By Tim Johnston
"A riveting literary mystery of the can't-stop-turning-the-page, stay-up-all-night variety." —Alice LaPlante, writer of A Circle of Wives
The Rocky Mountains have forged their spell over the Courtlands, a tender relatives from the plains taking a final summer season holiday prior to their daughter starts university. For eighteen-year-old Caitlin, the mountains loom because the final try of her runner's middle, whereas her mom and dad desire that lots good looks, rather a lot grandeur, will someway fix a broken marriage. but if Caitlin and her more youthful brother, Sean, exit for an early morning run and basically Sean returns, the mountains turn into as terrifying as they're majestic, as all of sudden this kin locate themselves residing the type of nightmare they've basically examine in headlines
or noticeable on TV.
As their global comes undone, the Courtlands are drawn right into a vortex of dread and recrimination. Why weren't they extra cautious? What has occurred to their daughter? Is she alive? Will they ever know? Caitlin's disappearance, the entire extra devastating for its secret, is the start of the family's harrowing trip down more and more divergent and solitary paths till all that maintains to bind them jointly are the questions they could by no means carry themselves to invite: At what element does a family members cease looking? At what aspect will a lady cease struggling with for her life?
Written with a precision that captures each emotion, each second of worry, as each one family member searches for solutions, Descent is a wonderfully crafted mystery that races like an avalanche towards its heart-pounding end, and heralds the coming of a grasp storyteller.
"If you take pleasure in bright writing, clever plots, and gnawing your knuckles, you will adore Descent." —Susan Isaacs, writer of Goldberg Variations
"Lyrical and hypnotic, Descent ? is a pulse-pounding mystery of the 1st order. yet it's additionally a gorgeously written, thought-provoking, and haunting novel approximately relations, survival, and the ability of a unmarried selection. You'll be in Johnston's unrelenting narrative grip until eventually the ultimate web page, and his tale will stick with you lengthy after it's performed. a very fascinating read." —Lisa Unger, writer of In the Blood
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Angela drank from her bottle. The rain fell steadily on the parked cars. Women in sneakers made a run for it, water spinning from the cart wheels. ” DESCE NT 45 The old man hesitated. He didn’t look up. “I’m writing notes. ” “He doesn’t. ” “Oh. I’m sorry . ” “Well,” said the old man. Angela was silent. Then she said again that she was sorry, and the old man scratched at the tip of his nose. He stirred a finger in the white hair of his ear. “I figure I’ll go on writing him like before. He’s got a wife and a little boy and I figure that’s why I’m still here, so I can tell him how they’re doing.
When they stopped, Angela’s head, lolled against the window, did not stir. Grant pulled the collapsed wheelchair from the rear of the wagon and after a few minutes the boy was in it and they were pushing into a bitter wind, his bare leg pink and white in the cold. No warmer inside the men’s room but at least windless, the wind whistling around the glass blocks where the caulking had pulled away. A large man in a checkerboard winter vest glanced at them and turned back to his loud pissing. Sean wheeled himself to the handicap stall and Grant said, Will you be all 40 T I M J O H N STO N right?
She tried to think. She tried to remember what that meant. How you were supposed to feel. Above her, the flag lapped silkily upon itself, susurrant as some creek or stream making its way across the sky. The drops fell harder. Colder. She pulled the black umbrella from her tote bag and thumbed the button and the device shot forward and flapped into tautness over its bat-wing joints. She felt the pills under her heart like a hundred small hands holding it aloft. At home—at Grace’s—her little sister, who did not work on Mondays, was putting the kitchen back in order.