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Devil Eyes

Devil Eyes

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Published by: Prudy Taylor Board on Jul 24, 2011
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DEVIL EYESBy Prudy Taylor Board writing as Prudence FosterPrologueA slapping sound caught her attention and Liliane DuBois lifted her head and glanced through the windowpanes. The paddle-shaped leaves of the sea grape tree slashed the dormer windows, striking with the fury of the gusting winds that twisted the branches into contorted silhouettes. The gale whipped along the sandy beach lashing the waters of the Gulf of Mexico into a roiling froth.Liliane lay at an unnatural angle on the canopied double bed in the presidentialsuite. Her hands clasped her stomach protectively, but beneath the slashed fingers and amidst the shiny pattern of her paisley shawl glistened her entrails. Francois, her husband, had been reading the New York Times while seated in the Morris chair. When the au pair had struck him from behind with the wood axe from the Inn’s kitchen, he
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d fallen forward and lay spread-eagled across the September 10, 1908 edition.Liliane understood that she was dying. She understood that Francois was alreadydead. Her prayer now was that the children would be spared. And although the aupair had grown increasingly moody in the past fortnight, Liliane knew she caredfor the children.Liliane couldn’t see the children, which was an unintended blessing. Had she beenable to see into the sitting room, she would have seen her daughter, Marguerite,lying sprawled on the carpet, her blood pooling to form a crimson aura around her golden ringlets. The child’s blue eyes were wide with surprise, but they were motionless. Liliane’s son, Henri, lay face down on the carpet, reaching, stretchingtoward the door connecting the sitting room with their parents’ bed chamber. Redgore formed a ruff encircling his neck and staining his corn silk hair and the wooden stereopticon he’d been holding. His clenched fist and the scratches on the au pair
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s face attested to the fierce struggle he
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d made to live and escape to his mother.The loss of blood was rendering her weak, but her senses were alert and in the next room she heard a reassuring sound. The au pair was crooning Henri’s favorite song, “When comrades seek sweet country haunt by twos and twos together, and countlike misers hour by hour October
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s bright blue weather.”Liliane’s legs grew cold, but oddly the chill was not uncomfortable. As the au pair’s sweet, young voice sang, “O sun and skies and flowers of June, Count all your boasts together, Love loveth best of all the year October
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s bright blue weather,” Liliane slipped into her final slumber.During the night, a limb from an Australian pine smashed one of the windows. Thekeening wind invaded the suite and extinguished the lamps. Shortly before dawn,the storm abated. When rescue workers from the mainland arrived at the hotel two days later, it was deserted except for the four bodies. In the corridor, the would-be rescuers followed crimson footprints to the edge of the veranda where the trail vanished.Steeling himself, one man re-entered the scene of the carnage. In the far cornerof the sitting room, he noticed a clump of gore-stained rags. As he approachedwarily, a tiny hand pierced the clotting, glutinous tissue. He willed himself not to throw up for lying amidst the torn placenta and other detritus of human birth was a newborn babe — crying as if its world had not just begun, but had come toan end. 1Wednesday - August 6Isla de las Martyres off Florida in the Gulf of MexicoQuicker than the flutter of a hummingbird’s wing, Marisa fell. One second shewas perched confidently on the sturdy pine ladder hanging the moss green draperies in the Tarpon Inn
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s dining room. The next second the ladder tilted and she w

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So glad to see you hear on Scribd, Prudy! This is one scary book and really well written!
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Devil Eyes is Prudy's most recently published novel (March 2011 by eWingsPress.)

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