Do I believe in 2012? #endtimes #kindle #mayan

Many people, after reading my novel, 2012 The Final Revelation,  have asked me if I believe in the “myth” about the 21st of December, 2012. Will the events depicted in my story really happen? When the predicted 5th age comes, will it really be the end times?

I answer “No,” but with a tiny caveat. I must confess, during my research into this subject,  I occasionally had a wee pang of concern. So many strange things do come together around this time however, I’m a happy optimist by nature, and a realist. The world won’t end for billions of years, when the sun expands and the earth is destroyed.

But, could “mankind” be greatly dimished by some disaster, eh, probably. It’s happened 65 million years ago with the dinosaurs so we can’t be blind to that. Something big will go down one day but, hopefully, it will be far in the future.

The fact is I admire and respect the ancient Maya civilization and their remarkable ability to study time. The most important thing to know about the Maya was their incredible knowledge of architecture, writing, mathematics, and the solar system. They charted the sky, every inch of it. The famous Stone of the Sun, housed in the National Museum in Mexico City, seems to indicate the end of an age looms ever closer.

Why did they do that? Could they see something we can’t? Is it the “end” or a “new beginning?” When is the actual date?

The Maya, and Aztecs who followed, called this the “the fifth and final age.” The actual end date, 21st of December, 2012,  is up for debate. Experts have analysed and done calculations, but whether the exact date is accurate, we don’t know. Perhaps they have mis-calculated? Perhaps not…

In my own novel, I tried to be as factual as possible. My main character, Andrew Cunningham, does not believe in the “end of days”. That makes him real. He’s a regular guy, trying to find the answer.

I am a writer and wrote a fictional story. Whether you believe or not, I find the subject fascinating.

I say let’s all be happy, love, live life to the fullest and pursue your dreams 🙂

Will I be in a ‘dark place’ on December the 21st?

I’ll let you know closer the time 😉

Lisa xox

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6 years to write a novel, then you wait for the reviews… #amwriting

I believe there is a comparison between creating a novel and having a child. Although I carried my little lump around for 6 years, when I held a real book in my hand it felt like my own child that I knew and loved.

I created it.

So precious, so beautiful.

Once it’s born you wait for the reviews. “So cute!” “Looks just like you!”

So, every so often, I visit my Amazon page and see if a new one has been posted. I can see the review count at the top of the page and, when the count has gone up, I freeze…

Then, I nervously scroll down and read it…

Are they going to tell me my baby is ugly?  :-O

I’ve had 20 reviews and so far, so good. When I read them I smile, say “Thank you God,” and feel happy that people liked my story. All that effort was worth it.

They think my baby is cute.

I love reading. I have always been fascinated with an authors imagination and the incredible ability to create stories. I especially love those ‘special’ books, the ones when, late at night, I’m tired and say: “Get to the end of this chapter Lisa, then you can sleep,” then I keep reading, “Just one more chapter…”

I wanted to write a story like that, a story that would be hard to put down.

Did I achieve it? I’m not sure yet. It is still early days.

Every book, even the best ones, get good and bad reviews. One day, I will receive a bad one.

It lurks there now, waiting…

Your book is ugly.

I don’t like your book.

How will I feel when I read it? I honestly don’t know. I do understand that all comments, especially the critical ones, become part of the learning process. This is my first novel and like any new author, we improve with time and experience.

I say that now, trying to sound strong!

I will let you know my reaction when it happens 😉 It will make for a funny blog!

Although a few of my Amazon reviews are from people I know, the majority are from strangers. Thank you! If you happen to be reading this, I really appreciate your feedback and for taking the time to put up a review. It means the world to me xx

Have any of you received a bad review? What did it feel like? Were you sad, angry or hurt?

What should I be prepared to feel?

Cheers, Lisa

2012 The Final Revelation – Sample

I thought I would post up a little snippet of chapter five. It is a short scene where Andrew and his father are about to reveal to the archaeology students and work crew what Andrew has discovered down in the tomb…

The team gathered back in the center of the camp. Tents were half built and Andrew could see the relief etched into the faces of the sweating students as they got to take a break from the hot, challenging work. They sat on the ground while the rest of the team had the luxury of sitting on green canvas chairs. Afi stood.

Andrew noticed his father’s face was aglow and alive, and it was clear the students and staff could feel excitement in the air. Although they were all well aware of the new tomb, Andrew could tell everyone was curious about all the murmurings and whisperings filling the air between himself, Baxter, and his father.

