American Coven by Amy Cross (The Complete Series 1-8)
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Overview: Amy Cross writes serial fiction in a number of genres, mainly focusing on horror and fantasy. Books include The Girl Who Never Came Back, Asylum, The Night Girl and The Dead & the Dying.
Genre: Thriller | Mystery
The House on Willow Road Prologue 1 "Okay," he says, raising his hands and taking a step back. "I’m sorry, Wendy, I just figured that since you helped me, maybe I could help you, but that’s absolutely not a problem if you’d rather…" His voices trails off for a moment, and then he turns and looks first one way, then the other, giving me a chance to see that his head is surprisingly long. I guess his brain has adapted to such a strange shape. "I’ve already bothered you enough," he continues. "Thanks for the directions, and good luck with your bike. I’m sure a smart girl like you can figure it out.
Womb Holly Carter 2 "Get off me!" I shout, swinging the broom at her and only just missing the top of her head as she ducks out of the way. "Get the fuck away from me!" I’m trembling with rage now. There has to be a way out of this place. I just need to be smart and work it out. I’ve seen movies where people get trapped, and I always feel like I’m smarter than the person in the movie. There has to be a chance to escape, if only I can focus.
The Ice Bath Holly Carter 3 "What do you want?" I ask, standing in the dark kitchen.
Over by the doorway, his features hidden by shadows, the man seems content to just stare at me. Although I can’t make out his face, I can see that he’s fairly tall, with a stocky, bulky body shape. There’s something long and metallic in his left hand, and I can’t tell whether or not it’s a rifle. The creepiest thing, though, is that since I came up from the basement, he’s been standing and watching me for several minutes. Suddenly all my plans to force my way out of here are falling apart, lost in the uncertainty of the moment.
The Thin-Faced Man Natalie 4 They’re arguing. Why can’t they stop arguing? Please, God, make them stop.Squeezing my eyes tighter and tighter, I start holding my breath, desperately hoping that somehow the noise will go away. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I take a deep breath and open my eyes. It’s no use. They’re still arguing.
Please, God. I’m only asking for one thing. Make them stop arguing.
The Weight of Bones Prologue 5 f you say so," she replies, gently pushing me out the door. "Now go! The key’ll be in the usual place! Let yourself in, look after the place, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. See you tomorrow, honey! And don’t run all the way to the bus, okay? Remember, slow and steady wins the race.
The Power of Three Prologue 6 Towns are the Devil’s work," he continues. "It’s not right for any man to live so close to his neighbors, rubbing shoulders. That’s what they do all day, isn’t it? They go around, rubbing each other’s shoulders in the street. You need space, or you’ll lose your mind. That’s the problem with this country today. Everyone’s so close to everyone else. The last time I went into town, a couple of years ago, the stink was terrible. You had to smell everyone else; that’s how close you were! There’s barely any room to move without bumping into everyone else.
Sunflowers Holly 7 Looking around, I see that we’re in a messy, crowded room filled with old, faded furniture and bags of what appear to be newspapers. I’m resting on a grubby, hole-pocked sofa, with a tatty blanket covering my legs, and Elizabeth and Natalie are kneeling next to me on the floor. It’s a strange scene, peaceful but imbued with the knowledge of everything that has gone on in this place. I can’t help looking down at the floor, and thinking of the basement deep below.
The Face of Evil Ben Lawler 8 Elizabeth nods. "The power of three requires three women to be down here, but it doesn’t have to be three specific women. And Samantha’s just on the other side of the window, so she might be close enough. Get out of the way." Pushing me aside, Elizabeth steps up onto the chair and reaches through the bars to touch the side of Samantha’s face. "Can you hear me?" she asks. "We need your help. We’ve been through the same thing you’ve been through. We’ve been in this house for a long time, and we need your help to get out.
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