{Book Tour} Sorrow’s Point

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Sorrow’s Point

Not all exorcists are created equal- especially those that are “marked”.

When defrocked ex-priest, Jimmy Holiday, agrees to help an old friend’s sick daughter, Lucy, he unearths unexpected horrors. Blackmoor, his friend’s new residence, has a dark history that makes it appear almost alive. Jimmy must decide if Lucy is only ill, or if the haunting of the house and her apparent possession are real.

After the house begins affecting him as well; seeing colors of magic and his voice taking on an unusual power, Jimmy discovers that he is apparently “marked”. Whatever being “marked” means, Jimmy doesn’t care. He wants to help Lucy. Helping Lucy means performing the exorcism.

Jimmy knows the ceremony, but it’s belief that matters. And if a demon is using a little girl as a meatsuit, his faith had better be strong enough to kick it back to Hell. Otherwise, he might damn them both.

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O’Dell drove up the hill towards Blackmoor. What was left of his hair was blowing in the wind. It was just too damn hot to have the windows up. With the extra weight he’d put on over the last few years, summer seemed hotter somehow, but it’d been an unusually hot summer anyway. He’d lost count of the amount of times he had to yell at kids for messing with the fire hydrants.

O’Dell pulled into the drive of Blackmoor and parked the car. He looked up at the monstrosity before getting out of the car. Damn thing was massive—about double the size of a football field. Three levels to it. Way too huge for any normal family, but the Blacks were anything but normal. To him, the house seemed like Moby Dick: massive, vengeful and misunderstood. He took his hanky out of his pocket and wiped the sweat off the back of his neck.

“Just what I need. Damn you, Doris. I don’t need Black breathing down my neck.”

He got out of the car and softly closed the door. He looked around. There were no birds or any little creatures. There was no sound other than the sound of his own breathing. He walked up the stone steps to the front door and rang the bell. The doorbell peeled in some tinkling tune O’Dell couldn’t name.

He waited.

No one came to the door.

He left the front entrance and walked around to the other side of the house. By the time he got there, he was breathing heavily.

“Goddamn humidity.”

He climbed up the steps to the stone patio. Damn thing was large enough to host a “quiet” party of three hundred people. Yes, the Blacks were a whole different breed. He knocked on the back door. Still no answer.

DanielleDeVorAuthorPhotoThen, he heard a thump from inside the kitchen. He walked to the right and peered into the window.

It was too much for his brain to process. It appeared in flashes. Red ran down the walls as if sprayed. It covered the doorway and dripped from the top like cherry syrup. To the left, on the kitchen sink, was a dish drainer. Long black hair pooled around the severed head of Mrs. Black. The blood dripping from the neck stump had matted the long hair to the counter.

O’Dell turned away from the windows and puked. He ran off the patio, around the house and back to his car.

About the Author

Danielle DeVor spent her early years fantasizing about vampires and watching “Salem’s Lot” way too many times. After living briefly in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, she moved back to her hometown to write. When not writing and reading about weird things, you will find her hanging out at the nearest coffee shop, enjoying a mocha frappuccino.

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Oct. 18 Doing Some Reading – Review
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  1. :D Didn’t you just love the book! I know I did~

    • It was great! I hope I can help spread the word.

  2. I’m very glad you both enjoyed the book. :) I loved writing Jimmy.


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