River's Edge (Cape Refuge Series #3) [NOOK Book]

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The man Lisa Jackson loved most may have betrayed her.
Another used deception to manipulate her.
But did one of them kill her?

Ben Jackson is sure to defeat Jonathan Cleary in Cape Refuge’s mayoral race, until his wife turns up missing the day before a major debate. Suspecting foul play, Police Chief Cade ...
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Overview

The man Lisa Jackson loved most may have betrayed her.
Another used deception to manipulate her.
But did one of them kill her?

Ben Jackson is sure to defeat Jonathan Cleary in Cape Refuge’s mayoral race, until his wife turns up missing the day before a major debate. Suspecting foul play, Police Chief Cade launches an island-wide search. But it takes a psychic’s “vision” to point police to the riverside—and Lisa’s body.

The evidence implicating Ben in his wife’s murder is convincing. But as a local scandal escalates into a national media circus, Cade’s instincts tell him to dig deeper. And he’s not the only one. Blair Owens of the Cape Refuge Journal is using her investigative skills to uncover a rat’s nest of dirty secrets—and more than one person with a motive for murder. But Blair’s methods are jeopardizing her relationship with Cade, and an unsolicited prediction from the psychic only adds to her troubles. Is the man’s so-called gift truly from God, as he claims?

Did Lisa’s murder have anything to do with the mayoral race, her husband’s alleged affair, or her decade-long struggle with infertility? Whoever the killer is, he’s about to take his evasion of justice to the next, lethal level. And someone else is going to die.
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This well-crafted suspense novel picks up immediately following the second installment in the Cape Refuge series: Blair has just become a Christian and a newspaper owner; Morgan struggles with infertility; and Jonathan faces two opponents in his quest to become the mayor of Cape Refuge, their small Georgia island town. When the wife of one of Jonathan's opponents goes missing, among those the chief of police suspects are the third mayoral candidate (who is, unsurprisingly, an atheist), a prosperous fertility doctor and a local psychic who appears to have uncanny knowledge about the case. Despite some didactic moments (a biblical exposition of the dangers of divination, for example), the novel manages to be more plot-driven than message-driven, a step forward for evangelical Christian suspense. Numerous red herrings in the meticulously plotted story will keep readers guessing, and they will be delighted by the skillful surprise ending. (Sept.) — Publisher’s Weekly
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780310860129
  • Publisher: Zondervan
  • Publication date: 7/27/2009
  • Series: Cape Refuge Series , #3
  • Sold by: Zondervan Publishing
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 3,021
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Terri Blackstock

Terri Blackstock has sold over seven million books worldwide and is a New York Times best-selling author. She is the award-winning author of Intervention, Vicious Cycle, and Downfall, as well as such series as Cape Refuge, Newpointe 911, the SunCoast Chronicles, and the Restoration Series. Visit her website at www.terriblackstock.com Facebook: tblackstock Twitter: @terriblackstock


 

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River's Edge


By Terri Blackstock

Zondervan

Copyright © 2004 Terri Blackstock
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-310-23594-4


Chapter One

The cramps woke Morgan at 3:30 a.m., startling her out of a deep slumber. She'd been immersed in a dream about a little girl on a swing set, her long brown hair flowing on the breeze. She knew without a doubt that the child was the baby she was carrying.

The cramps offered a stark warning, as if her anxiety had shaped into a blunt instrument that bludgeoned her hope.

She sat up, her hand pressed over her flat stomach, and looked at Jonathan, who slept peacefully next to her. Should she wake him to tell him she was cramping, or just be still and wait for it to pass?

She had taken the home pregnancy test yesterday morning, then followed up with a blood test at her doctor's office that afternoon. Jonathan sat in the examining room with her, fidgeting and chattering to pass the time. When the nurse came back with the verdict, he sprang to his feet, muscles all tense, like a tiger tracking a gazelle.

"Before I tell you the results, I need to know if I'm bearing good or bad news."

Jonathan glanced at Morgan, and she knew he was way too close to calling the woman a smart aleck and warning her not to toy with them. "Come on, just tell us."

"But do you want to be pregnant? Is good news a yes or a no?"

Before he could grab the nurse by the shoulders and shake the playfulness out of her, Morgan blurted out, "Yes! More than anything!"

