Title: The Gathering
Author: Kelley Armstrong
Maya lives in a small medical-research town on Vancouver Island. How small? You can’t find it on the map. It has less than two-hundred people, and her school has only sixty-eight students – for every grade from kindergarten to twelve. Now, strange things are happening in this claustrophobic town, and Maya’s determined to get to the bottom of them. First, the captain of the swim team drowns mysteriously in the middle of a calm lake. A year later, mountain lions start appearing around Maya’s home, and they won’t go away. Her best friend, Daniel, starts getting negative vibes from certain people and things. It doesn’t help that the new bad boy in town, Rafe, has a dangerous secret – and he’s interested in one special part of Maya’s anatomy: Her paw-print birthmark.
Maya is a sassy confident girl who lives in a tiny town that’s basically just a medical research town. When a new kid comes, it’s a huge event. However, Rafe, who in Maya’s eyes, seems like the biggest player who ever set foot in the town. When weird things start happening though, Rafe is the only one she can really turn to. Understanding the secrets that belong to her more than she understands them, Rafe slowly shows her his world, and soon to be hers. As things take a turn for the worst, secrets are revealed and histories are uncovered.
Kelley Armstrong strings us along for another wild ride as she launches her new trilogy, ‘Darkness Rising’. The first novel to the book being the Gathering. A spin off from her Darkest Powers Trilogy, she includes characters (which, in the novel, make no appearances, but are mentioned) who were the main characters or the center of trouble in the Darkest Powers Trilogy. This book is amazing and Kelley Armstrong is a true talent.
“It was completely fifth garde and completely silly and I loved it, because he wasn’t afraid to be silly. It was like kissing him first – I could do whatever I wanted and not have to worry what he’d think of me.”
“He pulled back, barely a fraction, but I knew he was hurt. Why was it so easy to do that these days? For both of us. He wouldn’t want to talk about something, and I’de be hurt. Or I wouldn’t want to talk about something, and he’d be hurt. Or he’d invite me along with the guys, and I’d analyze every nuance of his voice and expression, worrying that he really didn’t want me along, was only being polite. Or, like the other night, I’d want to comfort him, but would be worried about how he might misinterpret that.
It never used to be like this. Maybe that’s just part of having a close friend of the opposite sex. As a kid, you don’t think anything about it. Then you’re a teenager, and you can’t help but think about it.”