The Vortex (Crocodile Dreaming Series Book 7)

I didn’t expect The Vortex to hit me this hard emotionally, but from the very first chapter I felt a heaviness in my chest. There’s something raw about the way isolation, fear, and memory are written, like the story is whispering truths people rarely say out loud. I found myself slowing down several times just to sit with what I was feeling. As the chapters progressed, the shifts between survival and self-reflection kept pulling me deeper. The moments of silence, the inner questions, the ache of

The Vortex pulled me straight into Mark’s broken world from the opening pages. The hospital scene alone made me pause, the clinical details, the confusion, the fragments of identity all felt painfully real. I love how the book doesn’t rush; it lets you sink into his disorientation. Then the shift to Susan’s voice gives the story a haunting emotional frame that made everything feel even heavier. The writing captures the outback’s harshness just as strongly as the inner turmoil of MB. Every chapte

I particularly enjoyed how the story never forgets its roots in the Crocodile Dreaming series. Even though this is a prequel, it maintains the same atmosphere, rugged landscapes, mysterious dangers, inner battles. Existing fans will recognize the tone immediately. Overall, the book leaves you with a sense of bittersweet completeness. It answers questions from the earlier prequel while raising new emotional reflections. The blend of adventure, pain, loyalty, danger, and love creates a story that