PASSING
THE TORCH
by
L.L. Sanders
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BLURB:
Mesa
Kingston's first memory of burying a corpse was at eight years old.
Back then it had been the carcass of a large lizard her dad found
that they buried in the backyard of their isolated cottage. At age
fourteen, the body of a young lady accompanied the reptile's remains,
and ever since, an accumulation of female bodies began to grow. Now,
the only way Mesa can stop the haunting screams of the dead is by
drowning them out with flames. Or is there more to the blaze than
even she can perceive?
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Excerpt:
Good
girls do anything for their fathers, including rob, cheat, and kill,
and I always considered myself a good girl. The time I first came to
that conclusion will stay with me forever. Years later, here I am,
still fulfilling my daughterly duty.
After
wiping the sweat from my palm onto my jeans, I press the bulbous tip
of the match against the strike strip on the side of the small
carton. My hands shake worse than Grandma's had when trying to slice
her ninety-first birthday cake just a few hours ago, but I manage to
run the match across it anyway. The flame comes alive at my
fingertips, dancing merrily at the prospect of latching on to
something and disintegrating it into smoldering embers. Although the
light breeze causes the flame to flicker at the end of the
matchstick, I'm aware of the control I have over it. I watch the glow
change shape through a veil of tears and with that the decision was
absolute.
The
flame will get to perform its destructive duty.
I flick
the match toward the pile of wooden planks that used to be the porch.
Instantly the fire catches the fumes of the pooled liquid and expands
so quickly a wall of gasoline-scented hot air rushes me before the
blaze travels deeper into the house. I back away to a safe distance
as the straw-like grass crunches beneath my feet. Nearing the
homemade fence, which is nothing more than a double row of chicken
wire, I hear the screams from the distance, cries of agony that meld
with my memory like two spreading pools of melted wax. I can't stop
the waterworks. I don't even make an attempt.
*Warning* This book contains rape situations that may not be appropriate for survivors or those who have been in this type of situation.
With saying that, the book does not go into a whole rape scene and stay there by any means. It's a good book, a book that tells a story of one's memories. This book will have you on edge, this book will have you feeling every emotion the characters do. It's a touchy book at certain times. The author seem to have really done the research to make this book as good as it is!
*Received for an honest review*
*Warning* This book contains rape situations that may not be appropriate for survivors or those who have been in this type of situation.
With saying that, the book does not go into a whole rape scene and stay there by any means. It's a good book, a book that tells a story of one's memories. This book will have you on edge, this book will have you feeling every emotion the characters do. It's a touchy book at certain times. The author seem to have really done the research to make this book as good as it is!
*Received for an honest review*
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