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    Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm

    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611
Tell Her the Devil Says Hello

Tell Her the Devil Says Hello

Gerry Tucker, Kimberly

Paperback

General Fiction

ISBN13: 9798325067860
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Jun 1 2024
Pages: 500
Weight: 1.53
Height: 1.01 Width: 6.14 Depth: 9.21
Language: English
Tell your daughter the devil says hello... Chilling words... uttered so nonchalantly. Words meant to inflict psychological torment - a talent our antagonist excels at. His hunger craves fear. He'll get into your head and then take it from you... maybe in a soundproofed van, a bucolic forest, wherever the opportunity arises.

Amid this terror is yoga instructor Carole Pitching; a solitary woman graced with a touch of magic. She's hiding away in a house way too big for her, coming to terms with profound grief, her mental health, and her disability. Never having known a mother, she is craving love and not looking for it... Carole has witnessed the aftermath of brutality. She's sensed the weight of unseen gazes fixed on her. Beneath her surface lies strength, resilience, and latent abilities that go far deeper than she imagined. Her magnificent weeping willow tree hides dark truths. From cryptic tokens bestowed by her feathered allies to the creeping dread of losing her mind, Carole's path is fraught with challenges and mysteries that will lead her--and you--through a labyrinth of fear and wonder, to a revelation she didn't see coming.

Our antagonist possesses power too. His charm and intellect are the silent wings of a raptor, gliding through the social landscape. As hawks track prey from above, he assesses every angle and vulnerability. His social mask is the talon, disarming and inviting, while his mind circles, calculating, ready to strike. When he moves in for the kill, it is indeed with the precision of a predator. As a chameleon who reveres stalkers of prey, he is unaware that those predators he so admires have always been watching him.

The veil that separates physical world evils from ethereal entities is a net of gossamer threads, thin as cobwebs. When it unravels, maybe, just maybe justice will be served.

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