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by Jack Ketchum
Signed Limited Edition. 1 of 1000 copies
"Ketchum has become a kind of hero to those of us who write tales of terror and suspense. He is, quite simply, one of the best in the business."
by Jack Ketchum
Featuring a special afterword by the author explaining the origins of the story!
When her lover betrays her and dumps her coldly, Doras mind begins to crack.
She tracks down her old high school love to recapture what she might have had.
Hes married with a family now, but Dora isnt about to let that stop her....
Excerpt from the story:
So here I am again, she thought. This is far too familiar.
There was pain of course but she embraced the pain as she always did. He was big and she was not, so she could count on pain with him. Tears and sweat were pretty much the same thing anyway she thought. She was opposed to neither.
But there was yearning. That old unwanted acquaintance.
She wanted—maybe even needed this time—to see his face. A face could speak what the body didn’t. His body told her he was close to coming. As was she. But that was all it told her. A glance over her shoulder was insufficient. Especially in the dark. And Owen insisted on his bedroom dark the way he insisted on taking her from behind.
But here in this room on this bed while he filled her he was emptying her too. She could feel a winding down. She fought that. Pushed back hard into his tight flat belly as though the slap of impact flesh against flesh and his own sounds, his grunts and moans and harsh breathing could meld into an invisible wind that might whirl around and enter her again through her open mouth and ears and eyes.
She wanted to be filled. Instead she relinquished wanting.
It was all she could do.
Praise for Jack Ketchum:
"He is, quite simply, one of the best in the business, on par with Clive Barker, James Ellroy, and Thomas Harris."
"Tautly-written, thoroughly excellent psycho-horror."
—Manchester Evening News
"Ketchums poetically brutal prose, as always, is boiled down to pure, intoxicating essence, without a hint of waste or dross left over. Hes a storyteller and soulsearcher with a narrative as lean as Hemingway...."
About the Author:
Jack Ketchum is the pseudonym for a former actor, singer, teacher, literary agent, lumber salesman, and soda jerk—a former flower child and baby boomer who figures that in 1956 Elvis, dinosaurs and horror probably saved his life. His first novel, Off Season, prompted the Village Voice to publicly scold its publisher in print for publishing violent pornography. He personally disagrees but is perfectly happy to let you decide for yourself. His short story "The Box" won a 1994 Bram Stoker Award from the HWA, his story "Gone" won again in 2000—and in 2003 he won Stokers for both best collection for Peaceable Kingdom and best long fiction for Closing Time. He has written eleven novels, the latest of which are Red, Ladies Night, and The Lost. His stories are collected in The Exit At Toledo Blade Boulevard, Broken on the Wheel of Sex, and Peaceable Kingdom. His novella The Crossings was cited by Stephen King in his speech at the 2003 National Book Awards.
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