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Her Dark Lies

My Madness Level : Strong Madness

How much of a Madness :  Once I passed the the dragging point I just can’t stop.

What brings the Madness :

  • The story, family affairs that full of secrets and lies, everyone has secrets, everyone is lying, so it’s pretty entertaining and exciting.
  • The suspense and mystery, everything was superb, it keeps me turning page after page wondering when the killer will strike or will Claire safe or what dark secrets will be revealed next.
  • The characters, all bring the madness, it’s hard to love them when I can’t trust them, but that what makes this book more interesting.
  • It’s a first person point of view book, but from many characters, even from the killer too, so again it’s really entertaining.
  • The setting, it’s in private island in italy with many historical site.

What Madness I don’t like :  The details of the setting, the island, the villa, the mansion, it’s beautiful but sometimes it’s just too much for me and kinda dragging.

Level of this Madness Recommendation : A PAGE-TURNER SUSPENSE THRILLER READ. TOTALLY RECOMMENDED.

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My Madness Review : Goodreads

The Blurb :

At the wedding of the year, a killer needs no invitation

Jutting from sparkling turquoise waters off the Italian coast,
Isle Isola is an idyllic setting for a wedding. 
In the majestic cliff-top villa owned by 
the wealthy Compton family, 
up-and-coming artist Claire Hunter will marry handsome, 
charming Jack Compton, surrounded by close family, 
intimate friends…and a host of dark secrets.

From the moment Claire sets foot on the island, 
something seems amiss. Skeletal remains have just been found. 
There are other, newer disturbances, too. Menacing texts. 
A ruined wedding dress. 
And one troubling shadow hanging over Claire’s 
otherwise blissful relationship—the strange mystery 
surrounding Jack’s first wife.

Then a raging storm descends, 
the power goes out—and the real terror begins…

EXCERPT

 

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Beginnings and Endings

 

She is going to die tonight.

The white dress, long and filmy, hampers her effort to run. The hem catches on a branch; a large rend in the fabric slashes open, exposing her leg. A deep cut blooms red along her thigh, and the blood runs down her calf. Her hair has come loose from its braid, flies unbound behind her like gossamer wings.

In her panic, she barely notices the pain.

The path ahead is marked by towering cypress and laurel, verdant and lush. A gray stone waist-high wall is all that stands between her and the cliffside. It is cool inside this miniature forest; the sky is blotted out by the purple-throated wisteria that drapes across and between the trees. Someone, years ago, built an archway along the arbor. The arch’s skeleton has long since rotted away and the flowers droop into the path, clinging trails and vines that brush against her head and shoulders. It should be beautiful; instead it feels oppressive, as if the vines might animate, twist and curl around her neck and strangle her to death.

She tries not to look down to the frothing water roiling against the rocks at the cliff’s base. She thinks the ruins are to her right. From what she remembers, they are between the church and the artists’ colony, the four cottages cowering on the hillside, empty and waiting.

A horn shrieks, and she realizes the ferry is pulling away. A crack of lightning, and she sees the silhouette of the captain in the pilothouse, looking out to the turbulent seas ahead. A gamble that he makes it before the storm is upon them.

Don’t panic. Don’t panic.

Where is the church?

There it is, a flash of white through the trees. The stuccoed walls loom, the bell tower hidden behind the overgrown foliage. Now the path is moving upward, the grade increasing. She feels it in her calves and hopes again she is going the right way. The Villa is on the hill, on the northwest promontory of the island. If she can reach its doors, she will be safe.

It is too quiet. There are no birds, no creatures, no buzzing or cries, just her ragged, heavy breath and the scree shuffling underfoot as she climbs. The furious roar of the water smashing its frustration against the rocks rises from her left, echoing against the cliffside.

The dogs begin to howl.

Climb. Climb. Keep going.

She must get to the Villa. There she can call for help. Lock herself inside. Maybe find a weapon.

A branch snaps and she halts, breathless.

Someone is coming.

She startles like a deer, now heedless of the noise she’s making. Fighting back a whimper of fear, she breaks free of the cloistered path to see an old decrepit staircase cut into the stone. Careful, she must be cautious, there are gaps where some steps are missing, and the rest are mossy with disuse, but hurry, hurry. Get away.

She winds up the steps, clinging to the rock face, until she bursts free into a sea of scrubby pines. Two sculptures, Janus twins, flank a slate-dark path into a labyrinth of rhododendron and azalea.

This isn’t right. Where is she?

A hard breeze disrupts the trees around her, and a rumble of thunder like a thousand drums rolls across her body. Lightning flashes and she sees the Villa in the distance. So far away. On the other side of the labyrinth. The other side of the hill.

She’s gone the wrong way.

A droplet of water hits her arm, then her forehead. Dread bubbles through her.

She is too late. The storm is upon her.

The howls of the dogs draw closer. The wind whistles hard and sharp, buffeting her against the stone wall. She can’t move, deep fear cementing her feet. Rain makes the gauzy dress cling to the curves of her body, and the blood on her thigh washes to the ground. None of it matters. She cannot escape.

When he comes, at last, sauntering through the storm, the barking beasts leaping and growling beside him, she is crying, clinging to the wall, the lightning illuminating the ruins; the ancient stones and stark, headless statues the only witness to her death.

She goes over the wall with a thunder-drowned scream, the jagged rocks below her final companions.

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