“Arabella Raine, come to Daddy and see this tree. It’s sprouting Elvis instead of fruit!”
(Just another Appalachian novel, to keep Dee Cyrus Henderson satisfied) Prologue It is 1986 and the flat ground along Route 60, which will someday be Mill Creek… Read more “Sugarpool”
Marsha was dreaming and in her dream she was a girl again and begin cheated out of all the money in her piggybank. Cheated, not robbed for in place of the multitude of nickels, the polished quarters, the flood of dimes, were pennies, dirty pennies, raining down upon her, falling through the belly of a spotted sky.
“You are now my servant, my lowly servant. I will be in different guises, but you will always recognize me and obey my commands.”
“I sent a lie so large that I told my servant, Suga, that it may be impossible for him to swallow, but we both watched as you did.
It was blood, of course, he recognized the smell, although she’d cleverly concealed the source.
“I’m never accurately predicted the reactions of the frightened or stupid, and you appear to be both.”
No one had ever out-rolled Elymas . . . but Quellen had.
“Tonight you have made an enemy of me,” said Elymas to Ondred.