by ClubSpade
The trouble with cliff hanhers is you have to know where to hang the cliff: this wasn't it. Also in order to hang on, the reader needs to empathise with the protagonist: there is nothing here to empathise with so there is nothing for my screamingly painfull fingers to hang on to. I am figuratively lying broken and bloody at the bottom of your cliff.
Another sickening episode of mindless violence, which for some reason is classified as Romance. I shall avoid reading any more stories by ClubSpade.