“Right,” John began, “let’s have a moment together. Settle down,” he said.

The crowd hushed.

“Well here we are, nestled in the highland rain forest of Chiapas. Palenque is considered to be one of the most beautiful ancient cities in the entire Mayan world.” John paced back and forth as he talked. “We have so much still to discover and find in the region and are blessed to have this opportunity to be a part of history.” He glanced over at Andrew.

Andrew nodded. He was proud to be one of the few archaeologists in the country that was permitted to peel back the layers of time and learn more about the Mayan people.

Even in ruins, the city of Palenque was impressive and still guarded secrets yet to be unraveled by the archaeologist’s trowel. Alongside Andrew and his team, other archaeological and research teams were studying and excavating in the area to uncover more of the mysteries and enigmas surrounding the ancient civilization of the Maya. Large areas of the ancient city were roped off to visitors as teams worked to reveal hidden treasures.

“Tell the students more about the area will you, Andrew,” his father requested.

“Sure.” Andrew stood and spoke. “The vegetation is so thick here in the forest that Palenque town residents, and the local Maya Indians, lived in the area for almost two hundred and fifty years before discovering the ancient ruins. Around 1786 a man called Don Antonio del Rio led a team and cut back the jungle, clearing the land. The site of Palenque covers fifteen square kilometers and contains hundreds of buildings, of which only forty have been uncovered or restored. The finding of a tomb and contents is a huge discovery.”

“Indeed a big discovery,” his father interrupted.

“We are going to be really busy the next few weeks now that we have a new tomb,” Andrew continued. “Some of the crew will work with you on our original dig site. You never know what else we might find.”

Andrew nodded at his father and sat back down.

“Thank you, Andrew,” his father said, looking at the students. “We will also find the time to take you on a tour of the Palenque ruins.”

The students all nodded enthusiastically.

John continued on. “Palenque shows us the highest point in the art of the late-classic period, between 600 to 800 AD. The Mayan architecture and their artwork reached the zenith of expression at this site.”

Everybody listened intently.

“The Temple of Inscriptions is one of the best preserved Mayan temples. We have learned so much from the hieroglyphic tablets and stelae. In 1952, what was found there?” he asked.

There was silence a moment before a student called out, “A tomb.”

“Yes,” John said. “Who found it?”

“Mexican archaeologist, Alberto Ruz Lhuillier.”

“Excellent, yes,” John replied. “It was an incredible find. The texts indicated the tomb belonged to a leader called Pacal the Great. He ruled the land for sixty-eight years,” he paused, interlocking his fingers. “It took Alberto four years to clear the rubble from the stairway. He found an elaborately carved sarcophagus with the king’s human remains still lying inside it. His body was adorned with the richest offering of jade ever seen in a Maya tomb. He was wearing a jade mask over his face and a jade suit.” John began to walk around the students. “When did he rule?”

“615 to 683 AD, Sir.”

“Correct. When he was twelve years old, he assumed power. During his rule, he set in motion the vast rebuilding of Palenque, emphasizing the construction of grandiose buildings to reflect his power. One of his great structures was the Palace, covered with stucco carvings of rulers, gods, and ceremonies.”

Andrew listened intently. He knew all this information, but loved watching his father’s teaching style, passionate and knowledgeable.

“Who can tell me about the ancient Maya writings?” John asked the students.

After a few seconds three hands shot up.

“Martin,” John said, pointing to the youth.

“They wrote in hieroglyphic writing. It was very complex and they had hundreds of signs in the form of abstract designs.”

“Yes, excellent reply! The Maya writing system had an extensive set of phonetic signs that represented individual sounds like in alphabetic systems. The earliest examples of Maya writing were created during the pre-classic period. The unit of the writing system is the glyphic cartouche, which is equivalent to the words and sentences of our modern language.” John scratched his chin then sat himself back down on a chair. “Now,” he continued the lesson. “What did they write about? Mary.” He pointed at the teenage girl.

“They documented historical and social events. Like birth and death and that….” Mary trailed off.

“What else?”

“Astronomical events,” another voice piped up.

“Yes, yes, good. What else?”

“Torture and death.”

“Yes, important later in time. Initially, the Maya recorded lines of succession, important dates, genealogy too; but in later years they documented the capture of enemies, torture, and death. Right, next question, what did they use to write on?”

Hands shot up, including Baxter’s. Ignoring his wild humorous gesturing, his father pointed to a student.

