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Nance
Nancy, a gentle, intelligent though a somewhat meek schoolgirl has a terrible experience. Nance emerges from the cuts and scars. She’s friendly, affable and generous. Just don’t mess with her unless you want to be spoon fed for the rest of your life.
Nance reimagines and recasts relationships with those around her. As soon as she can leave her small town she will. She wants adventure and starts a journey to places she would never have predicted.
This book contains material some may find disturbing or offensive. This includes graphic violence, strong language, some stereotyping and the use of the windy city as a backdrop in a way which is probably wildly inaccurate. (Sorry Chicagoans) I think this is one of may better books however, like The Survivor, it's not for everyone. Nance is a complete story but will ultimately be part of a trilogy if I live long enough to get the other two book written.
Snippet 1
Her father looked down at his plate and put his cutlery in the finished position. ‘Girl, you have always had that smart mouth. It’s something that will get you into a whole lot o’ trouble. But you’ll be able to look back on this night, and remember this was the night that saved you, because you ain’t gonna have that smart mouth no more.’
He stood up and undid his belt but looped it with two loose ends out. One of those ends had a buckle. It was a heavy bronze buckle with a running horse on the front.
Nancy was petrified. This had sometimes been used as a threat to get her to immediately comply. She moved away from him to the far end of the dining area. ‘Pa, please no. Not that buckle. Please. I’ll apologies to Momma for my bad language.’
Snippet 2
Outside the shed they should have run, or lay face down in the dirt. Indeed, the ammunition whizzed and cracked not far above them. The final massive explosion was mesmerising. A huge fireball. Yellow, then green and finally black. When a dozen shoulder mounted rockets basted through the remains of the shed on wild trajectories they finally dropped down to the dirt at the edge of the fields. Once things had settled down to a regular fire in a shed, they stood up and looked up at the wreckage. They looked at each other and the Sherriff couldn’t resist the look in Nance’s eye. They started to laugh.
‘Now that’s what I call a ‘splosion. Them good ole’ boys got all cooked up in their creepy juices.’
The Sherriff could not remember the last time he’d laughed so hard. ‘I don’t know if this is going to add up to more or less paperwork. But it’s worth it.’ They were standing smiling at the carnage when a Deputy emerged from the corn.
‘Jesus Sherriff. I saw a fireball from half a mile back. How long have you been here?’ Nance gave him an easy way out with a; ‘tell him we only just got here’ look with those expressive blue eyes and a measured hint of the imp smile.
Snippet 3
Nance pulled out the needles, which were numbered, and started injected them. She started the music. Angie said. ‘You’ve been playing this in the background for a few weeks but I could never hear the words.’
‘Here they are.’ Tears started to trickle down the girl’s cheeks. ‘And if you think I’m gonna let my best friend die alone then you’re the dopiest bitch that ever was.’
She climbed into the bed with Angie. Put her head on her friend’s chest and started to quietly sob.
Nance reimagines and recasts relationships with those around her. As soon as she can leave her small town she will. She wants adventure and starts a journey to places she would never have predicted.
This book contains material some may find disturbing or offensive. This includes graphic violence, strong language, some stereotyping and the use of the windy city as a backdrop in a way which is probably wildly inaccurate. (Sorry Chicagoans) I think this is one of may better books however, like The Survivor, it's not for everyone. Nance is a complete story but will ultimately be part of a trilogy if I live long enough to get the other two book written.
Snippet 1
Her father looked down at his plate and put his cutlery in the finished position. ‘Girl, you have always had that smart mouth. It’s something that will get you into a whole lot o’ trouble. But you’ll be able to look back on this night, and remember this was the night that saved you, because you ain’t gonna have that smart mouth no more.’
He stood up and undid his belt but looped it with two loose ends out. One of those ends had a buckle. It was a heavy bronze buckle with a running horse on the front.
Nancy was petrified. This had sometimes been used as a threat to get her to immediately comply. She moved away from him to the far end of the dining area. ‘Pa, please no. Not that buckle. Please. I’ll apologies to Momma for my bad language.’
Snippet 2
Outside the shed they should have run, or lay face down in the dirt. Indeed, the ammunition whizzed and cracked not far above them. The final massive explosion was mesmerising. A huge fireball. Yellow, then green and finally black. When a dozen shoulder mounted rockets basted through the remains of the shed on wild trajectories they finally dropped down to the dirt at the edge of the fields. Once things had settled down to a regular fire in a shed, they stood up and looked up at the wreckage. They looked at each other and the Sherriff couldn’t resist the look in Nance’s eye. They started to laugh.
‘Now that’s what I call a ‘splosion. Them good ole’ boys got all cooked up in their creepy juices.’
The Sherriff could not remember the last time he’d laughed so hard. ‘I don’t know if this is going to add up to more or less paperwork. But it’s worth it.’ They were standing smiling at the carnage when a Deputy emerged from the corn.
‘Jesus Sherriff. I saw a fireball from half a mile back. How long have you been here?’ Nance gave him an easy way out with a; ‘tell him we only just got here’ look with those expressive blue eyes and a measured hint of the imp smile.
Snippet 3
Nance pulled out the needles, which were numbered, and started injected them. She started the music. Angie said. ‘You’ve been playing this in the background for a few weeks but I could never hear the words.’
‘Here they are.’ Tears started to trickle down the girl’s cheeks. ‘And if you think I’m gonna let my best friend die alone then you’re the dopiest bitch that ever was.’
She climbed into the bed with Angie. Put her head on her friend’s chest and started to quietly sob.
376 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 13, 2024
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