"Are we going to have a baby or not?" Jonathan asked.

"Congratulations!" The word burst out of the nurse's mouth, and Morgan came off the table, flinging herself into his arms, and they yelled like kids as he swung her around.

They agreed not to announce it until today, so they could share that first night of giddy excitement, crushing the secret between them.

They waited until Caleb, their eighteen-month-old foster child, was sound asleep, then went across the street to Hanover House's private stretch of beach. They giggled and danced under the May moonlight, to the music of the waves whooshing and frothing against the shore. When they'd finally gone to bed, they lay awake until close to midnight, wondering if it would be a girl or a boy, and how soon they would be able to see their child on a sonogram. Jonathan held Morgan and whispered about soccer games and ballet, piano lessons and PTA.

Finally, they had both fallen asleep, and now she didn't want to wake him. It was probably nothing. Just something she ate last night. She would have to be more careful now.

But as the moments dragged on the cramping grew worse, and she couldn't ignore it. She folded her arms across her stomach and slid her feet out of bed. She sat up and realized it was worse, even, than she thought. There was blood.

"Oh, no." The words came out loud and unbidden, and Jonathan turned over and looked up at her in the night.

"Baby, what is it?"

She turned on the lamp. "Oh, Jonathan ..."

He looked at her with an innocent, terrible dread, expecting something, though not clear what. Slowly, he sat up. "What?"

A sob rose in her throat as she pointed to the mattress.

For a moment they both just stared at it, the blood-spot of a dream dying.

Their unformed, barely real, secret baby dying.

Then he jolted out of his stunned stupor and sprang out of bed. "Are you okay?"

"I'm losing it." The words bubbled up in her throat. "Jonathan, I'm losing the baby!"

"We're going to the hospital. Maybe it's not what you think. Maybe they can stop it." He pulled on the jeans hanging over a chair by the bed.

Maybe he was right. Maybe the baby was still there, nestled in its little sac, unscathed by whatever thing had broken loose in her. Or if not, maybe the medical staff could ward off danger, stop the impending doom, give her some magic pill to make it hang on.

She quickly got dressed while Jonathan woke Sadie-their seventeen-year-old foster daughter and Caleb's sister-to tell her of the emergency and ask her to listen for her little brother in case they weren't back when he awoke.

Then Jonathan helped Morgan out to the car as though she were a sick woman who couldn't walk on her own. She tried not to make sudden moves, not to walk too hard, not to cramp so tightly.

But it all seemed out of her control.

"It's okay, baby," Jonathan said as he drove at breakneck speed across the island. "We'll be in Savannah in no time."

Was it already too late? The drive from Cape Refuge to the closest hospital was too far. She cried quietly, staring out the windshield, praying that God would intervene.

"God's going to save her," he muttered as he drove. "He has to."

Morgan's face twisted. "Her ... you said her." She looked over at him and saw the tears on his face. "You think it's a girl?"

He didn't answer. "God, please ..."

She sobbed as he drove, her hand pressed against her stomach. What kind of mother am I? I couldn't keep it safe for a day? Her tears were cold against her face in the breeze of the airconditioner.

Jonathan's lips moved in some silent monologue-a desperate preacher's prayer of faith and hope-or the angry railing of a seaman who saw terror coming and believed he could head it off with enough threats. His hands clutched the steering wheel, and occasionally he reached over to touch her with fearful reassurance.

Finally, they reached St. Joseph's, and Jonathan pulled up to the emergency room door. He got out and ran to Morgan's side, helped her out. There was blood all over the back of her robe, and some of it had soaked into the seat.

"I need help here!" Jonathan helped her through the sliding glass door. "Please, someone help!"

But Morgan knew there was no help for her baby. It was already too late.

Chapter Two

Two hours later, they rode home in silence, each mired in their own despair. As she'd known he would, the doctor confirmed her fears. She had miscarried her child.

Guilt and anguish ached through her body.

How would Jonathan ever forgive her?

They both wept quietly as the sun rose over the Atlantic, heralding a day that others would find beautiful and welcome. But she would do anything to turn the clock back to this time yesterday.

(Continues...)



