I’m near tears. And I’m up after 12 o’clock (okay, that’s impressing for me). This story is
just pure dynamite and whatever I try to say about the Last Fight (Everyone knows
there just has to be a Last Fight) would not encompass even a fraction of the nerve-
racking, breath-taking, heart-leaping action and emotional attack of it.
The characters - if you could call these warm-hearted, generous, annoying, smart-
mouthed, human people for something as impersonal and cold as “characters” - are
nothing short of astounding. Alive. They could as well be sitting around my kitchen table
helping themselves to some apples and chocolate (probably most impolitely retorting my
sour remarks of “thieves” with such witty remarks that would make it impossible for me
to be angry at them). I don’t want this story to end because I don’t want this
relationship I have with them to ever end.
This novel has everything except an over-cute-love-tale-à-la-Harlequin romance:.
Humour. Suspension. Originality. Mystery. Emotion.
And something to tell the world.
Something about values long ignored.
Something an agnostic like me embraces as vigorously as any Christian.
Something about caring and helping.
Something about love.
Review of FlashPoint, author Frank Creed
By —Mallin Solstroud, author
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