Publishing Date: March 2014
Publisher Description: Our world is no longer our own.
We engineered a race of superior fighters–the Manti, mutant humans with insect-like abilities. Twenty-five years ago they all but destroyed us.
In Sanctuary, some of us survive. Eking out our existence. Clinging to the past.
Some of us intend to do more than survive. Asha and Pax—strangers and enemies—find themselves stranded together on the border of the last human city, neither with a memory of how they got there. Asha is an archivist working to preserve humanity’s most valuable resource—information—viewed as the only means of resurrecting their society. Pax is Manti, his Scarab ship a menacing presence in the skies over Sanctuary, keeping the last dregs of humanity in check. But neither of them is really what they seem, and what humanity believes about the Manti is a lie. With their hearts and fates on a collision course, they must unlock each other’s secrets and forge a bond of trust before a rekindled conflict pushes their two races into repeating the mistakes of the past.
Review: Cover art looks like a discarded fashion magazine cover of Kathy Ireland.
This was really painful to get through. Endless pages of dialogue that follows a loosely defined story-line and no plot. Asha and Pax meet in weird circumstances and he holds back on “raping her” as she is pure human and he is attuned to females who are sending hormonal signals of reproduction. So from there they kinda run around getting horny or beat up all for ????? It just so happens that Pax is the son of the Manti Amir which makes him a kind of…..(wait for it)….PRINCE! There is the usual human resistance effort along with the Manti “Rebelion'” blah blah blah.
This fooking novel goes nowhere, takes the reader nowhere and reduces characters to exhibiting surface emotions with no inner development of any substantive worth. Now why was this painful to get through? The author used the tried and true scene development word crutches like; “growled, growl, mumbled, muttered, frown, frowned and frowning”. Over and over and over. There are chapters devoted to the “50 shades of grey” approach to writing that Nora first capitalized on. Here it just comes off mechanical as the author has no talent in developing the characters to the point that you could possibly like them enough to envision their sex.
The novel has no plot, lots of dialogue, word crutches, poor character development and a wandering story-line. The characters are self-centered myopic douche bags that think the center of the universe starts and ends with them, especially their annoying “nuzzling” or “nibbling”. Fug.