Nate Temple lives and breathes in the pages of Carnage. We've seen him grow and mature over the course of nearly a decade, in triumph and tragedy. But never before has his heart been laid so bare. And so well!
Love is in the air, but while love makes the world go 'round, its absence can also threaten its very foundations. Nate is spun through a quest to find his heart's desire, and the consequences of failure are dire. Oh, there's all you'd expect from a Silvers novel - snark, pop culture riffs, belly laughs... F*ckin' Carl! And the innuendos and double-entendres fall like rain! Set against a backdrop of coercion, torture, murder, and a whole lot of badness for humanity - or Freakanity - if Nate can't define love, and stop a heartless diety's plans.
Carnage struck to the heart of why I got on this crazy train in the first place, back with Obsidian Son. Speaking of which - OMG, things we wondered about all the way back then come to fruition in Carnage. No, all is not answered; what would be the fun in that? But Shayne Silvers plays a looong game, and I am thrilled to sit at half-court and root Nate on to a touchdown. [Fans get this ;)] ( )