Here's the eery bluuuurby-bluuurb!
"It happened on Halloween.
The world ended.
And a dangerous Game brought it back to life.
Seventeen-year-old Michael and his five-year-old brother, Patrick, have been battling monsters in The Game for weeks.
In the rural mountains of West Virginia, armed with only their rifle and their love for each other, the brothers follow Instructions from the mysterious Game Master. They spend their days searching for survivors, their nights fighting endless hordes of “Bellows”—creatures that roam the dark, roaring for flesh. And at this Game, Michael and Patrick are very good.
But The Game is changing.
The Bellows are evolving.
The Game Master is leading Michael and Patrick to other survivors—survivors who don’t play by the rules.
And the brothers will never be the same.
T. Michael Martin’s debut novel is a transcendent thriller filled with electrifying action, searing emotional insight, and unexpected romance."
I am saddened to tell you that this will not be a positive review. It only happens once in awhile, but you stumble across books like The End Games that are just completely and utterly rage-fuelling.
*Spoilers: Heck, I don't even care that there will be spoilers. You don't even need to go and read this book yourself, it's a real tragedy that some of us shouldn't have to go through.*