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First Chapter

The cramps woke Morgan at 3:30 a.m., startling her out of a deep slumber. She'd been immersed in a dream about a little girl on a swing set, her long brown hair flowing on the breeze. She knew without a doubt that the child was the baby she was carrying.
The cramps offered a stark warning, as if her anxiety had shaped into a blunt instrument that bludgeoned her hope.
She sat up, her hand pressed over her flat stomach, and looked at Jonathan, who slept peacefully next to her. Should she wake him to tell him she was cramping, or just be still and wait for it to pass?
She had taken the home pregnancy test yesterday morning, then followed up with a blood test at her doctor's office that afternoon. Jonathan sat in the examining room with her, fidgeting and chattering to pass the time. When the nurse came back with the verdict, he sprang to his feet, muscles all tense, like a tiger tracking a gazelle.
'Before I tell you the results, I need to know if I'm bearing good or bad news.'
Jonathan glanced at Morgan, and she knew he was way too close to calling the woman a smart aleck and warning her not to toy with them. 'Come on, just tell us.'
'But do you want to be pregnant? Is good news a yes or a no?'
Before he could grab the nurse by the shoulders and shake the playfulness out of her, Morgan blurted out, 'Yes! More than anything!'
'Are we going to have a baby or not?' Jonathan asked.
'Congratulations!' The word burst out of the nurse's mouth, and Morgan came off the table, flinging herself into his arms, and they yelled like kids as he swung her around.
They agreed not to announce it until today, so they could share that first night of giddy excitement, crushing the secret between them.
They waited until Caleb, their eighteen-month-old foster child, was sound asleep, then went across the street to Hanover House's private stretch of beach. They giggled and danced under the May moonlight, to the music of the waves whooshing and frothing against the shore. When they'd finally gone to bed, they lay awake until close to midnight, wondering if it would be a girl or a boy, and how soon they would be able to see their child on a sonogram. Jonathan held Morgan and whispered about soccer games and ballet, piano lessons and PTA.
Finally, they had both fallen asleep, and now she didn't want to wake him. It was probably nothing. Just something she ate last night. She would have to be more careful now.
But as the moments dragged on the cramping grew worse, and she couldn't ignore it. She folded her arms across her stomach and slid her feet out of bed. She sat up and realized it was worse, even, than she thought. There was blood.
'Oh, no.' The words came out loud and unbidden, and Jonathan turned over and looked up at her in the night.
'Baby, what is it?'
She turned on the lamp. 'Oh, Jonathan ...'
He looked at her with an innocent, terrible dread, expecting something, though not clear what. Slowly, he sat up. 'What?'
A sob rose in her throat as she pointed to the mattress.
For a moment they both just stared at it, the blood-spot of a dream dying.
Their unformed, barely real, secret baby dying.
Then he jolted out of his stunned stupor and sprang out of bed. 'Are you okay?'
'I'm losing it.' The words bubbled up in her throat. 'Jonathan, I'm losing the baby!'
'We're going to the hospital. Maybe it's not what you think. Maybe they can stop it.' He pulled on the jeans hanging over a chair by the bed.
Maybe he was right. Maybe the baby was still there, nestled in its little sac, unscathed by whatever thing had broken loose in her. Or if not, maybe the medical staff could ward off danger, stop the impending doom, give her some magic pill to make it hang on.
She quickly got dressed while Jonathan woke Sadie---their seventeen-year-old foster daughter and Caleb's sister---to tell her of the emergency and ask her to listen for her little brother in case they weren't back when he awoke.
