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Harlot Malediction
Harlot Malediction
Harlot Malediction
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In the days of Abraham and Moses, a malediction was borne upon the sinners, pagans, and idolaters of the land of Canaan, home of Sodom and Gomorrah, and exterminated the wicked. The long forgotten malediction returns when the curse is uttered by chance; the 300 citizens of Al-Jibram, Israel, are in for hell on earth. There is no escaping the malediction, there is only suffering it.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJeff Vrolyks
Release dateJun 13, 2012
ISBN9781476234113
Harlot Malediction
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Jeff Vrolyks

Jeff Vrolyks lives with his supple wife of 7 years Christy in Simi Valley, California. He is a new writer, in that he recently discovered a passion for writing and hasn't stopped since. He was in the Air Force for a four year stint (cargo aircraft crew-chief), worked in the beer beverage industry, automotive industry, and in the oil fields on drilling rigs. His turn on’s include rain-forest thunderstorms, rainy sunsets at the beach, and glowing reviews from you. His turn off’s include driving in Los Angeles, working-out in an over-crowded gym with fat hairy people in spandex, and receiving scathing reviews from people intolerant of foul language and violence. Find him on Facebook to be kept current on upcoming releases.

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    Harlot Malediction - Jeff Vrolyks

    Harlot Malediction

    A Novel by Jeff Vrolyks

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    Copyright 2014 Jeff Vrolyks

    Chapter One

    Of all the damned places in the world to move to. A shithole where sand is without a doubt the main export. A place where sand volleyball is just called volleyball. A place where your ass crack will have inhabited your body-weight in sand by the time you spin your first dreidel, receive your first Channukah present, dodge your first suicide-bomber. That’s right, Israel. And don’t think for a second that the collective efforts of fourteen-year-old Charlotte Burton and thirteen-year-old Noah against moving to Israel didn’t include not just these but a few dozen others witticisms.

    A country sized like a postage stamp on a football field that is the middle east; a pissed-off football field fighting for possession of that miserable little stamp.

    Luke Burton, their father, would just laugh. He assured them they would like it. He’d rattle off to Charlotte a few of the good looking Hollywood actors from Israel, including Brad Pitt, Zach Efron, and Ryan Gosling, none of who are actually from Israel, but his daughter wouldn’t know that. To Noah he said Natalie Portman was from Israel, and this was true. Noah did appreciate that, being that Star Wars was a religion as powerful to him as Judaism is to the Israelis. The cold hard truth of it all was this: Luke got canned from his job as professor of biochemistry at Pepperdine University, Malibu, for selling a joint to a student whom he thought was his friend (he wasn’t so friendly after flunking him), and with that red mark against his record, finding a job was about as easy as keeping the sand out of your ass in the middle east; willing to overlook his folly was Hebrew University of Jerusalem.

    Luke had flown to Israel without Charlotte and Noah and returned four days later with two things: a new professorial job in biochemistry, and a lease on a house. Charlotte continued giving him the cold shoulder, but broke her silence when Luke mentioned the house they’d be living in was located in the town of Al-Jibram, to which she replied, Maybe I can join the Al Qaeda cheerleading squad. Luke smiled and said they’d be moving in three weeks.

    Charlotte did a little probing around on the computer and found very little on Al-Jibram, other than it was six miles from Jerusalem (there they call it Yerushalayim—moron’s can’t even spell their own city correctly) and located just off of interstate 60. There were no pictures, no real estate for sale on the two websites she visited.

    That isn’t all that unusual, Luke reasoned on the flight over, being that there are only three-hundred people residing in Al-Jibram. He thought she’d be pleasantly surprised when she saw their house, which was owned by another professor at the university. His salary wasn’t as high as it was at Pepperdine, but it was close. The real kicker was the price of real estate in Al-Jibram. The same three-story house in Malibu would go for two million, easily. He was only paying the equivalent of twelve-hundred U.S. bucks a month for it. Why so cheap? Luke, in an attempt to make his daughter smile, said Because the Israeli’s suck at math. She smiled, small as it was, before sighing. Noah looked forward to meeting the local girls. In his mind, every other chick would be Natalie Portman’s twin sister.

    It was the end of summer. Their bags were unpacked, pre-furnished home’s furniture was rearranged to their liking. The furniture was as old as the house, which was built in the late 1800’s. It was a rickety high-vaulted many-gabled house with a surprisingly small number of windows, which Charlotte guessed was because nobody wanted to see sand all the fucking time. It really wasn’t that sandy.

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