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Wages of Sin
By: Penelope WilliamsoneBook Publisher: Hachette
Imprint: Grand Central Publishing
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* Penn Williamson's previous hardcover, Mortal Sins (Mysterious Press, 6/00), grossed nearly 50,000 copies. The paperback edition will be released simultaneously with, and contain a teaser chapter from, The Crucible Of Death.
* The author's novels are extremely popular in Europe, especially France and Germany, where they are best-sellers.
* The Crucible Of Death continues Williamson's successful departure from her earlier women's fiction titles, written under the name Penelope Williamson. Here, in this stand-alone novel, she picks up where Mortal Sins left off in a riveting story of murder, desire, and intrigue that will further establish her as a mainstream author in the same vein as Sandra Brown.
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| Title of eBook: Wages of Sin | |
| Release Date: 12-14-2008 | |
| Publisher: Grand Central Publishing |
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| SKU | 9785551951322 |
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Wages of Sin
Chapter One
New Orleans, 1927Tonight, he would write to her with his own blood. He'd been planning the letter for some time now, ever since this one movie that he'd seen: a spectacle film where a Russian peasant girl lay dying and they brought in the doctor to bleed her. The director had shot a decent close-up of the lancing blade piercing flesh, opening up a vein into a bowl, and then the optical effects guy had doused the camera lens with blood. They'd probably used pig's blood, but on the par speed film it had looked like ink and that was when the idea first came to him. About how he could warn her by writing to her with his blood.
Not that he had bothered with giving much of a warning to the others, hadn't really given them a chance to save themselves. Fuck 'em. They wouldn't have listened anyway. Always, when a new one was first chosen, he'd feel some hope that this time it would be different. But after he had watched them for a while, after he'd looked into their hearts and seen the real them, he always came around to accepting the inevitable: that even death couldn't redeem the hopelessly lost.
And yeah, okay, okay, sometimes he did go ahead and fuck them anyway before he killed them. It was only sex, after all, and he was never selfish about it. He always tried to make it good for them, too. To give them a few moments of sweet pleasure, however fleeting, before that big postcoital sleep.
Anyway, the others ... call them small sacrifices of appeasement, if you will, because ultimately she was the only one truly worthy of salvation. She wasn't a chosen one, she was the chosen one, but she was also his one. She was his love, his des
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