NEW RELEASE: “The Rose” by PD Alleva
Rose: Vol. 1
Action Adventure, Fantasy, Thriller
“It’s in the
blood, dear,” said Ellen, one of the women Sandy shared time and space with,
her skin worn by age, hard labor, and days spent under the sun. Blotches, liver
spots and creases led the observer to the eyes. One dark, the other a cataract
milky white and she always wore a dark shawl draped over the head and
shoulders. Sandy was afraid of Ellen, she reminded Sandy of a gypsy or witch
from a fairy-tale.
“Come again?” said Sandy, her eyes shifting
from soldier to Ellen to soldier then back to Ellen.
Ellen had cut herself transferring a
wood bucket filled with rice to add to an already large trough of buckets. A
thick wood splinter pinned in the bottom of her palm dripping with a thick
stream of blood. She turned to Sandy raising the bloodied palm and caught a
drop of blood in her unwounded hand.
“The blood dear,” said Ellen. “All
magic comes from the blood.”
Sandy cringed at the sight; she’d
always been squeamish. Her stomach bumped, blood curled. Magic, Sandy thought.
If only magic was real. How wonderful would that be? Sandy understood she was
naïve, the result of an isolated childhood and her parents’ death when she was
ten years old. Not that they had taught the young Sandy about the world she
lived in either. They’d kept her under lock and key, never so much as offering
a glimpse or advice on the outside world. They were always so cryptic with
their explanations, living in an abundant and overgrown mansion as if luxury
were a childhood friend. Sure there were plenty of rooms for a child to explore
but as time went by those rooms seemed more like a prison than a home.
Years of neglect, isolation and
secrets were as torturous as physical suffering. And she was tired of secrets.
She wanted to know truth. Truth was like a blanket that keeps you warm in the
“The blood, Sandy,” said Ellen who
clenched her fist around those crimson droplets, shaking her hand in front of
her face. “All is in the blood.”