Beaufort Falls (Google eBook)

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Beaufort Falls, 2007 - Fiction - 368 pages
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Secrets of Beaufort Falls are carried to the grave, but the graves don't stay sealed. A tormented spirit returns to avenge her murder and to try to protect her children. Her ex-lover befriends the heads of his victims. A lonely, abused child finds a new life while committed to a children's psychiatric hospital. Nothing is what it seems, in Beaufort Falls.

About The Author: Born into a Georgia family of eccentrics and visionaries, Mari Sloan carries her heritage of storytelling from the Deep South to the hills of Southern California where she shares a home with her writer husband and a black Maine Coon cat. She works locally and is always the one who knows where the bodies are buried. On a good day, she will tell you.

  

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Page 19 - Wherefore if thy hand or thy foot offend thee, cut them off, and cast them from thee : it is better for thee to enter into life halt or maimed, rather than having two hands or two feet to be cast into everlasting fire.
Page 18 - One that ruleth well his own house, having his children in subjection with all gravity; (For if a man know not how to rule his own house, how shall he take care of the church of God?) Not a novice, lest being lifted up with pride he fall into the condemnation of the devil.
Page 28 - So shall it be at the end of the world : the angels shall come forth and sever the wicked from among the just, and shall cast them into the furnace of fire : there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Page 18 - Our fathers, chained in prisons dark, were still in heart and conscience free: how sweet would be their children's fate, if they, like them, could die for thee!

About the author (2007)

Born into a Georgia family of eccentrics and visionaries, Mari Sloan carries her heritage of storytelling from the Deep South to the hills of Southern California where she shares a home with her writer husband and a black Maine Coon cat. She works locally and is always the one who knows where the bodies are buried. On a good day, she will tell you.

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