Well tickle me pink, if you have any apprehension about not enjoying Jackal as much as Folsom, I can assure you both books are equally brilliant in their own right. They are so relatable to the individual end men you can’t help but love Jackal as much, or if not more than Folsom. There I said it!
Folsom was the unassuming gentlemen, and we loved him for it, whereas Jackal’s outward humour and absolute genius one liners, added with that of his inner dialogue and charisma will no doubt have you wrapped around his little finger. And yes, in true Fisher style your heart will ache for the little boy that was Jackal.
Cue Phoenix—if there is something both these authors have it’s the ability to create strong female characters and boy did they deliver with Phoenix.
I wasn’t sure how they’d pull it off, not when Gwen was a force to be reckoned with—but they did. Phoenix’s attributes and strength coiled with her vulnerability and flaws only make her even more relatable.
Let’s mention the animal facts, bloody bravo…where did you even conjure this idea—oh and thanks for the millipede one those little critters freak me out, and give me the heebie-jeebies.
I have so many unanswered questions, if I could sit down in a room with both Tarryn and Willow the conversations would be endless.
All I know for sure is I can’t wait for book three, what are they possibly going to throw at us next? Who knows, anything is possible. But what I do know is I stand with the End Men, with the Revolution and the Rise of the Women.
This right here is a dystopian romance collaboration of epic proportions and I applaud both Fisher and Aster for publishing not only one but two books within a month of each other.