
“Fun, creepy and thrilling! Wauw, it was a good book!”
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“A refreshing read that will quench any book lovers’ thirst for horror”
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“A true pleasure to read—I just couldn’t put it down!”
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They Come at Night has everything for fans of horror, mystery, thrills and suspense. It’s direct, funny and scary. For fans of The Fog, The Mist, Dead Sea and Lovecraftian tales. Try it instead of watching a cheesy B-movie!
The storm whipped cold raindrops into my face, making it hard to see. Lightning was flashing all around me, and the thunder grew louder with each clap.
Finally, I saw the lights from the windows. I snuck around the back, and through the window, I saw Chris lying on his bed, playing on his computer. I tapped the glass gently. He turned his head and looked directly at me, his eyes widening.
I waved and signaled for him to come and open the window.
He got up, but instead of coming to the window, he went to a drawer and took something out. He came over and opened the window ajar. “What do you want?” he asked, giving me a suspicious look.
“I just want to talk,” I said, pulling up my collar. I was soaked to the bone. “Would you please open it all the way?”
“You’re not coming in,” Chris said. He leaned forward and looked down at my feet. “And I won’t talk to you before you touch this …”
The thing he had been hiding behind his back was, of course, an anchor. He stuck it out the window.
“Sure, no problem.” I took the anchor, turning it over. “Satisfied?”
He nodded and looked a little bit less uneasy. “Give it back to me, please.”
I handed him back the anchor, and he opened the window all the way.
“Was that some sort of test?” I asked.
“Yes,” Chris said. “And you passed. I had to be sure you hadn’t become one of them.”
“Who is ‘them’?” I asked. “You have to tell me what you know, Chris. I think we might be in danger.”
“If you put up the anchor like I told you—”
“We didn’t put up the anchor!” I interrupted.
Chris’s eyes gleamed with fear.
“Tell me what the hell is going on around here!” I demanded.
“All right,” Chris said. “But keep your voice down.” He chewed his lip for a moment. Then, he started talking. “I don’t know when it started. Maybe it has always been like this. But you and your friends chose the worst time to come here. It only happens once a year, and never more than three nights in a row.”
“What happens?” I whispered.
“The tide, of course. It floods the whole area. But I guess you noticed by now. Everyone around here knows about it. We put up plenty of anchors, though, so no harm can come to us.”
“Who is trying to harm you?” I asked. “Who are they?”
Chris was about to answer, when lightning flashed, illuminating everything for a split second. The thunderclap followed immediately.
“They are lost souls,” he whispered. “They have been cursed to live in the ocean …”
This is the second book I read from this author. Its a quick easy read but one that makes your heart race. This book is about 4 teenagers who stole the keys of a cabin in the beach. But there was a darkness surrounded that area. Secrets that the people living there would not talk about. Now they must fight for their life but worst yet they will have to fight against each other.
I absolutely loved this book. I am becoming a huge fan of this author. I can’t wait to read more from him. I recommend this book, you wont regret reading it 🙂
I give this book 5/5 📚📚📚📚📚 bookstacks
About the author
About Nick Clausen
Began writing at the age of 18 with a promise of doing 1,000 words a day until he got a book published. Kept that promise 18 months and 13 manuscripts later. Done almost 30 books since then. Lived as a full-time writer since 2017. Began translating his books into English in 2019. Prefer horror, fantasy and sci-fi. Reside in Denmark. Is inspired by the stories of Stephen King, Neil Gaiman and Thomas Harris.