Then Jonathan helped Morgan out to the car as though she were a sick woman who couldn't walk on her own. She tried not to make sudden moves, not to walk too hard, not to cramp so tightly.
But it all seemed out of her control.
'It's okay, baby,' Jonathan said as he drove at breakneck speed across the island. 'We'll be in Savannah in no time.'
Was it already too late? The drive from Cape Refuge to the closest hospital was too far. She cried quietly, staring out the windshield, praying that God would intervene.
'God's going to save her,' he muttered as he drove. 'He has to.'
Morgan's face twisted. 'Her ... you said her.' She looked over at him and saw the tears on his face. 'You think it's a girl?'
He didn't answer. 'God, please ...'
She sobbed as he drove, her hand pressed against her stomach. What kind of mother am I? I couldn't keep it safe for a day? Her tears were cold against her face in the breeze of the air-conditioner.
Jonathan's lips moved in some silent monologue---a desperate preacher's prayer of faith and hope---or the angry railing of a seaman who saw terror coming and believed he could head it off with enough threats. His hands clutched the steering wheel, and occasionally he reached over to touch her with fearful reassurance.
Finally, they reached St. Joseph's, and Jonathan pulled up to the emergency room door. He got out and ran to Morgan's side, helped her out. There was blood all over the back of her robe, and some of it had soaked into the seat.
'I need help here!' Jonathan helped her through the sliding glass door. 'Please, someone help!'
But Morgan knew there was no help for her baby. It was already too late.
@1BM_FIRST = Two hours later, they rode home in silence, each mired in their own despair. As she'd known he would, the doctor confirmed her fears. She had miscarried her child.
Guilt and anguish ached through her body.
How would Jonathan ever forgive her?
They both wept quietly as the sun rose over the Atlantic, heralding a day that others would find beautiful and welcome. But she would do anything to turn the clock back to this time yesterday.
Jonathan pulled their car into the shade of the red cedars at the end of the gravel driveway. Their house loomed big in the morning light, the yellow paint glowing like the sun, the Victorian trim clean and white. Gus---one of the home's residents---had done some repairs on the house and coated it with fresh paint a couple of weeks ago. The full ferns on the porch overflowed their urns in bright, life-filled green. Impatiens in yellow, red, and purple lined the front of the house, well cared for by the home's other residents. It was one of those chores that helped their charges integrate back into the world after time on the streets or in jail. Cause-and-effect lessons about working hard, taking care, cultivating and nurturing, and reaping good results. The testimony of a job well done.
She spoke that lesson to them so many times, reminding them that obedience to God, self-discipline, and love all added up to blessings too numerous to count.
Yet here she was, a poster child that the opposite was true.
The front door to the big yellow house was still closed. Maybe that meant that no one was up yet. If they were, the door would have been open, letting in light, along with the ocean sounds from just across the street, through the glass storm door.
Morgan hoped no one knew where she'd been. She didn't want to explain this to anyone but Sadie.
Jonathan helped her out of the car and walked her up the porch steps.
Sadie met them at the door, her eyes red-rimmed and worried. 'I'm so glad to see you, Morgan!' She threw her arms around her. 'I thought you were dying or something.'
'I'm sorry we worried you, honey.' Morgan held her in a tight, reassuring embrace.
'Jonathan didn't say what was wrong. I saw the blood on your bed ...'
'I'm fine, really.'
'But what's wrong? What happened?'
Her effort not to cry twisted her face.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2010

