I needed to read this book after reading Pale and Crimson, a short story in the same series. The world the author created is just incredible; It seriously made me antsy at some points because of the acid rain or the fact slithers were everywhere. That’s another thing I love, SLITHERS. Kayti Nika Raet did such a great job with them. I mean, seriously, she did a GREAT job with them. Niko is one of those books that you just can’t put down, which is a problem when you planned on reading a few chapters before bed every night. Her writing style was just smooth and even though I used my word runner with this (easier while in bed) I was never lost. I normally have to go back sometimes and make sure I got something right…not with Niko…it was just a great read. I cannot wait to read the rest of the story.
As I said, I used word runner, so I cannot comment on grammar. I don’t notice those issues when I use this program. I will say that the plot is fantastic and worth the read. 5/5
Originally from Brooklyn, New York, Kayti Nika Raet moved down South when she was 11, where she was bitten by the writing bug, as well as other, less friendly insects.
When she is not hard at work on the fifth and final book in The Outsider Chronicles she has fun reading, listening to K-pop, and photography.
Kayti lives in Milledgeville, Georgia.
She had a baseball bat but wasn’t sure if that would work on the Slither.
It followed her from a distance. She couldn’t see it whenever she glanced over her shoulder. It clung to the shadows, its claws scraping against the concrete. She could hear its heavy, wet breathing, The sound seemed to caress the back of her neck, slipping under the collar of her jacket like an invasive hand. She shivered.
Niko hunched deeper into her jacket, the zipper grazing her earlobe with hungry teeth. She resisted the urge to run, only prey ran; and no one could outrun a Slither. The remnant of that failure was a common sight Outside: twisted bodies with their chests cracked open and their hearts missing. Niko had no intention of becoming prey.
She walked down the center of the street skirting potholes filled with water from a recent rain. The acid had slowly bored its way through the concrete leaving craters that reflected the moonlight in oily smears. Niko adjusted her grip on the bat; she could feel her heartbeat in the press of palm against wood. She shouldn’t be out so late. She should have done like every other sensible person and stayed locked inside. But her brothers were hungry and she had promised them that this time, her third day of scavenging through corroded and abandoned buildings, she’d find them something to eat. It meant she had to go out further than usual and now shadow had fallen.
She quickened her pace, not quite a run, there was no need to make it too easy for the thing. It was still following her, she didn’t need to glance over her shoulder to confirm it. The Slither’s persistent panting was confirmation enough. A sigh puffed past her lips. She’d been hoping for an uneventful night.