I love Charles, and Rachael...now I've learned to love his father too...Sublette adds to his cast of characters, introduces their back stories, gives us a glimpse into their hearts and minds...and then, like the weaver Rachael, weaves them all together at the end.
He carries several story lines here, several characters who will interact over the years, will intersect with Charles and Rachael...the weft and warp, over and under...they are all working together. Just like any work of art, the story when seen close up seems to tell one story. But step back, and you have Sublette's sweeping Arizona and New Mexico landscape and history -- creating something bigger than the actors...
Fallon Scriber...what a wonderful name for a sociopath...who uses sharpened pencils as his 'clue' to law enforcement. Who uses a pencil to commit his first murder...at the age of 14. Both his first and last name are symbolic of elements in the story.
Then there's Sam who hunts serial killers...who finds that his own nephew was killed by one...one we know well.
And Mo, a musician who is trying to find his way in the changing landscape of the music world.
Each of these men are important to the story of Charles and the petroglyphs in the canyon Rachael knows is evil. She's right. She's always right.
The weaving grows denser and denser as the characters are brought closer and closer. Until a climactic scene I couldn't read fast enough.
Sublett makes me care about his characters, and I look forward to seeing SOME of them in the next book.