Matthew Sawyer

Debbie's Hellmouth (Wister Town, #6) (eBook, ePUB)

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Produktbeschreibung

Debbie Menon has a unique pseudo-Victorian house she must sell because her soul is held in proxy for that same disowned portal into Hell. Yet the evil nature of the place makes it unsaleable. Fortunately, Debbie's not totally helpless she's been to Art school.

Locally, the place is known as the Witch's house and stands in gossipy Wister Town. The house is named for the mysterious Betulha Dohrman, whom no one has ever seen. The old woman had vanished with an unannounced debt. That debt becomes the onus of the Mikelmeier Real Estate office. The selling agent, Debbie Menon, too, once lived near the house in this small, Swiss-themed city.

Debbie had moved away to Los Angeles so that she might utilize her Art education and find work, but that didn't work-out. Consequently, she's moved back. Home again, she falls in love with a city alderman, Jerry Leutenegger then quickly establishes a career selling real estate. The Witch's house becomes the bane of her otherwise successful and happy life back in southern Wisconsin.

Debbie learns her soul is held in proxy until an owner is found. This is where the story of Debbie's Hellmouth begins. The house or specifically the tumorish and displaced widow's watch atop the faux-Victorian home wants to break loose and spread evil. Elements of that evil already pester the residents of Wister Town. What happens now with this cursed house only worsens the situation.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Matthew Sawyer
• Erscheinungstermin: 18. Februar 2013
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781301465583
• Artikelnr.: 49347704

Autorenporträt

I hate talking about myself. Like everyone, I suppose, I am a bit narcissistic, but not egotistical. My own failure for success is that I just do not think much about myself. That is not to say I spend too much time thinking about others. In truth, I should think more of everyone; and there is a dull guilt attached to that confession. There is something of who I am, I am old enough for regrets.

At my age, I am prone to think about immortality And being an atheist, there seems no alternative but science. Even so, I know that science is beyond my lifetime. I have no faith nor hope, nor do I believe in ghosts, elves, unicorns...

In that hopeless disbelief, I write so there remains a record of accomplishments in my life. Unrecognized and even scorned, I continue to tell stories so I will be remembered after I am dead. My struggle with grammar and punctuation are evidence of my effort to make my writing decipherable. Because, what success means to me are hieroglyphics upon a Pharaoh's tomb.