We are once again reminded that our heroine, Miss Annalise McLean, is no saint. What she is upset about remains for you to find out on launch day.
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THE DEMON MAELSTROM, EXCERPT ----
Anna
dissolved into a fresh wave of tears and buried her face in the couch
pillow. After several body-racking sobs she let out a horrendous
scream at the top of her lungs, only for the sound to die into the
upholstered surface muffling her mouth. She screamed again and again
into the pillow, feeling her throat vibrate and strain, emptying her
lungs in one shriek of grief after another until nearly hoarse. She
felt like wrecking something, like throwing Central Admin onto the
floor in a rage and smashing it into tiny pieces as if it were fine
china. She wanted Adam dead.
As
she lay weeping on the couch a sudden craving rose up inside her, a
bitter tide of lust for numbness and indifference in the face of all
this despair. She knew that feeling all too well but it filled her
now like it never had before, consuming her body with the urge she
knew she should resist at all costs. Her stomach growled at her, her
head swam a bit as a pulsating ache occupied itself with tormenting
her left eye.
She
wanted alcohol. Now.
Her
willpower to resist evaporated. Once the decision had clicked over in
her brain she acted almost without thinking. A kind of tunnel vision
set in and she knew she was standing and moving towards the cabinet
on the far wall. It was a kind of buffet service with a wide
glassed-in cabinet on top, and behind the glass lay several bottles
of choice red wine. A warning bell in her mind blared in vain that it
was the wine Mr. Vickers used for mass, that she ought not even touch
it much less drink it like the alcoholic she knew she was. She
grabbed the door handles and pulled.
The
cabinet rattled but didn't open. She pulled again, and only on the
third tug realized that a lock held the doors fast shut. Some neuron
in her brain spasmed and she pulled her sweater sleeve over her fist
and struck the glass hard. The glass splintered with a muffled crack
and she cleared it away hurriedly with her wrapped hand, then reached
in for the closest bottle. In her rush to extract it from its nesting
place she banged her fingers on the inside edge of the door, sending
excruciating pain radiating up from her knuckles. Swearing hard, she
snatched up the wine key from the lower shelf and knifed open the
foil around the neck of the bottle, then drove the corkscrew into the
cork and extracted it with the precision and speed of a former master
of the art. Without even attempting to look for a glass of any kind
she put the bottle to her lips and took a long swig.
Well something terrible just happened. Central Admin blew something up, killed somebody Anna cared about or something. I'm a little nervous as to who got offed. I kind of wish Fr. Vickers or someone would walk in and do or say something to help her. I love what you have done here. One of the most "unforgiveable" sinners a person can be in the eyes of the world is to be a pregnant woman who drinks. To Catholic readers, this act amounts to sacrilege too. The readers who have been paying attention to Anna's growth know that she was always a catastrophe away from this in her fragile state. She is getting pushed to her limit in unprecedented ways, and she does not have a strong faith or mentally healthy coping skills in her arsenal. My heart really weeps for her. She is going to hate herself for this moment, but right now she is too busy hating Adam and grieving. Someone needs to help her before she unravels further.
ReplyDeleteMy thought, since this is a dark book, is somehow central admin is forcing an abortion on her. Or perhaps have killed someone she knew in front of her to keep her in line. It does raise questions as to what brought on the inevitable.
ReplyDeleteYou're both in the ballpark. You'll have to wait and see what really happened, though. :-)
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