Date Published: 11/12/2013
C. Moore Catholic High School's 10-year reunion was organized as many reunions are - to reminisce, to see who had made a success of their lives, and in truth, to gossip on who had not. But this party in the secluded, 1890's mansion once owned by a long dead, paranoid WWII Veteran, was to become anything but typical.
After a horrible accident within the mansion, the alumni realize they are locked in and fighting for their lives. Instantly, tempers rise and fingers are pointed as the number of living alumni begins to rapidly decrease. Theories range from there being a murderer in the midst to the mansion possibly being haunted by the previous owner's ghost.
Who or what is responsible and will anyone make it out alive?
Find out for yourself in this combination of a mystery and psychological thriller, with a twisted ending!
Quotes from the Novel
"Make them stop," Remington commanded Theodore, who couldn't help but raise an eyebrow upon spotting her ugly pajama set which resembled a dress from the 1800's: long sleeved, polka dots, ankle length and a frilly neck.
"These walls are decorated enough. We don't need my guts spilled all over it," he replied. He cautiously descended the steps anyway, approaching the fighting men as one would approach a sleeping lion, not that one would want to, anyway.
“What a laughing stock,” Allan laughed, pointing at Julian holding the gun. He turned to Theodore. “Relax, that idiot doesn’t even know what he’s doing. If he pulls the trigger, he’ll shoot himself in the stomach.
Breathing heavily, Julian noticed his mistake and then quickly turned the gun around to Theodore with his trembling hands. Blood dripped from his nostrils and onto his gray t-shirt.
“Answer me!” he yelled, reaching his breaking point of patience. He scanned the room quickly, seeking something to grab her attention but then suddenly lunged forward and kicked the bowl right out of her hands. The fluid in the bowl spilled everywhere and turned out to be dark, red blood. He was overcome with shock but just when he thought that things couldn’t get any more confusing, he noticed something in the midst of the spillage. Covered in blood, it was about the size of a fist and seemed rubbery. It wasn’t until Theodore looked closer that he realized that half of the bloody mound was covered in fat and that part of it seemed to be gently pulsating.
To celebrate the release of AA Pencil's debut novel "The Reunion" - During the months of November & December - 1% of the gross sales of all novels with Lavish Publishing, LLC will be donated to the Lupus Foundation of America. The donation will be made in May 2014 in honor of AA Pencil and National Lupus Awareness Month.
A. A. Pencil works part time as a school nurse at an all-boys Catholic school in New York City. As a Lupus survivor, she uses writing as a significant part of her therapy and you will see influences from classical writers such as Agatha Christie and Edgar Alan Poe in her work. When not working or writing, she enjoys cooking, shopping and walking. She has sponsored a child in Mexico for over three years with a children's organization. She currently lives in a borough of New York City with her extended family who are her greatest supporters.
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