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Room Of Angels: Requiem For A Dream 3
Room Of Angels: Requiem For A Dream 3
Room Of Angels: Requiem For A Dream 3
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Room Of Angels: Requiem For A Dream 3

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From the Publisher that brought you popular short story series Witching Call, Hostile Hearts, Earthbound Angels, The January Morrison Files Psychic Series, Ralph's Gift, Song of Teeth, Children of Time, Chains of Darkness, Tropical Storms, Friend Zone, The Magaram Legends, The Night Sculptor Series, and now, Requiem for a Dream...

"...are you just in my head? Is this my brain’s way of torturing me into repentance for my sin?"
THE DARKNESS WILL DEVOUR

Life in his great grandfather’s manor is not going well for Judas at all. Kept locked in his room like a prisoner for “his own safety” by the mansion’s staff, this added to his determination to unlock all the manor’s hidden skeletons.

He is aided now by the lovely yet mysterious new addition to the house’s staff, Dolores Humbert. She is ethereal and kind, the only genuine friend he has found in the house and she is willing assist him. Together they begin an exploration of the mansions labyrinth in an effort to find out the real whereabouts of Judas’s missing great grandfather.

The search, however, leads him down a malevolent and twisted path, uncovering the secrets hidden in his own repressed memories. His mind is slipping and the evil of the house is rapidly catching up to him. What happened to his great grandfather? What are these terrible visions he keeps seeing? And most importantly, who is Delores Humbert, really? Is she really an addition to the servants or is she something else?

As Judas begins uncovering answer after terrible answer, he realizes that he has crossed a line that he can never ever go back from. Even worse, as time passes, he finds he is having a harder and harder time distinguishing reality from nightmares.

Will he be able to face his own dark past? Or will he be devoured by it.

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The buzzing in my head was getting louder and louder and it was suddenly coupled with a crippling pain that shot through my body like a bold of lightning. My skin was doused in the sensation of millions of crawling insects and I locked eyes with my reflection in the mirror. To my absolute horror, the sensation was not merely a feeling. I watched in sickened terror as my skin bubbled and writhed furiously of its own accord. Tiny boils began erupting across my flesh and hundreds of wriggling white maggots spurted onto the mirror and the ivory, each one coated in blood and pus.

I’m having another nightmare! my mind shrieked. This can’t be real. I’m dreaming or I’m feverish. This is just a hallucination!

I opened my mouth to scream for Dolores but no sound came out; instead my stomach heaved wretchedly and expelled thousands and thousands of thrashing maggots from my insides. They slid across the floor, making my bile come alive. I could no longer hold myself up and I crashed to my knees. Maggots popped under my weight, coating the bathroom tiles with a thick, bloody sludge. It had the texture of tar and my hands and knees boiled when I came in contact with it.

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LanguageEnglish
PublisherSandra Ross
Release dateNov 3, 2013
ISBN9781310876257
Room Of Angels: Requiem For A Dream 3

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    Room Of Angels - Eve Hathaway

    Room of Angels

    By Eve Hathaway

    Published by Publications Circulations LLC.

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    All contents copyright (C) 2013 by Publications Circulations LLC. All rights reserved. No part of this document or the related files may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, by any means (electronic, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the publisher.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, companies and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.

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    Chapter One

    THE CLOUDED VIOLET sky cast almost no reflection on the stagnant calm of the pitiable little garden pond. The former world of brilliant palettes had dimmed to a watery monochrome, or at least that was how I felt.

    My body was almost completely healed now, with my only reminder being the slight limp in my left knee that prevented me from ever pursuing a career in sports. Ha, like that had even been a possibility for me beforehand. My asthma and occasional mental fits had pretty much guaranteed me a life of quiet isolation.

    But still, as I sat in my wheelchair, brought up especially for me by Blu, and gazed out my window at the black-and-white world, I fantasized about being strong enough to bust out of my prison and escape. I dreamt I was Paul Newman in Cool Hand Luke. I closed my eyes and pictured Luke, bound in double chains yet still managing to escape. Luke, digging that ditch again and again. Luke, who never gave up despite the overwhelming odds.

    Knock, knock! I heard the feminine voice waft through the walls and the clink of a padlock being released. Blu had taken to locking me in my room at night to prevent my midnight wanderings, For your own safety, Young Master, as he put it. As for me, I knew that I was his prisoner and I no longer resisted.

    The door swung open and I watched as a whirl of lace and petticoats danced into the room on pointed toes. Dolores Humbert, the one bright spot of color in my otherwise colorless world. I wasn't sure how many days it had been since her arrival, but I had been enamored by her from the moment she set foot into this cursed manor.

    She was the perfect replica of a china doll, down to the flawless pale skin, poppy cheeks, and rosebud lips. Her eyes were wide and childlike and the exact shade of blue as a clear summer sky. Her shining golden hair was set into perfect sausage curls and even her clothes were made to look like something from a Victorian child's nursery and the perfume of lilies followed her wherever she went. Never in my life had I ever seen anything quite like her, for even though she was dressed as a doll, she was certainly the same age as I was.

    Judas, you're awake! she cooed happily and fastened my bedroom door shut behind her. I'm so glad! You've been fast asleep the past two times I came to see you.

    Where are Bast and Blu? I murmured weakly, pulling myself up straight in my chair. Both of them had done their

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