    Suspense that Knocks Your Socks Off!

    I couldn't put this book down. A great mystery thriller filled with a number of suspects with understandable motives with twists and turns that kept me reading through the night! I just knew I had solved the crime until I reached the end

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Wait 'till you see the twists in this one!

    This series is the first I have ever read from Teri Blackstock. I can't put them down! I thought the first book of the series, Cape Refuge, was very good. I found the second book a little predictable but still held my interest. This book, the third in the Cape Refuge series, was the best of the series so far. With all the twists and turns, you can't wait for the next chapter to see what Ms. Blackstock turns up next. I was really guessing the entire way thru this one. I really love the short chapters. Let's life interrupt without loosing my way in the story and having to backtrack to find where I was. I highly recommend this author if you love mysteries that hold your attention and sincerely appreciate not having to dodge sordid details that don't add to the story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2013

    Good suspense and plot twists

    Excellent story line with many twists in the plot keeps the suspense up until the end. Enjoyed the infertility subplot and the inquiring news reporter. Good light reading.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 12, 2014

    Very Good Book

    You must read this book, very good reading, I really enjoyed it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2014

    Good Story

    My first book with this author. Was a good story even though I didn't read the first two books of this series. I would read another book by this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2014

    Excellent read?

    This series has become my favorite of all time. I am about to start on the fourth book. I am also looking into other series by this talented writer. I've read up to this point in a little under a week, you'll be hooked! Highly recommend

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 13, 2014

    RiverClan

    The old clan is back! Silverstream and Graystripe had a kit and named it Icekit. Icekit never met the old leader. Then his deputy was Silverstream. The new leader gave Icekit a new name. Icepaw. Her mentor was Thornclaw. When she was done, everyone found out that the leader lost all 9 lives. Silverstream became Silverstar. She named Icepaw Icepelt. Icepelt went to the twoleg place. She saw a twoleg makeing clothes. She then tried to make some of her own. She called it 'twoleg fur'. She made Silverstar a skirt. It had brown, green, red, and blond waves. The brown was from thin parts of wood and brown twoleg hair. The green was from grass. The red was from twoleg hair. The blond was also from twoleg hair. Every new member of RiverClan gets twoleg fur. All you have to do is ask if you can join and tell Icepelt what color(s) you want. River res. 2 is map. We need a deputy. - Silverstar

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2014

    Borrow if you must read this mish mash

    Religious theme does nothing for story but suspect put in to get readers who avoid mysteries. Just poor writing and should have had an editor revise manuscript before printing actually the murder is never mentioned in story ubtil the very last and even then he still never shows up only his assistant! and has no relation to anyone or anything in past or present all being red herrings and poor plot

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 6, 2014

    Lilywolf to Mouseheart (On Computer)
    (Oh my gosh he is s

    Lilywolf to Mouseheart (On Computer) <br />

    (Oh my gosh he is so funny! XD And this is where it will really get interesting! But should Lilywolf act like she's in love with X like we were thinking? Cause right now she is totally going to blow everything and then X won't be able to keep control of Goldy! Lol so he better tell her how she must act (probably gonna have to include some threats) or she's just going to waltz into camp and be like, &quot;Hey guys this cat is evil. He's threatening me with trapping Goldenstar and forcing me to be his mate. Really don't love him. Can you help me out?&quot; :P Haha I'll be on from 3:30 p.m. central time onward but I can read your posts even before then!) Lilywolf smirks a bit and meows, &quot;Oh I'm annoying you? That's nice to know. I'll be sure to keep up the good work!&quot; Suddenly she leaps to her paws as Redspirit's mentor says they are going to visit Goldenstar, her eyes wide with fear. The tabby has no idea what the dark tom plans to do but if she is there she is certain she can stop him. Narrowing her ice blue eyes, she charges after him, using all her will to keep a fast sprint. &quot;He will not harm a single hair on anyone's pelt as long as I'm around! I'll show him! One wrong move and he'll have me to contend with! Going to the waking world is a mistake. I have many more allies than he does there and I'm sure together we can defeat him!&quot; She thinks as the pair races through The Dark Forest and towards Horseclan. Lilywolf becomes more and more assured of her plan and savors the thought of destroying the dark tom and returning home. - Lilywolf (my heart doesn't post right!)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 12, 2014

    Phantom

    When he hears Lilywolf stir he doesn't turn to say anything or acknowledge her, his gaze is focused on the land surrounding them. He realizes Lilywolf's sudden change in behavior was most likely due to an effort to save her kit, but he honestly didn't care about motives. Phantom's jaw strenches in a yawn but halfway through snaps shut as the tabby presses herself against him and hints at more. But if Velvetpaw was gone who else was she protecting? She couldn't possibly have changed so quickly...With all these thoughts tumbling around in his mind he only gives the shecat a silent nod as she goes to find something to eat. While she is away Phantom again begins to groom his pelt, which now smelled of Lilywolf almost just as much as it held his own scent. Of all the few things he is ignorant to, a shecats mind is the most puzzling to him. The moment he believes he understands how to control one, they do something completely unexplainable. But at least Lilywolf's change doesn't upset his plans, maybe it may even help, although he admits it will take some getting used to. "Good catch," he meows at her return, trying hard and failing at hiding a slightly pleased smile (lets just say he's not smiling at the fish heehee 0_0) Crouching before a fish and taking a few bites, the grey tom is finished eating when half the fish is gone. Years of residing in the Dark Forest has forced him to become an extremely light eater, and half a fish was enough to make him feel he'd overeaten. Phantom sits by Lilywolf and begins grooming again. He grooms often times to calm his nerves and as much as he hates to admit it, Lilywolf's boldness makes him still slightly nervous as he isn't sure how to behave. But eventually the grey tom leans over and starts grooming Lilywolf's perfectly clean tabby pelt. Starting at her shoulder with teasingly light strokes, Phantom works down to her side and finds his way to her flank where he begins exploring every last inch of her body.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 12, 2014