“Carved in stone, Sir.”

“What else?” John asked.

“Ceramics and pottery.”

“Walls? Made of Stucco?” another student added.

“Yes, well done. Our newly discovered tomb appears to have that construction material, but we will have to wait until that’s confirmed….” John paused, as if pondering his next question. “Anyway, what is stucco made of?”

“Stucco is made from sand, lime, and water, Sir.”

“Good, yes. What else did they write on?” John asked, raising himself off his chair and walking around again.

Typical teacher. Andrew thought.

Silence.

The students sat, some eyes were cast downward, others looking around at each other.

“Books,” Leanne, the other female student in the group said, “called Codices.”

“Excellent!” the Professor almost bellowed. Andrew saw her smile with relief. “Yes books! The Maya would pound bark into pulp with stone implements called bark beaters. Natural gums were used as a bonding substance to hold the pulp together. Then they would apply a coating of fine white lime to both sides of the paper, providing a smooth finish they could paint on. Does anyone know what they wrote with?”

No one replied.

“It is thought they would use quills made of feathers, wood and other implements,” John answered his own question. “Now, how many Mayan Codices have ever been found?”

“Four, Sir.” Leanne answered again. “The others were burned by the Spanish.”

“And how many Aztec Codices are there?”

Silence.

“A lot more,” John said, obviously realizing the question was a tricky one to answer. “There are only a few surviving pre-conquest Codices, but there are as many as five hundred Colonial-era Codices dating around the time of the Spanish conquest of Mexico. One of the more beautiful older ones, painted around 1530, about a decade after the conquest, is the Boturnini Codex. A piece of art I myself have studied.” He began pacing as he talked. “It is on one long sheet of fig bark, folded accordion style and is around twenty one pages long. The pictures tell the story of the Aztec journey to the valley of Mexico.” He stopped talking.

Andrew looked around the group. The whole team, including Afi, were totally captivated. He looked back to his father as he resumed talking.

“Anyway I digress, that was about the Aztec Codices. Now we are talking about the rarer Maya versions. Leanne mentioned they were burned by the Spanish. Yes, this did indeed happen. Many books, both Mayan and Aztec, were destroyed when the Spanish tried to convert the population to Christianity.” Professor Cunningham scratched his head and looked around at his captive audience. “Now let’s see if I can remember this quote,” he said, still scratching his head as if to recall it. “We found a great number of books and since they contained nothing but superstitions and falsehoods of the devil, we burned them, which they took most grievously, and it gave them great pain.” I think I might have a few words wrong there but it’s about right. Now who spoke those words? Andrew?” John asked his son.

Andrew knew the answer immediately.

In 1519, six hundred Spaniards and native allies, led by Don Hernando Cortes, arrived at the metropolis the Aztecs had built on a lake island, now known asMexico. Although the Maya cities were in ruins centuries before, the mighty Aztec culture was rich and economically, politically, and religiously powerful. The Spanish were amazed by the splendors they saw, great temples and palaces and incredible marvels. Even so, the Spaniards considered the Aztec to be barbarians and aimed to attack and steal their riches and convert them to Christianity.

“Bishop Diego de Landa,” Andrew answered.

“When?”

“By 1566, they started gathering up all the writings they could find to burn them. A few missionaries saved as much indigenous literature they could find so they could protect them and escape the fire.”

“So,” John went on, not acknowledging Andrew’s correct answers. “Although there are a number of Aztec writings, we do know that only four Maya glyph books survived. Can anyone tell me the name of any of the four Mayan Codices that have been found?”

Andrew noticed his field team looking over at him, wondering where this line of questioning was going and whispering amongst themselves. He caught Baxter’s eye and grinned. Baxter smiled back. They both knew the plan to announce the find. Baxter was clearly enjoying the line of questioning.

“The Dresden Codex,” Leanne called out again.

“Yes, the most famous, most beautiful, most complete and best understood of all the Codices. It has served as our most important source of information about Maya astronomy. The Dresden Codex has around seventy four pages. The artist used both sides of the paper and painted them with a fine brush. The Codex is housed securely in a glass cabinet inDresden, hence its name.”

Everyone was listening.

“Now, what are the other three called?” John asked again. When no one replied he turned to the archaeological team sitting by Andrew. “Team?”

“Grolier Codex, a fragment of eleven pages.”

“ParisCodex.”

“MadridCodex.”

“Which of the four is the one still debated?” John asked.

