I may be a man, and not just a man, but a very, very old man. How old? Let's just say that I remember both the Great Depression AND the Last Great Hurrah, and by Last Great Hurrah I mean the 1925 Great Race of Mercy by sled dog teams carrying diphtheria antitoxin against an incipient diphtheria epidemic in Nome, Alaska. But even I like to recall the days of my youth, weak from hunger and backbreaking work, with the rare moment of leisure spent collecting metal for spare change, and lose myself in the latest Anthony Horowitz novel.
Now I don't know why some people consider his work juvenile fiction, since there is nothing juvenile about the characters or their situations. The protagonists may be young men and women, but they face situations that would curl the grey hairs of a WWII veteran! Assuming, of course, that he still had hair. And I'm not talking in the ears.
In "Nightrise", the third book of "The Gatekeepers" series, we leave Matt Freeman, the hero of the first two books, to focus on the fourteen-year-old twins Scott and Jamie Tyler. Boy, I remember being fourteen... wait, no, no I don't. That was sixteen presidents ago. I'm lucky to remember my pants. Who needs 'em anyway? One of the few benefits of being as old as I am is that I can go without pants and people don't give it a second thought. So refreshing. Not wearing any now. Ahhhh... Anyhow, these orphan twins, unaware of their own past and sharing extraordinary abilities, become targets of the mysterious and evil Nightrise Corporation, which kidnaps Scott and frames Jamie for murder. I was kidnapped once. No, I was a kid and I napped. Those were the good old days. Wait, I just had a nap. The twins can rely only on themselves, and Jamie eventually discovers that he and his twin are two of the five Gatekeepers, the only force standing between the Old Ones and their takeover of our world.
These stories may superficially resemble the Harry Potter series, but present a far darker, less fantastical world in which the teenage protagonists must rely on their own wits, skills and confidence to survive a deadly foe that has insinuated itself into modern society, much like the Freemasons. Readers need not be teenagers or Freemasons themselves, however, to fully enjoy the adventure, terror and chills that will keep you, dare I say it, nightrise.