    Lilywolf

    (Haha yes when you consider the alternatives he certainly could have had worse! :P Oh Phantom. We will honor you in our memories of how much we hate you! Lol! ;) ) Lilywolf watches with her heart pounding as Phantom sinks into her. She must resist a shudder and a cry of protest. But her plan has worked and she can't mess it up now. The shecat only has one shot at this and it is her only card left to play, no matter how sickening. "I have to do this... I can do this." She tells herself. As the grey tom licks her neck, she continues her fake purring, waiting for him to relax entirely. Then she lets all her memories of his evilness flow through her. Slowly the shecat's ice blue eyes turn into slits as she remembers Phantom kidnapping her, forcing her to reject Goldenstar, tearing apart her clan, raping her, and nearly killing Velvetpaw. All of her hatred boils within her and the shecat slowly unsheaths her claws, hidden to Phantom. As he continues kissing her neck, Lilywolf sighs and whispers, "You know Phantom, all this time I thought you were a terrible cat. I thought you were a foxhearted murderer and selfish coward who cared nothing for the cats around him, only revenge." As Phantom props himself up slightly and looks into her eyes, she thinks determinedly, "Not yet... not yet... NOW!" Staring up into Phantom's eyes, she meows confidently, "But now I know without a doubt... that I was right!!!" The deputy suddenly lurches upward and clamps her jaws on his throat, her gaze furious. With a massive crunch she bites down with all her strength, feeling blood rush into her mouth and fatally crushing the grey tom's windpipe. Shoving him out of her with great satisfaction, the tabby rears up and falls foward, forcing Phantom onto his back. Then Lilywolf pins Phantom to the ground, her jaws still embedded in his neck. Ripping out his throat, she holds him down with her clawed paw held firmly on his chest. "You stupid arrogant tom! Did you honestly think I could ever love you after all you've done?! You stole my life, my mate, my clan, my dignity, and nearly my daughter's life! But now I will get everything back while you die because of your own foolish desires! This was all too easy! You will not have your revenge! Goldenstar wins and Horseclan will live on! Without you Redspirit will be easily taken care of and we will restore our clan to greater glory! It must be a shame for all your hard work to amount to nothing. But you already were nothing and that is all you ever will be." Glaring down at the struggling tom with comtempt, she hisses, "Die quickly Phantom! I have a life and a real warrior to get back to." ~ Lilywolf &hearts

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 12, 2014

    Phantom

    Phantom almost misses when Lilywolf starts speaking but eventually her words make him nervous and he sits up to meet her gaze. Before what she says can sink in, she has her jaws around his neck and he feels searing pain as she pushes him off and onto his back. He let's out a gurgled yowl and as she rips apart his throat he can't even manage to fight back. "Li-lil-" he murmers as his vision blurs with blackness. He glares hatefully at the shecat but the glare is soon replaced with a dull haze as his misty colored eyes fade and blood gushes from his throat. Moments later his milky grey shadow pelt begins to fade away. It is eventually replaced by nothing more than a shadowy ghostlike outline of Phantom until he is simply no more

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2013

    Hill recommended mystery

    Good mystery, always enjoy her books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2013

    Another great read----does not disappoint.

    Once again, couldn't put this book of Terri' down. Another winner that needs to be in every fan's collection, and if you're not a fan, start with any series, and you soon will be.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2013

    Price

    This book is only &1,99 on kindle

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    I love reading Terri Blackstock!

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  • Posted November 6, 2008

    Lved It!

    I just could'nt stop reading!!Would recommend this book to anybody GREAT READ

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2007

    I loved this book in the Cape Refuge series.

    Even if this book is your first to read in the Cape Refuge series, you won't be lost. Terri has done an excellent job. It's also interesting to see where the relationship where Blair and Cade will go. I highly recommend this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2006

    Best Story I have read in a long time

    This was a great book. Kept me interested the entire time. Didn't want to put it down. I have read all of this series and didn't want it to end. Great christian input just where it should be. Highly recommend this book....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2004

    The Best of the Cape Refuge Series Yet!

    Terri Blackstock does it again! In this third book in her Cape Refuge continuing series, intrigue, suspense, and revisiting of characters makes this book a must-read. Fast paced, with several unexpected twists and turns, River's Edge is a delight to read! Be warned--you won't be able to put this one down!

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