On The Edge

Angie Skelhorn

Genre:  young female adult, teen, women

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Publisher:

Club Lighthouse Publishing

Release Date:

September 7, 2010

Length:

90 pages

Ebook ISBN:

978-1-926839-36-3
 

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www.AngieSkelhorn.com

www.witchskel.com

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www.clublighthousepublishing.com

 

Book Preview: "On The Edge"

ON THE EDGE , a novel marked to young females and adults alike. In today's society permeated with illict and ready availble drugs, "On The Edge," tells the story of dispair, addiction and with the aid of witchcraft recovery.

ON THE EDGE," is a story of redemption in which today's reader will find hope

REVIEW

Interesting, powerful theme and writing -

Reviewed by: G.H. Corbett Author/Professor Fleming College

EXCERPT

CHAPTER ONE:
At dusk, the time of the greatest quiet, the wind rose, the sky darkened, and the rain
heavily poured. The mighty wind roared and smashed windows. Shingle by shingle, board by board, the roof disappeared. The house violently swayed in a to and fro motion, then the walls cracked and blew apart. Carm's young husband hurried her to the basement for shelter. Panicked, her adrenaline kicked in. At the bottom of the stairs, huddled inside the doorframe, her heart pounding, her nerves close to exploding, the basement door tore from its hinges and slammed into Jordan. He stumbled, holding out his hand for her, when his eyes rolled back and he crumpled, his head thudding hard against the cement floor.

In the dead of the night she woke battered and bruised as if she had been beaten with a two-by-four. Thunder boomed. Lightning illuminated the sky. A severe headache blurred her vision scrambling over the debris toward her husband. Dizzy, as if things still whirled, she reached down yanking him by the shirt. Shaking him water seeped through her fingers. His gaze transfixed, he said nothing. With two trembling fingertips on his neck she checked and could not find a pulse. She crooked her head to listen for breathing. She heard none.

Taking action, a cold chill ran through her body. Tearful, she breathed into his mouth,
and then listened for noise in his airways. There was no exchange of air.

The heavy rain poured. Lightning flashed. She drew her young husband hard againsther breast not believing he had passed. "Please baby," she sobbed. "Wake up. Don't leave me alone here like this. I need you!"