Today I would like to welcome you all on my stop on the Blog Tour for Sleeper: The Red Storm By J.D. Fennell and I would like to share a review and an extract from the book, with all of you. Thank you very much to Emily from Dome Press for the invitation. Please do show some love to all the wonderful book bloggers on this blog tour by following and sharing their work. 🙂
Thank You very much to the publisher – The Dome Press for the review copy.
Genre: Historical Young Adult
Release date: 25 10 2018
Price*: Kindle £1.99 (GBP)/ Paperback £8.99 (GBP)
Kindle $4.99 (USD)/ Paperback $12.45 (USD)
Pages: ~ 288
My rating: 10/10
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What I learned from this book: You can’t trust anybody…
Description of the book: Will starling has been drafted into the SOE, joining forces with the French Resistance, but his memory is fractured and only occasional flashbacks reveal fragments of his past.
When his mission is compromised, Will suspects that he’s been betrayed. Back in London, he hears that VIPER are developing a deadly weapon. As he and MI5 agent Anna Wilder set out to destroy it, their every move is anticipated by their enemies.
While Will fights to prevent genocide, his sister, Rose, has become the key to VIPER’s future plans and is drugged to dull her kinetic powers. But Rose faces danger from an unexpected enemy and her time is running out.
How this book made me feel: Last week I shared the review of the first book in the Sleeper series (review here), which I absolutely loved, after reading the second part, all I can say is – AWESOME!
This time, we have a similar vibe as to the first part, all the story is still set during World War II, but this story has different goals. The protagonist of this novel is still Will, but in this book, we have a second person, adding to the story. I really liked Rose’s story, I think it is really sinister and very intriguing, and I really liked reading about her. This novel keeps some of the earlier characters, but at the same time, it adds a very wide variety of new characters. I think it is really needed because the mortality rate is very high in this book. 😀 😀 😀 Will is still my favourite, even though his assassin skills keep improving, his near-death experiences are even more extreme, he still has this charm about him and whatever he does. 😀 This book always keeps me on the edge. 😀
I really liked the way J.D turned the narrative of this book. We still have the same historical war feeling, but at the same time, this novel has a lot of futuristic aspects. I like it, but it makes me wonder, what is going to happen in the next book because at the moment I prefer that historical feeling over lasers and fancy spaceships… There is already plenty of those kinds of books. 😉
The plot of this book never stays still, Will keeps running and the action never stops. Every chapter has something new, unexpected turns and twists didn’t allow me to get comfortable with a particular scenario, and that’s what kept me glued to this book. I am pretty sure that the reader could understand what is going on without reading the first part, but to fully understand Will’s and other character’s backgrounds, I would recommend reading the first book as well.
The writing style didn’t change much, it is still very well researched, detailed but at the same time easy and pleasant to read. The chapters are pretty short and fly pretty fast. I really liked that the author chose different settings for the book, I liked reading about different countries and it’s people. The ending is concluding this part very nicely but at the same time left me very curious and intrigued by the upcoming books.
So, to conclude, if you like spy stories, filled with action, great characters and incredible adventures, you have to read this book! I really hope that one day the movies will be made because these books are perfect for the big screen. 🙂 This is one of my favourite series, and I can’t wait to read the next book. 🙂 Enjoy!
About the Author: J.D. was born in Belfast at the start of the Troubles, and began writing stories at a young age to help understand the madness unfolding around him. A lover of reading, he devoured a diverse range of books – his early influences include Fleming, Tolkien, Shakespeare and the Brontës. He left Belfast at the age of nineteen and worked as a chef, bartender, waiter and later began a career in writing for the software industry. These days he divides his time between Brighton and London, where he lives with his partner and their two dogs.
J.D.’s debut, Sleeper, was published by The Dome Press in April 2017.
