As the story progresses, Clay finds that he is unable to keep from writing Lucian's story, and worse he becomes obsessed with him. He never knows where Lucian will meet him, or in what form. Sometimes a soccer mom, other times a weathered old black man. Each time he finds Clay, Lucian continues his sad story of his one mistake and hope for redemption. He tells the story of Elohim's deep sorrow with the downfall of Lucian and Elohim's love affair with a new race. All Clay knows is that he has to see Lucian again and learn the end to this story.
I loved Tosca's take on this age old story. It gave me a fresh perspective and at times I found myself actually feeling sorry for Lucian. I felt the love of Elohim and his pain. I understood the anger Lucian felt and the extent he would go to, to prevent the passing on of the knowledge of El.
This book made me take a better look at myself and my actions and feelings. Not many books actually give cause to look inward and take stock. I found myself reading long past my bed time wanting to find out if Clay learns the end to the story. I was a little let down with the ending...but understand why it ended the way it did. Over all it was one of my more favorite reads.
I give it a 4 out of 5

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