You know that moment when you’re deeply engrossed in a good book and the heroine has found herself in mortal danger… you’re feverishly reading, heart in your throat, occasionally forgetting to breath and you’re forced to take a break to refill your wine glass/rewarm the bath water. It’s during this break, while you’re thinking I’m going to be shriveled but I must finish this book NOW, that it hits you. This is the 4th in the series of 6 books. The heroine lives. I mean she must or who the hell would the other two books be about duh!

*My husband pointed out that this could be followed by a frantic must-read of the 5th book to get to the 6th and see if indeed the heroine finally doesn’t survive her mortal danger moment and that’s why the series end!!! But I’m not a chess player so I can’t really thing that far in advance.