“The Grolier Codex is the most recently discovered and its authenticity is still furiously debated,” Baxter answered.

“Very good, yes,” John replied. “It was said to have been found in a wooden box in a cave not far from here, inChiapas. It is in very poor condition. It appears to have been hastily created with rough penmanship but that doesn’t mean it’s not authentic. So we have the Grolier, Paris, Dresden, and Madrid Codices, the only four that have ever been found and all named after the cities that house them.” John stopped talking and rubbed his chin.

No one spoke.

“Andrew,” he turned to face his son, pausing a moment longer for effect. “What will the name of the fifth Codex be I wonder?”

Andrew smiled and paused, savoring the moment. “I don’t know yet, any suggestions?” Andrew replied.

There were loud audible gasps from the team. Some of the younger group did not immediately comprehend what was transpiring between father and son. After a moment, the noise level slowly rose and erupted, peaking in level as the group realized what had just been announced.

There was a Codex down in the tomb!

“Meet the author night”

My sister Sue organised a book club “meet the author” evening, my first ever! What an awesome night. We went around the table and each person talked about what they thought of the book, questions to me and their thoughts on what may be the sequel story line (interesting ideas ;-))

Thank you everyone! I loved every moment! A few photos from the night below 🙂

My 15th Review. I had a dream!

I had a dream to write a novel that people would like reading. It took 6 years from concept to completion. I wait nervously for reviews and, so far they have been great! I’m bound to get a bad one soon (we all do) and I will try not to cry 😉

My 15th review has gone up. I might pass out. LOL

http://www.amazon.com/2012-Final-Revelation-Lisa-Flaus/dp/1453887644/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1298528023&sr=1-1

“5 stars! My criteria for knowing a book is great, is when I can’t put it down once I start reading. I was recommended this one from a friend and it kept me up after midnight for a few nights. I blame the author for my lack of sleep and being tired at work. What a story! I loved it from beginning to end.”

I’m sorry you were “tired at work” but I’m so pleased you liked it! Thank you!

My 14th Novel Review! Thank you!

I noticed this morning I have another Amazon review. Oooooh, it’s a goodie! I’ve re-read it about 25 times!

After spending so many years writing my novel, to have it out in the world and getting reviews is an amazing feeling. Would I blog about them if they were bad reviews? I’m not sure *laughs nervously*.

I’ve had 10 five star reviews and 4 four stars. This is my latest from “reddy11.”  I’m curious, is the “11” in your name because you see the number 11 or does it have another meaning? Anyway, whoever you are, wherever you are in the world, if you are reading my blog THANK YOU a million times -) I’m so grateful for your feedback and thrilled that you liked my story. I have pasted it here on my blog because I’m so excited! I hope you don’t mind xx

“I purchased this book because the cover caught my eye and the blurb sounded good. I’m so glad I did because it was fantastic. The only one negative thing I can say about it is it didn’t need “2012” on the title. It nearly put me off because I don’t believe in all that hype. In saying that, the book combines archaeology, code breaking, end of the world concepts, dystopia, survival and has an underlying love story. The concept is so original for an apocalyptic tale it made me think about it in a whole new light. The story is amazing and it is one of the best books I’ve ever read and I read alot. I’d give it 10 stars if I was able. Reddy11”

My 13th review!! Yahhh… #amwriting

It is so exciting when I check if I have any new reviews and another is there! It’s so awesome…  tears actually came to my eyes when I read it. After 6 years working on this book, I love that people are reading it (and liking it) Thank goodness! LOL 🙂

Thank you Nztebs 🙂

“I had to wait for my husband to finish this novel before I could get my hands on it, but once I did I absolutely consumed it, completing it within 30 hours of commencing reading! Ok, I wasn’t at work for the day so got in more reading time than usual, but I woke early the next day just to get it finished! From that you can obviously take that this was a fantastically engaging read. I lapped up all of the scientific (physics, astronomy, archaeology) and historic fact, which I understand to be incredibly well researched. The parts of the science that were already familiar to me (such as CMEs and magnetic fields) were explained in an easily digestible manner that any reader will be able to grasp and understand; and the parts that were unfamiliar to me, well, they made perfect sense! The 2 streams of the novel focusing on the 2 primary characters kept me turning pages to get back to each one in turn and find out what was developing. I have one question for the author – where will she be on 21st December 2012?”

The answer is I will probably be Christmas shopping…  BUT, as we get closer the time, I may decide to sit down in the basement for the day, just in case 😉  Thank you so much for your review xx

#samplesunday Chapter 1.

