Ah, the dream hunters. A fun bunch, huh? I just couldn't fully enjoy this one from any aspect. I understood that the Dream Hunters were cursed to lack emotions, but it left so much of the book dry and without any sort of...spark. And Arik went from one end of the spectrum to the other like it was nothing. He was unfeeling and then immediately committed. That made the relationship between him and Geary lack for me. I found her interesting in the first few pages of the prologue. This pissed off girl facing the sea cursing her father. This was something. This was a woman I wanted to know. I wanted to see change. Who knew it would happen in a couple of sentences with a gift from some Greek stranger. I needed more than that.

The whole expeditions to find Atlantis were the best bits. I liked the boat and the crew and the drive to find something below the perfect blue waters. It was the parts surrounding the love story that kept me reading. The mystery of Atlantis. The whispers from Apollymi. The ancient Greek mythology. Not the Dream Hunters, but instead the brief glimpse into the Dark Hunters we get there at the end before the madness of Kyrian's book begins. To see Nick, Kyrian and Ash before the Spathis eff everything up. But mostly it's Nick and Ash. Oh, and Hades and Persephone. Because come on, it's Hades and I want the Big, Bad God of the Dead to miss me that much.

Shall I trudge through more of these to get to my Dark Hunters? I'm too OCD to skip in fear of missing a morsel of Acheron. Oh, man. The things I'm doing for that man. Er, god. Whatever.