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Sean Platt
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December 2, 2019 - January 13, 2020
The empty hood of the bathtub crinkled like paper and threw Luca back hard against his seat and out cold on impact. The last thing he sensed as he slipped into darkness was the fire, not on his skin, but starting in the back of the car.
If he hit the rear-end of a vehicle in front of him, the he would have been thrown forward, against the steering wheel. He would have been thrown back into the seat only if HE was hit from behind!!!
The fridge was still cold, though it’d gone as dark as the always-blinking alarm. Boricio stepped into the hallway and grabbed the time from the beat-to-shit clock with the three missing Romans — 2:17 am.
At the start of this chapter, it say's that it is 1:17 a.m., NOT 2:17 a.m.. He has not been uo for an hour so one of these times must be wrong.
The motel room was dead. Just like the alley. And the stairwell. And his fucking apartment. And just like that, the restaurant sign went dark, the humming ceased, leaving everything quiet. Like no animals or insects quiet. The kinda quiet you sometimes got right before a hurricane, but even quieter. A flirt’s worth of fear fluttered through Boricio’s body. It almost made him smile; it’d been so long since he’d felt it, but his beading temple kept the grimace fixed. Boricio stepped back into the alley, drawing a deep breath and inhaling a perfumed gust from the Mississippi. The river. Fuck
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“Well, I’d like to tell you a story.” Will sat and crossed his legs. “You’re a smart kid, Luca. And if we’re gonna travel together, I figure we’ve gotta start out right.” Luca sat in front of him with his hands in his lap. Will said, “I’ve been waiting for you. And I mean you specifically, not just anyone. And I haven’t been waiting just three days. It’s been nearly a year. That’s why I came down here to live in the first place.” Will rubbed his temples, chewed his lip, lowered his voice, then dropped to one knee, and looked Luca in the eye.
The girl jumped back as the thing ran past her and tumbled into the living room. From the bedroom, Bob screamed something, shooting at another of the creatures trying to claw through Charlie’s window. The creature in the kitchen was back on its feet, glaring at the girl.
...ran past her and tumbled into the kitchen.
You can't stumble from the living room, into the living room.
Brent and Luis listened as silence seemed to stretch to eternity. Brent was pretty sure he could hear Melora’s breathing over the light static.
They are using two-way radios, which means that you have to hold the transmit button down to transmit and release it to receive any messages. Since he was talking to Stan, how could he hear her breathing unless she had the radio and was holding down the transmit button. But we know that's not the case after reading the next paragraph!!!!
He was him, but not like he remembered. He was now slightly taller than Paola, with a full head of hair that fell just past his shoulders. The face staring back at him was at least a good five years older, and looked remarkably like his father’s.
He was physically at the hotel the whole time, so is the author saying that all of these physical changes happened while everyone was watching him???
“How to Eat Fried Worms.
The Christmas gift he’d killed on Oct. 14, and the very fucking one he saw at The Prophet’s compound less than a week later. She was standing on the side of the road as if waiting for someone to pick her up. If it wasn’t her, then the end of the world had just shit a Montezuma’s Revenge worth of crazy on his face.
He could track Red Jacket down and finish the job. He’d have to wait until his ankle was better, and hope Red Jacket didn’t come back before then. But if he could find the bastard, he could make sure Carmine and his grandpa would be safe, from one asshole, anyway.
Wait..... This is the assistant grocery store manager that didnt want anyone to get hurt during the robbery??? The guy that cheated on his wife???? The guy that got involved with the mob over his gambling addiction???
it was a Sunday morning sermon anyway. “The Sanctuary hereby states that Rebecca will be punished in accordance with The Word and those rules written within. She shall spend one week in the Box of Shame and have all of the locks upon her head removed effective immediately and permanently, so she may no longer seduce the men of The Sanctuary.”
How many Boxes of Shame are there? The boy gets two weeks, Rebecca gets one but up to the first 31% of this book it implies that there is only one Box!!!!
The trio said good night. Mary returned to her room and tucked Paola in for the night before slipping beneath the stiff sheets of her hard bed,
Wasn't Paola sleeping in a different house with the other children? Mary was staying in the house with the other women. So how did what this paragraph says happened, happen? Are the two now sharing a room?
he wasn’t back before lunch was over, he’d have a tough time getting in undetected, and would probably wind up sharing a cell with Carl, wherever the hell they were holding the kid.
Could Carl be held in the basement that Boricio, Charlie and the others were held prisoner? Which, by the way, confuses the hell out of me!!!! Why are they (the Prophets people) acting SOOOOOO different now than they were then?????
Desmond and Mary told John and Brother Rei that they would stay at The Sanctuary, a decision Luca knew they’d been fighting about, from the snippets of conversations, and thoughts, he’d overheard, though he never intended to eavesdrop.
My scientists are speculating that perhaps there is something unique about your case or you that would explain this — something they may be able to use to develop a cure to drive out the parasites.
He talks about 'his scientist' , and 'his guards' , and talks about he was brought to Black Island' as a consultant and even had top security for access to level 7, but what is NOT explained anywhere is what qualifies him for such positions???? Especially with his youth background!!!!
Boricio barked a broken hiccup of a laugh. “No, I guess if we’re talking Honest Injun, then no, I suppose it wasn’t. First was my dear ole fucking stepdad, but that ain’t a story I wanna tell right now, ya dig?” He smiled. “But it was the first fucker who ever got

