Sturat Woods used to be one of my favorite authors. Read Son of Stone and vowed it would be the last Woods for me. Against my better judgement, I read D.C. Dead. Another loser. Then, the masochist in me came out and I read, in its entirety, Unnatural Acts. What is Mr. Woods doing? He must be fulfilling some contract obligations to put out 3 works o f uninspired, lamely written, barely readable drivel in a row. No more!!
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Unnatural Acts