The Fall of Never

The Fall of Never

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by Ronald Damien Malfi
     
 

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Kelly Rich, long estranged from her family, is forced to return home when her sister is involved in a mysterious accident. After years of suppressing the events that drove her away she must struggle to unlock the mystery of her past in order to save her sister.

But nothing is as it seems in the foreboding Spires, her ancestral home, where cold hearts rule the hearth

Overview

Kelly Rich, long estranged from her family, is forced to return home when her sister is involved in a mysterious accident. After years of suppressing the events that drove her away she must struggle to unlock the mystery of her past in order to save her sister.

But nothing is as it seems in the foreboding Spires, her ancestral home, where cold hearts rule the hearth and deadly secrets lurk in the forest. Plunged back into the dreamworld of her youth Kelly is faced with the reality of her own role in the tragedies afflicting her family.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780974503172
Publisher:
Raw Dog Screaming Press
Publication date:
11/28/2004
Pages:
352
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.79(d)

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Prologue

In the darkness, shivering, she ran.

--someone let the baby out someone let the baby out someone let the baby out someone--

She burst through clawed tree branches, her body wracked and sweating, her bare feet raw and bleeding from the frozen earth. Her heartbeat pulsed just beneath the surface of her face; her throat burned with each wheezing breath. And for a moment she thought she would faint. Around her, the darkness became blindness ... and the floating orb of the moon, wide and faceless beyond the sprawling canopy of bare trees, blurred and smeared, doubled, trebled, augmented to a greasy horizontal smudge. Only now, thrust into a wooded clearing, was she able to pause and catch her breath, and to wipe her eyes. Runaway rears had frozen the sides of her face, her temples.

--someone let--

She heard a branch snap behind her. Uttered a breathless scream. Turning, she could see nothing, and could only feel her pulse throbbing inside her head and through her arms and legs, rushing the blood, warfare-like, through her body. Was she breathing? She couldn't breathe. Was she dreaming? She couldn't tell for certain...

Another cracking branch, like bone: closer.

No!

Something shifted in the darkness ahead of her. Its proximity paralyzed her.

No...

Pressing her eyes tight, she willed herself away from this place, turning, turning, and called out for her sister, her sister, her--

She could hear him breathing--too close now.

She turned to run, her eyes still shut tight, the fingerlike tree limbs probing and cutting and clawing at her. Her mind summoned images of running brookwater, of forested hillsides crested with snow ... of the shape, shifting, materializing, fiendishly childlike ... of her sister warning her to write it down, write it down, and not to forget it, any of it...

Her legs pumping, she ran. Her heart nearly bursting through her chest, she ran, and she found she could not stop, and though she was running, she was not going anywhere. She was running underwater; she was running in a dream.

A dream...

And she awoke. And she opened her eyes. And she was there, in bed, safe, warm. But afraid.

Because you are here. Because you are right here.

And she was.

And she was.

She screamed. She could not will herself back to bed, could not pull her solid form from this black woods and tuck herself back, back ... could not force herself to believe she was not here.

A frozen hand fell on the back of her neck. She stumbled and fell face first to the forest floor. The side of her head struck something hard and unforgiving, and her vision briefly flickered. She dug her fingers into the soil but could not rise, could not move. Behind her, someone shifted, moved. She could hear breathing aside from her own.

"No," she whispered. It took all her remaining strength just to get it out. "No ... please..."

"Please," a voice hissed from behind her. Very close.

"Please," she managed again, breaking the word into hitching sobs just before the tears came. She could not think, could not move, and she felt herself falling deeper and deeper inside her own head: here, in my bed, in my room, safe, warm, here, here, here here here here, please God put me back in my room and not here here here--

The shape moved around her. She could hear footsteps crunching the dead, frost-covered leaves. And before her mind shut down, she was vaguely aware of long, icy fingers brushing back her sweaty hair.

"Pretty," said the voice.

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Fall of Never 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
While the writing of this book is found to be very good, I would say that the concept of the book is what really made me read all the way through it in two days. At first you don't know why the main character Kelly is having the problems she is having and the way her secrets and her past unfolds is told very interestingly. There were some very chilling scenes and I like how the author managed to go beyond the story and add a sense of a higher power and philosphy to the book. A very good book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So mysteryious and fasinating
Anonymous More than 1 year ago