RAINY DAY EXCERPTS: “BLOOD SISTERS”

Welcome to another Tuesday celebrating bookish events, First Chapter/Intros, originally hosted by Bibliophile by the Sea and now hosted by I’d Rather Be at the Beach; and Teaser Tuesdays hosted by The Purple Booker.

Today’s feature is Blood Sisters, by Jane Corry,  a new thriller featuring three girls, one accident, and a lifetime of lies.

 

 

Intro:  (September 2016, Alison)

Careful.  It’s not the size that counts.  It’s the sharpness.  And the angle.  The blade must sing.  Not scratch.

I hold the piece of blue glass up to the window light.  It’s the same color as the type you occasionally see in bottles lining the shelves of old-fashioned pharmacies.  A nice clean cut.  No sharp bits that need trimming, which is always tricky.  So easy to get splinters of glass in your skin or on your clothes.

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Teaser:  (May 2017, Alison)

There’s an atmosphere in the prison the next day.  I can smell it.  Taste it.  Something is going to happen.  You sense it when you’ve been here a while. (53%).

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Synopsis:  Three little girls set off to school one sunny morning. Within an hour, one of them is dead.

Fifteen years later, Kitty can’t speak and has no memory of the accident that’s to blame. She lives in an institution, unlikely ever to leave. But that doesn’t keep her from being frightened when she encounters an eerily familiar face.

Art teacher Alison looks fine on the surface. But the surface is a lie. She’s struggling to make ends meet and to forget the past. When a teaching job at a prison opens up, she takes it, despite her fears. Maybe this is her chance to set things right. Then she starts to receive alarming notes; next, her classroom erupts in violence.

Meanwhile, someone is watching both Kitty and Alison. Someone who never forgot what happened that day. Someone who wants revenge. And only another life will do. . .

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What do you think?  Would you keep reading?

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