Albert Camus

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Wednesday, July 31, 2019

The Blood Lights are the last thing you’ll see… The Blood Lights by Elaine Pascale

"Just... wow. This book is different from anything I have read before. The strength, the intensity of Pascale's writing shines from the very first paragraph. When I read just the prologue I stopped and showed it to other people "Check this out!"." Mar, Goodreads


The Blood Lights are the last thing you’ll see…

They victimize all…

Jezzie Mitchell is in anguish; with her brother’s murder still on her mind, she’s noticed strange behavior among the girls in the residential treatment center where she works. Is there a connection between the contagion on Cape Cod and the deadly Bahamas vacation that changed her life?

Jezzie reaches out to former lover Lou Collins, a scholar who has chased proof of the lights for decades. Will he be able to solve the mystery of the lights in time?

Intensely competitive, reporter Bridgette Collins knows the lights are a way to secure fame in her career. And while it’ll put the final nail into the coffin of her ex-husband’s career, she vows to know the secrets of the lights. Even if it means unleashing a world-wide epidemic…

The boy knows he is lost. 

He is lost, and his former sense of normalcy has completely vanished. 

He feels abandoned. 

The irony, if he were old enough to understand the term, is that he is lost inside of a closet that is only six feet in length. In the dark, the closet feels cavernous, endless. The closet provides adequate space for a trauma that will remain with him throughout his adult years. 

His fear is nearly smothered by the heavy olfactory smog of mothballs and cedar chips, yet the fear constantly recuperates: a phoenix with dread for wings. 

The boy’s face feels tight from the dried traces of tears that etch his cheeks. The hot air rushes his nostrils which are clogged with mucous; the hot air is working against him, forcing him to hyperventilate. The entire house is unfamiliar to him and his eyes, in the darkness, struggle to make out the walls and ceiling of the place where he is being held captive. 

He is not alone.

About the author: 
Elaine Pascale has been writing for most of her life. She took a break from fiction in order to give birth to two children and complete a doctoral dissertation. She lives on Cape Cod, MA, with her husband, son and daughter. She teaches a variety of courses at a private university in Boston: from English Composition and Communications to a Vampire Seminar. Her writing has been published in Allegory Magazine, Dark Fire Magazine, and several anthologies. She is the author of If Nothing Else, Eve, We've Enjoyed the Fruit, and is also the author of the nonfiction book: Metamorphosis: Identity Outcomes in International Student Adaptation--A Grounded Theory Study. She enjoys a robust full moon, chocolate, and collecting cats. 

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Laura said...

Rhis is right up my alley. And what a creepy cover!

Jennifer L. said...

I love the cover. It really stands out.

Anna Josefin Bergman said...

Looks good!