2012 The Final Revelation – A novel by Lisa J Flaus

Chapter 1

Palenque, Chiapas, Southern Mexico

One Year Later

Andrew Cunningham swigged warm water from his bottle, wiped his brow, and waved away a pesky mosquito. It was only mid-morning, yet already hot and humid. Rays of sunlight beamed down pockmarks of color, sparkling across the forest floor and dappling through the trees around him.

As Andrew stood, leaning up against his spade, something caught his attention. A light mist was forming. Andrew stared intently. As he watched, he began to see the figure of a man materializing.

Andrew felt an icy chill run through his body. His spade and water bottle dropped from his hands.

What the hell is that?

He cocked his head to the side and blinked twice in quick succession.

It was gone.

Andrew stayed absolutely still, searching, wholly alert.

Was that my imagination?

Eyes still glued to the scene, Andrew noticed an irregularity in the surface of the land, where the figure had been standing. There was a small raised area of earth, a foot or so higher than ground level, camouflaged amongst the carpet of green, tans, and browns of the forest floor.

Curious now, Andrew began walking toward the area. When he arrived, he squatted down and reached out his hand. He gently raked away the vegetation with his fingers, delicately moving the long decayed organic material around the periphery. He sat back on his heels and surveyed the emerging picture.

A flat portion of light gray stone was exposed.

What is this?

Brushing dirt from his hands, Andrew stood up and scanned the immediate vicinity. The lush tropical jungle was an almost unbroken fabric of green, linked by webs of hanging vines and huge towering tropical hardwoods, rising like living skyscrapers into the sky. High up in the canopy, the birds were singing a sweet melody; further in the distance, the loud calls of howler monkeys added to the symphony of sound.

Suddenly Andrew heard another noise, a sharp cracking sound ricocheting through the forest. Before he could register the thought, he felt the earth beneath him give way. The noise of falling debris was like thunder in his ears; he swore loudly, adding to the roar of sound. His body could not respond fast enough and his arms flailed up in a reflex of self preservation. Andrew fell through the earth and landed hard. Material fell around him, cascading down from the ground above.

He lay a moment, gasping for breath. His heart raced.

What just happened?

Finally, he opened his eyes. A huge dust cloud still permeated the air.

In the darkness, Andrew began to analyze the damage to his body. His left side had hit the ground first, grazing away layers of skin from his face and forearm. He rolled slowly onto his back and winced as his injured arm changed position and screamed its loud objection. He could feel warm blood trickling down his face.

Just breathe.

Andrew lay motionless. He could smell the air, ancient, as if it had captured and bound up time inside it.

When the veil of dust finally settled, the fraction of light coming from the hole above illuminated the space in eerie glows and shadows. The structure had walls, one side painted a pale red.

Still lying on his back, Andrew turned to look at the other wall and his eyes widened in surprise. There was a large pictorial mural covering it. The faint image was of a kneeling man, central to the scene, surrounded by ancient symbols and hieroglyphics. Andrew recognized the painting style instantly. It was, most undeniably, Maya.

Slowly, Andrew sat up and looked around the chamber, peering into each of the dimly lit corners. The room appeared empty. He repositioned his body so he could see directly behind him.

Then he saw it.

Andrew’s head swung away in shock and he heard himself gasp. He swallowed painfully, the dust and dry air of the tomb caught in his throat.

There was a human being, long dead and decomposed, sitting behind him. Only the mummy’s face was exposed, a blackened skeletal shell, staring at Andrew through round orbs of darkness. The lower jaw had dropped, fallen by gravity and time, onto the chest, leaving the facial expression as if it was in mid scream. The rest of the remains were covered by a tattered woven cloth. On the ground beside the mummy were strange objects and fragments of pottery.

Andrew stared directly at the face. The orbits stared back their expectation of eternity.

“Was that you I saw up there?” Andrew whispered.

Impossible.

He closed his eyes and bowed his head, a sign of respect. “Ki’imak in wo’ol in wilikech. Andrew in k’aaba.” He spoke a formal greeting in the local Mayan language.

Andrew held the pose a moment then looked around the body, resisting the urge to make direct contact with its dark empty eye sockets. He understood the customs of the existing tribes of the ancient ones. Do not disturb our ancestors in their resting places; treat them with respect and honor.

Aware the possibility of breathing in mold spores, typical in a fresh tomb, Andrew painfully removed his dusty shirt and wrapped it around his nose and mouth.