Website – https://www.sleeperbook.com/ / Twitter – @jd_fennell
Extract: Murder In Mornington Crescent
London, 13th July 1943
Ilia Koslov’s right hand nestles firmly against the comforting warm steel of the Nagant pistol concealed in the pocket of his green trench coat. Drawing on the end of a Woodbine, he exhales a bitter grey cloud of smoke and crosses Hampstead Road, hurrying towards the glossy red-tiled fortress that is Mornington Crescent tube station. Under the rim of his fedora, tilted forward to obscure his face, he glances up and down the road. It is still early and dark. Traffic is thin and most Londoners will be sleeping or eating their breakfast rations.
He ignored the wizened old guard who bids him good morning and presses the button to call the lift. He hears it creaking and cranking as the steels chamber is hauled to ground level. He pulls apart the lift gates and hesitates. The London underground is nothing more than a glorified tomb. Full of ghosts and hidden corpses; many taken by his own hand. He shudders and tries not to think about it. Once again he has a job to do and he must be swift.
As the lift lowers deep into the earth, his hand grips the pistol, pointing it forward. The steels box arrives and he slides open the gates, his eyes alert, his gun ready. The tiled corridor beyond is full of shadows, but he is confident there is no one there yet. He edges forward, glancing left then right before making his way to the agreed meeting spot on platform one.
The platform seems unusually clean. The rectangular cream tiles that line the walls, and the blue and red tube symbol, have a sheen to them. Perhaps Agent Sedova has cleaned the place to impress him. He chuckles darkly at his little joke as he walks the length of the platform, his eyes assessing every corner and every shadow. He steps back from the platform at the rattle of an approaching train. The whoosh of cold air reeks of stale oil. He wrinkles his nose and studies his faint reflection in the windows of the train as it flies by. It feels like he is watching a live movie reel of himself. He straightens up, pushes out his chest and affects a pose like Clark Gable. Something hard presses into his back. He freezes and grips the Nagant, his pulse racing. In the windows he sees the outline of the agent behind him. He swallows and curses himself for letting his guard down and, even more, curses Clark Gable.
‘Remove your hands from your pockets and put them in the air,’ says Agent Sedova.
Koslov feels his spine ice over and does as he is told.
Sedova’s hands search his pockets. The agent finds the Nagant and tosses it to the rail track. ‘Why are you here?’
‘I… I have news,’ Koslov replies.
‘There has been a change of direction…’ He leaves the sentence hanging, in an effort to assert some control over his predicament.
Agent Sedova pokes his back harder with the pistol.
‘The British spy is dead.’
Sedova lets out a heavy sigh. ‘Do not try my patience. Which spy?’
He thinks it is odd that Sedova says nothing, and, for a moment, he thinks the agent has disappeared. He turns to looks but the pistol is thrust into his back again.
‘This is not news, Koslov. Is that it? Is that all you have?’
‘No. We are to find the sister. Our leaders are very interested in what she is capable of doing.’
‘You and me. We work together like an alliance.’
‘But you were sent here to kill me.’
Koslov feels his stomach twisting. How did Sedova know this?
‘No, no, no.’
He hears a second train approaching. A distraction. ‘Agent Sedova, let me explain.’ He whirls around, his arms raised in a conciliatory gesture.
‘I did not say you could move.’ Sedova is holding a British silencer pistol, aimed at his chest. ‘Move towards the edge of the platform.’
Koslov feels the blood drain from his face. ‘Please, Agent Sedova. I have a family.’
The rattle of the train drowns out the phut of the silencer as a sharp pain explodes in his chest.
‘So do I,’ says Sedova.
Confusion fills Koslov’s mind as he falls backwards, thudding hard onto the track below. He hears the train approaching and thinks he might catch it and go home and see his beloved Misha and their daughter Sasha. His eyes blink and he looks up to see Agent Sedova looking down on him with cold, hard eyes. Angry or sad he cannot tell. He opens his mouth to speak but something screeches nearby and then everything goes black.
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