There’s always one more grave to dig.
Lately, life has been unnaturally calm for vampires Cat Crawfield and her husband Bones. They should have known better than to relax their guard, because a shocking revelation sends them back into action to stop an all-out war…
A rogue CIA agent is involved in horrifying secret activities that threaten to raise tensions between humans and the undead to dangerous heights. Now Cat and Bones are in a race against time to save their friends from a fate worse than death…because the more secrets they unravel, the deadlier the consequences. And if they fail, their lives—and those of everyone they hold dear— will be hovering on the edge of the grave.
Up From the Grave is the last installment in one of my favorite series ever, and wow, did it take me for a wild ride! My emotions were all over the place, and this review is going to be very hard to write without spoiling anything – but I still promise there are no spoilers.
Cat is true to herself in Up From the Grave – always ready to give her all to save the ones she care about, and there is a lot of sacrifice going on in this story. However, a lot can be achieved with a little help from our friends, right? From on crisis to the next, there is never a dull moment, and a lot of characters who were present in prior books in the series make an appearance to do everything possible to keep everyone safe.
As the readers are taken both on a memory lane and on a new path, Up From the Grave has different paces for different situations, and I frankly thought my heart would both stop and break at times. I did get a little upset with the way Cat and Bones still did not completely trust each other after all this time, though. They are my favorite couple, one of those couples that lasts, and I would have enjoyed this story even more if they had been more open with each other when the shit hit the proverbial fan.
There is still character development in Up From the Grave, though, but there is also a lot of heartache and hurt. And some pretty amazing fights, as well as a very strange resolution to some of the problems our friends face. All in all a satisfying end to a series I love, and I am hoping there will be other novels in the Night Huntress World series.
I stayed where I was. One cat waiting at the door was enough, thanks.
Then he took his coat off, revealing an indigo shirt that clung to his muscles as if reveling in them.
I didn’t know how he managed to make the question sound indecent, yet he did. I would’ve said the English accent helped, but his best friends were English, and their voices never turned my insides to jelly.
We’d been through so much together. Surely we hadn’t come this far to fail now.