Picture this: red flakes fall from the sky that taste like blood on your tongue, looting breaks out in your neighborhood, you get a pounding headache; soon enough, you can't breathe at all. All of the oxygen is gone. You die a painful suffocating death.
Lincoln Miller is a lone half-Jewish former SEAL, now NCIS agent working on a pollution case in the middle of the Florida Keys 50 yards below the surface of the ocean. Finding a plethora of dead fish out of the porthole window, he surfaces and finds red covering everything, then soon realizes that he can't breathe without his SCUBA tank on. Flash forward to understanding of what's going on. The red flakes (which you find out rather quickly is oxidized iron aka rust) suck all of the oxygen out of the air. But why? A natural cosmic event? Or something more sinister? Obviously, it's something more sinister (and this isn't a spoiler, you can tell this by the giant swastika on the cover).
Without giving too much more away, I have to say this was a pretty good book. It was definitely a change of scene from the series I just read (Crossfire series by Sylvia Day... review to come soon). Like I've said previously, Jeremy Robinson is one of 2 action adventure authors I have on my list o' favorites, so I knew I wasn't going to be disappointed. This fast-paced adventure is full of action, without being too over-bearing, has military-esque lingo, without making the most non-military person run for cover, and had a pretty new take (at least to me) on Nazis both from WWII and current-era White Supremacist assholes. I thought it was poetic justice that the main hero happened to be half-Jewish, while some others might think it's cheesy. Jeremy Robinson has a knack for making his readers, maybe not identify per se, but at least relate to his characters. I always end up rooting for his good guys and booing his bad guys when I read his novels. If you're in the mood for an action thriller, definitely take the couple of days it'll take and read this novel. I highly doubt you'd be disappointed. I remember reading one review that was saying this was the most improbable book and how her life was wasted while reading this blah-blah. I feel like one of the whole points of reading is to leave your reality behind and immerse yourself in a different one. Who cares if this book is improbable? I don't know about you, but I sure as hell wouldn't want somebody to get any bright ideas off this kind of apocalyptic stuff. But when it comes down to it, the only review you need to follow is your own.
Definitely a 4 out of 5 starts on my Goodreads profile.
