Hesitation is my enemy.
Solitude my ally.
Death the only real victory.
Exhale. – S.A. McAuley
Sometimes the enemy of your enemy is your friend. Sometimes it pays to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Sometimes your friends and your enemies come wrapped in the same skin. Sometimes you come to trust the man who has been your enemy for more than a decade, and it is the same as loving him…though you don’t know it yet. And you’ve got a mission to accomplish before you can examine the secrets and lies and half-truths that you’ve been told for most of your natural born life.
No one ever said being a Peacemaker would be easy.
Merq Grayson has been groomed nearly from the womb to be the killing machine he has become; some might even say it’s the legacy of this unstoppable man who, in only the best irony one can find in fiction, meets his irresistible force paradox in the form of the immovable Armise Darcan, the man who is Yang to Merq’s Yin, the man who is his completion wrapped up in the body of the enemy that Merq can’t seem to resist.
They are both integral cogs in a dystopian future where the world is a war-torn and fractious place in which a man playing both sides against the middle can never be sure what is the Judas-kiss-of-death and what is a kiss that means something more than betrayal.
S.A. McAuley dragged me through unholy political waters, took me wading through the murky depths of deception, and left me hanging by my fingertips on the ledge of the abyss that is the coming revolution. And not only that, but has also taken complete control of my ever-obsessive need for more.
One Breath, One Bullet is not hearts and flowers romance; this is an oxymoron, like the Peacemaker who is the catalyst of war, like something that can be sweet as sin or hurt so good. I am so excited by the promise of this series and am anxious for Book Two, to see where this broken man who has been forged into a tool of war and the man who seems poised to put him back together again will take me.