As he gently maneuvered his injured arm to tie the sleeves behind his head, his eyes flicked up, and something caught his attention. It was a grooved out cavity in the wall, a few inches above the mummy’s head. A tiny fragment of cord extended out of the hole. From his angle on the ground, Andrew could make out something tucked inside it. He sat silently, his eyes straining to make it out in the dimness of the tomb.

After a few moments, Andrew rose to his feet to get a closer look. Small flakes of dust and debris fell off his body onto the ground. He took a few small steps around the side of the mummy, purposefully tucking away all knowledge of the rules about a fresh archaeological find. Disturbing the material remains before they have been properly recorded would be sacrilegious. The thought ricocheted around his brain but, at this moment in time, nothing could stop his overwhelming curiosity.

Andrew leaned over and peered into the hole. He could see an old worn object, aged by time. The top cover was painted with a very faint colored drawing. String-like fabric tied the object together, binding it.

It appeared to be a book.

Andrew froze.

It can’t be!

The object was impossible to assess without closer examination. Andrew tentatively reached out to touch it. His hand stopped in mid-air as his mind screamed back into reality.

Do not touch it.

Andrew’s body winced as if in incredible pain, not from his injuries, but from the trauma of suspense. His fingers flexed in his hand. He felt imprisoned by rules, held back by honor, like a deep and secret love that can never come to fruition, he craved the smallest touch.

Don’t touch it.

Andrew acknowledged the thought. He reluctantly walked back to where he had fallen and sat down again. He stayed still in the silence and tried to quiet his mind from the wave of thoughts.

He had fallen into an underground tomb. The room had a mummy, small artifacts, and a magnificent painting on one wall. There was another object, so rare that the very possibility of its existence caused a rollercoaster of emotions.

Only four such books were in existence in the world. Only one had ever been found in its original, archaeological context. The climate of the rainforest was so moist it was believed they could never survive. Fragments of the ancient books had been found in tombs but were so rotted and damaged they had the consistency of ash.

Andrew’s mind flooded with emotion. He closed his eyes and tried to calm.

Be still; take in the moment.

He could hear the familiar sounds of the rainforest echoing down into the tomb. Andrew listened intently. There was another sound, faint but close by. His eyes darted left and right as he focused in on the noise, trying to block out all other interference. It was running water. It was running somewhere beneath the tomb.

After a short time, he began to hear someone calling in the distance.

“Andu.”

Andrew realized the team would have noticed his absence and sent out a search party.

“Andu,” the same familiar voice called.

“I’m down here Afi,” Andrew shouted. After a few seconds, he heard the voice call down in response.

“Andu hurt?”

“No. I’m not hurt. I’m good.” Andrew replied. He smiled. He was more than just good. There was no doubt in his mind that he had just discovered a Pre-Columbian civilization artifact. It was a priceless ancient book, written in hieroglyphic script.

Andrew Cunningham had found a Maya Codex.

My first Kindle review! WOW! #amwriting

I have just read my first ever Kindle review. I cried! have spent the last 6 years writing and publishing and when you get reviews from people you do not know, it’s like a huge relief and joy, especially when they are good! If they were bad, I wouldn’t have posted them!!  LOL I have four book reviews and this is my first ever Kindle review…

A Book you just can’t put down, March 18, 2011

I am so glad that I bought this book because I could not put it down because each chapter just left wanting more. It was almost like two stories which intertwined and as you go from one to the other you are left with just the right amount of suspense which made sure to were hooked. The two main characters Kathryn Scott and Andrew Cunnigham were book strong characters but the story showed their softer side when you read about the horrors they both have to deal with. They were totally believable and by the time I finished the book I almost felt like I knew them. I felt their hurt and I got totally lost in the story. The only criticism I have is that I had a couple of sleepless nights not because of the scariness of the story but because I just had to know what was going to happen next.

I loved the ending as it leaves it open for the story to continue which I hope it does. The ending also also left me with the feeling that no matter how bad things get in our world we always have hope and that is what gets us through the bad times. I will be re-reading this book again in the near future as I enjoyed it so much. A book I would buy as a gift for many a good friend.”

Can I give “Karen” a big *hug*? I love her! She has great taste in books 😉

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/2012-The-Final-Revelation-ebook/dp/B004R1Q54S/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&m=A3QI763M62X7GQ&s=digital-text&qid=1300567439&sr=8-2