By Robert R. McCammon
A family members strikes to a small city ruled by way of a murderous cult Despite its eerie identify, Bethany’s Sin is a delightful position. After a lifetime of grim poverty, this new neighborhood sounds like heaven to Evan Reid and his kin. With its old fashioned retailers, manicured lawns, and clean summer season odor, town charms the Vietnam veteran, his spouse, and their daughter like nowhere else they've got ever been. yet underneath that joyful façade lurks whatever deadly. As quickly as they input their new residence, Evan is ate up through worry. He can’t position its resource, yet there's something concerning the town’s mayor, Kathryn Drago, which makes him uneasy. by means of day she is a innocuous retired archaeologist. yet at evening she leads an Amazonian cult whose subsequent ritual demands a mystery aspect: the blood of Evan Reid.
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My ancestors have also resided therein time out of mind—they, as well as myself, steadily following the respectable and indeed lucrative profession of mending of bellows; for, to speak the truth, until of late years, that the heads of all the people have been set agog with politics, no better business than my own could an honest citizen of Rotterdam either desire or deserve. Credit was good, employment was never wanting, and there was no lack of either money or good-will. But, as I was saying, we soon began to feel the effects of liberty and long speeches, and radicalism, and all that sort of thing.
But this weakness was, luckily for me, of no very long duration. In good time came to my rescue the spirit of despair, and, with frantic cries and struggles, I jerked my way bodily upward, till at length, clutching with a vise-like grip the long-desired rim, I writhed my person over it, and fell headlong and shuddering within the car. “It was not until some time afterward that I recovered myself sufficiently to attend to the ordinary cares of the balloon. I then, however, examined it with attention, and found it, to my great relief, uninjured.
I drew up to my eyes each of my hands, one after the other, and wondered what occurrence could have given rise to the swelling of the veins, and the horrible blackness of the finger-nails. I afterward carefully examined my head, shaking it repeatedly, and feeling it with minute attention, until I succeeded in satisfying myself that it was not, as I had more than half suspected, larger than my balloon. Then, in a knowing manner, I felt in both my breeches pockets, and, missing therefrom a set of tablets and a tooth-pick case, endeavored to account for their disappearance, and not being able to do so, felt inexpressibly chagrined.
Bethany's Sin by Robert R. McCammon