Borrowed from my local library. I was expecting this book to be a grownup horror story. It started off strong and properly spooky, but the second half devolved into some sort of teen X-Men-wannabe action-adventure with an icky-if-I-think-about-it-too-much love story thrown in. It was a promising premise: I loved the strange old photos, but the story took a wrong turn for me. If Riggs had finished the story he started, or started the story he finished, I probably would have liked both books better than this amalgamation.
