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Saturday, February 2, 2013

Unforgivable by James Fuller

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GENRE: HORROR/FANTASY/THRILLER
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REVIEW:

Once again, I swayed out of my normal paranormal genre to take a dive into the world of author James Fuller and what a surprise I received! Non-stop action, horror, drama & heart-breaking emotional scenes that left me cheering & crying at the same time! 
We meet Jamus, a man out for well-deserved revenge, after the brutal murders of his wife & son and the kidnapping of his daughter, Sofia.. He will not rest until the monsters who committed this atrocity are brought to his very own personal kind of justice..
The emotions written into this story are just purely amazing! My heart literally ached when the horrible people were torturing Jamus's family... I cried with pain to see what Jamus had to watch & go through... I laughed with him when he had successes & his revenge campaign started to work!
This truly is one amazing novella & for lovers of horror/thriller/fantasy type books, you do NOT want to miss this book!! I'm looking forward to Part 2 and can't wait to get lost in the next amazing book by this author!
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Platinum Reviews gives James & "Unforgivable"

4.5 PLATINUM RINGS! 
    


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BLURB:

Rising from the ashes of his home in Ever-Dale, Jamus Willms carves a brutal path of vengeance through the lands powerful nobility. His quest for justice seems to defy even death as hatred fuels his journey to the ruthless Lord that took everything from him as a simple reminder of the status quo. With the fires of that fateful night still burning in his mind, each step that takes him closer to reclaiming his daughter from the clutches of a psychopath blurs the line between man and monster as Jamus struggles to keep the flames that had disfigured his flesh from
twisting his very soul forever...


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EXCERPT:

“Jamus Willms - deep down I believe you know why we’re here.” The exquisitely dressed man with the sword to his chest replied, five of his intent driver companions fanning out through the house, while one chubby man stayed by the door. It was a face Jamus knew well - Markel Jones, from one town over.
Jamus swallowed hard as he recognized the pampered face of the intruder in front of him. “He can’t have her she’s just a girl, not even twelve winters old!” Jamus bellowed tears now rimming his eyes.
A snide smile creasing the man’s powdered face, “Lord Carter didn’t take kindly to your public refusal at the festival. You humiliated him and forgot your place in this world Jamus Willms!”
“She is my daughter - it is my right as her father to give blessing to her suitor when she is of age for it!” Jamus snapped back angrily, bitter terror drenching his every word.
The man’s lips quivered involuntary with rage and he backhanded Jamus. “Again you forget your place, peasant! Lord Carter requires the company of your daughter - with or without your consent and you have no right to deny him!”
“Over my dead body!” Jamus cried defiantly taking a step forward but stopping once again as the blade pushed him back with enough force to puncture his flesh and he could feel blood begin to trickle down his chest.
“Then you won’t be disappointed with tonight’s outcome,” the man nodded and two of the large brutes grabbed Jamus from behind.
“No! Please, by the gods no!” Jamus cried, as he was dragged across the room and thrown against the back wall - both greasy men began raining meaty fists into him. He heard his wife scream and lunged forward out of the barrage of brawny knuckles, but he didn’t make it far before he was pinned down to the cold wooden floor where several more fists found his flesh.
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“Hold him there.” The leader ordered them. “Let him watch this. This is what happens to those who forget their place in life and disrespect those of high nobility.” The leader barked as his men began tearing open Nikki’s light grey dress, grabbing and groping at her soft exposed flesh. She cried and pleaded for them to stop; trying in vain to fight them off, but the act of defiance only heightened their rapacious lust for the sinful crime.
“Please no! Do what you will with me, but leave my family alone, please I beg you!” he bellowed out, trying to crawl his way to her. His fingers were already raw from the effort and they left fresh bloody marks with each attempt. But no matter how hard he tried he could not overpower the two men holding him.
Nate pulled his tiny arm free from the sweaty grip of the hulking, dark haired man holding him and his sister and snatched the dull knife from the table that was still slick with apple juices. He charged the men holding down his half-naked mother in a blind, foolish frenzy. The knife sunk deep into the shoulder of a pock-faced attacker - he roared out in shock, his fist connecting with Nate’s face, shattering the boy’s nose. Nate was thrown to the ground by the force of the blow, blood pouring freely from his nose and mouth as he cried out.
“You’ll pay for that you little pissant!” hissed the wounded brute as he kicked the boy sending him sprawling across the floor near the blazing hearth. Another brutish kick forced the boy into the coals and Nate howled in agony as the flames licked and scorched his skin.
“Please stop it, please stop! Leave him alone damn you!” Jamus wailed his arms stretched out almost to the point of dislocation, but to no avail - he couldn’t move under the strength of the men. “Stop it! Please!”
The brute pulled the knife from his shoulder with a grunt and threw it to the floor. He pushed down on the boy with his foot, holding the poor child half in the flames listening to his wails of anguish. The small cauldron of water was boiling the smell of the fresh-spiced taze emanating from it.
With a malicious grin, the man tipped the pot, spilling its blistering contents over Nate. He flailed and screamed even louder for several heartbreaking moments before going sickly still and silent........
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