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    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

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The Hungers: last day of summer

The Hungers: last day of summer

Cook, Wayne

Paperback

Horror

ISBN13: 9798673623299
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Aug 8 2020
Pages: 98
Weight: 0.34
Height: 0.23 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
Come along and follow one man's descent into madness, or his ultimate salvation. You have been cordially invited down into the depths of depravity as your mind is bent and twisted. Take heed, you have been warned, there is no unseeing, no turning away from this roadside carnage. Your sanity will forever bear the scars of this careless act you are about to engage in. So you're going to come along, well okay then, better buckle up it's a bumpy ride. Come now and join The Harper's. A family of five as they are torn away from there mundane life. Stand back and watch as their humdrum existence is forever turned upside down. As you turn the pages and perceive what only the demons of hell we're meant to observe. You will watch helplessly as the characters struggle between childhood innocence and the consequences of adulthood. You will find you have a pressing need to assist the Lost and helpless family. But can only offer your tears as their roadmap. Along the way, you will meet strange characters. Twisted deformities of a Grimms fairytale nightmare. They will tease you, as you're pulled along with promises and enticing treatises, Only to find your consciousness smashed on the rocks of oblivion. Your salvation will soon be lost as you are enticed to turn the pages. Gradually methodically you will be sucked deeper and deeper Down into a dark labyrinth between shadow and darkness. Your childhood memories will be entangled with a hellesh nightmare, a waking hell. Forgive me I am no literary, no man of high letter, just a man with a story to tell. So bear with me and aquarium, if I mistake the works of Sir Edward Layton for someone of lesser renowned. I am only trying to tell a tale, the tears at me like the proverbial demons that rake my flesh and torture my soul. You can come to, Alas said the fool from that agent family Benvenuto Cellini, the road is twisted but dam it's fun.

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