Cult Evasion

Cult Evasion

A Book by B_SouthPaw
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Refugees running from the world and from their past lives to begin a new

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© 2019 B_SouthPaw


Author's Note

B_SouthPaw
This is a work in progress so it will be updated as I go.
Let me know about anything that needs clarification or is a little hard to understand. I will try and get back to you as soon as I can.
Thanks in advance for reading and I hope you enjoy

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Sweetheart, I was caught up!! nice work. but i am a little confused at the point where Monti and Morrigann left the bus into the hotel, did they made love or is it that they fell asleep after this dialogue " The keys hit the ground moments later, the jingling of the colliding metal got the attention of most who were still at the bus station. Monti sauntered over, picked up the keys and took Morigann’s hand.
“Let’s go have some fun.”
They went into the first hotel they could find (that actually had a room available) and got their lodgings for the night.
“A toast to our year of secrets.”
“To secrets.”
they raced a single vodka shot down their throats, putting whatever time and energy they had left on the bed.
“You will never escape my grasp!”

I love the tight dialogue and the flow - steady picture. well done

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

B_SouthPaw

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reviewing! I would leave you to ponder about Morrigann and Monti but to answer.. read more



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Sweetheart, I was caught up!! nice work. but i am a little confused at the point where Monti and Morrigann left the bus into the hotel, did they made love or is it that they fell asleep after this dialogue " The keys hit the ground moments later, the jingling of the colliding metal got the attention of most who were still at the bus station. Monti sauntered over, picked up the keys and took Morigann’s hand.
“Let’s go have some fun.”
They went into the first hotel they could find (that actually had a room available) and got their lodgings for the night.
“A toast to our year of secrets.”
“To secrets.”
they raced a single vodka shot down their throats, putting whatever time and energy they had left on the bed.
“You will never escape my grasp!”

I love the tight dialogue and the flow - steady picture. well done

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

B_SouthPaw

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reviewing! I would leave you to ponder about Morrigann and Monti but to answer.. read more

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Added on October 29, 2016
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