Abandon

by Blake Crouch

“I might know what your key opens.”

I mean it... this book is so amazingly written, everything bonding beautifully, both timeline narratives building a bigger picture and each passing chapter an added piece of information! 😌

Lawrence chucked something through the darkness.

They found it!!!!! Omg omg omg

the preacher blew a ragged, gaping hole in the boy’s chest. Billy sat down on the ledge. He cupped his gloves to catch the steaming handfuls that fell out of him,

The steaming handfuls.... I’m just living for the vividness of Blake Crouch’s writing if you please 🤩

“God save your soul,” he said, and shot the boy between the eyes.

Divine intervention is what is call it... Billy had it coming

“I hope it’s enough, Lawrence.”

Oh, you dumb head ... 😔

“I think you’re old enough to know something. Last night, God spoke to me. He told me that His judgment was coming down upon Abandon, that I was to be the instrument of His wrath, His brimstone and fire.” “So there weren’t ever any heathens?”

You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me. 😳

Abandon lay dark and silent in its canyon, and from high above, Stephen heard a faint sound like a distant stamp mill. They were beating on that iron door inside the mountain.

Damn you...

she wondered if, as her father watched her climb to the surface, leaving him stranded in the dark, it felt anything to him like it had to her the night she’d watched him walk out her bedroom door.

I wonder too

“Now I’m squattin down now, and I better feel your fuckin heft on my shoulders.”

Aww, Joss 🥺

“Okay, Papa.”

This is so sickening ...

The smoke of a menthol cigarette scooted by on the first breeze of dawn.

Oh hell...

This wasn’t hell. It couldn’t go on forever.

This little short chapter made me want to throw up and cry my eyeballs out both. Damn it, Crouch!...

the last thing she saw before the flame smothered was the candle, three feet from the bank, floating in the lake.

Oh for @&€! sake!!!

Don’t care how You do it, long as it’s quick and—” She didn’t see it, but she felt it. The alcove shook and filled with dust. The waterfall went mute. Her lungs burned, and within thirty seconds, the sulfur gas had killed her.

Well... it was quick

She got up and listened for a long time, the key she’d taken from Stephen Cole still clutched in her left hand, watching for any sign of movement.

So she got the key... I see

She began to bury him back.

Atta girl, Lana

1893

Oh porra vá laaaaa

She glanced at the washtub, back at the bandaged, leaking stubs below her knees.

Omg

She wrote: The mine. You have to get them out. There’s children. Get the sheriff. “Of course.”

Nop... he won’t do it... oh, Lana 😔

“You’re lucky to have fallen under the care of Primack.”

Bastard

The Journal of Dr. Julius Primack.

Oh shit... we knew this was coming... the whole town is rotted to the core. However, you had us waiting till that last line in the chapter. You just couldn’t resist, right, Crouch?

hoped he hadn’t been scared, and that when he’d finally broken free of all that freezing dark, he’d found his way to that Colorado summer and the man he might have been.

Now don’t get me all teary, it ain’t right 😏

Both, in their own way, thinking, This is hell—the absolute loss borne from all those slivers of perfection that passed unnoticed, unrelished. In true dark, there is no gauging of time. It moseys along and dawdles and hints at the horror of eternity. At length, Lawrence folds the backpack into a pillow and settles down beside the bones of Gloria, whose shattered heart quits beating.

Dammit, Crouch...