You know your son better than anyone. Don’t you?
When critically ill Jacob Wilson is given a life-saving heart transplant, his parents are relieved that their loving son has been saved.
However, before long, his family are forced to accept that something has changed in Jacob. Their once loving son is slowly being replaced by a violent man whose mood swings leave them terrified – but is it their fault?
Jacob’s girlfriend, Rosie, is convinced the man she loves is suffering from stress. But when his moods turn on her, she begins to doubt herself – and she can only hide the bruises for so long.
When a terrible crime is committed, Jacob’s family are forced to confront their darkest fears. Has the boy they raised become a monster? Or is someone else to blame?
This is a spellbinding crime novel with a dark heart from the worldwide bestseller Cathy Glass, writing as Lisa Stone.
I love Cathy Glass’s novels so when I heard she was writing a fiction novel in one of my favourite genres I knew I had to read it.
The reader will instantly have empathy for Elizabeth, Liz, Jacob’s mum in the story. Before the heart transplant, Jacob is a much loved son who makes his parents extremely proud. He is pretty much the perfect son. That all starts to change when he has the operation, slowly the loving son starts to turn into an aggressive and horrible person.
From a parents point of view to have to deal with such changes, it really can’t be easy. Liz can see the person he is becoming but doesn’t want to believe it. No matter the type of person he is turning into, he’s still her son and that mothering instinct is very much there to protect him regardless.
I have to admit there are a few books around at the moment that are similar in the aspect of transplants so the story didn’t really hold any shocks or surprises though to be fair I don’t think it’s supposed to. The author has taken a subject which is without a doubt a fascinating one and something I do think there is some truth to. She has then created a story that would be a mothers worst nightmare.
The Darkness Within is certainly a dark and gripping read and one that will win over new fans as well as old.
My thanks to Netgalley and Avon Books UK for an advanced readers copy. All opinions are my own and not biased in anyway.
Goodreads rating 4/5 stars.
The Darkness Within is available to purchase from Amazon.
DARKNESS WITHIN EXTRACTS
[Extract 11 from Chapter 5 pp. 28-29]
The Reverend Andrew Wilson was going about his normal early-morning duties. He’d let Mitsy, their old Labrador, out for a run, had taken his wife and son up a cup of tea and now set out across the Maybury village green to unlock his eighteenth-century church, St Stephen’s. Mitsy had followed him as usual, circling playfully at his feet, despite her age. Dressed casually but wearing his clerical collar he walked swiftly across the damp grass, still wet from the rain of the night before. At 8 a.m. on a weekday he didn’t expect to see many of the villagers out; the commuters had already left for the station in the neighbouring town, so he tended to see the same few faces: the milkman who also delivered groceries, the paperboy finishing his round before going to college, and two dog-walkers. They all greeted him as usual with a warm, pleasant but slightly formal, ‘Good morning, Reverend,’ and he replied using their first names. He knew most of the villagers in his parish by name and he liked the village way of life. His previous parish had been in a deprived inner city which he’d initially believed was his calling. He’d done his best for five years and then asked to be moved, saying he felt he could no longer meet the challenges with everything else that was going on in his life. The bishop had been very understanding, and three months later he and his family had arrived here.
Unlocking the outer door, Andrew left Mitsy sitting obediently in the vestibule as he unlocked the second door and went into the main body of the church. He savoured the welcoming aroma of well-oiled oak, candle smoke, and the slightly musky damp of the solid stone walls. It was reassuring and comforting; a reminder of age and endurance. The church had stood here for nearly 300 years and would remain long after he had left this earth. That he was merely passing through and part of a bigger plan helped nudge his considerable worries into a slightly better perspective.