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I cry out and shove my hand over my mouth. Good one, Senna, I think. You should have thought of that before you started fainting all over the room and making a racket.

I grip my wrist with my free hand and slide up the wall for support. It is then that I notice what I am wearing. Not my clothes. A white linen pajama set—expensive.

Oh God. Who undressed me? Who brought me here? My hands are stiff as I reach across my body to examine myself.

I touch my chest, pull my pants down. No bleeding, no soreness, except I am wearing white cotton panties that someone put on me.

Someone had me naked. Someone touched my body. Closing my eyes at the thought, I start to shiver. No, please, no. I have to breathe—deep and steady. Get it together. Whoever brought me here had more sinis- ter plans than having me freeze to death. I look around. There is wood in the fireplace. If this sick fuck left me wood, perhaps he left me something to light it with. The bed I woke up in is in the center of the room; it is hand carved with four posters.

Sheer chiffon is draped across the posts. I take inventory of the rest of the room: Throwing open the wardrobe, I rifle through clothes … too many clothes. Are they here for me? My hand lingers on a label. The realization that they are all in my size sickens me. No—I tell myself. This is all a mistake. My brain is acquainted with grief and so is my body. Task at hand, Senna. I find an ornate silver box on the top shelf of the armoire.

I pull it down, shake it. Inside is a box of lighters, a key, and a small silver knife. I want to ques- tion the contents of the box. Stare at them, touch them—but I need to move fast. Slip- ping my wrist into my makeshift sling, I flinch. I pocket the knife and fumble for one of the lighters. My hand hovers above the box.


Eight pink Zippos. I blow it off. My hand is shaking as I reach for the lighter.

I laugh. Can anything tied to a kidnapping be coincid- ence? Right now I need to get warm. My fingers are numb.

It takes six tries before I can get the wheel on the Zippo to spin. It leaves indentations on my thumb The wood is hard to catch. Had he put it here recently? I look for something to feed the flames, but there is nothing I can burn that I might not need later. I am already thinking survival, and it scares me.

My eyes search the space until I see a white box in the corner of the armoire with a red medical cross on the top. A first- aid kit. I run to it and flip the lid.

Bandages, aspirin, needles—God. I finally find single use packages of alcohol prep wipes. I grab a handful and run back to the fireplace.

I rip the first one open and hold the lighter to its tip. It catches and flares. I tuck the burning pad against the log and rip open another package, repeating the process. I pray to whoever is in charge of fire and blow gently.

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The wood catches. I pull the thick comfort- er off the bed and wrap myself in it, crouch- ing in front of the meager flames. It is not enough.

I am so cold I want to dive into the fire and let it burn this cold off of me. I stay like that, a lump on the floor, until I stop shaking.

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Then I move. It is locked. I yank on it for five minutes with my good hand until my shoulder burns and I want heave up my guts again. I stare at it for a moment before I run to get the key from the silver box. What kind of sick game is this? And why do I take so long to realize the thing about the key? I pace around the trapdoor in my bare feet, smacking the key against my thigh. It is an abnormally large key, old fashioned and bronze.

The keyhole in the trapdoor looks large enough to fit it. I stop my pacing to examine the key more closely. It takes up my entire hand, fingertips to wrist.

There is a question mark in the center of the handle, the metal curling around the character in an ornate design. I drop the key. It clanks heavily against the floor not far from where I threw up.

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I back up until my shoulder blades are pressed against the wall. I shiver and my fingers automatically close around the knife in my pocket. The blade is sharp. I feel really good about that. I have a penchant for sharp knives and I sure as hell know how to carve skin. If I have a key, they have a key. I prefer the second option; it feels like it affords me a little more power. I walk quickly, sidestepping the vomit and snatch up the key.

Before I can think about what I am doing, I crouch over the trapdoor and plunge it into the keyhole. Metal against metal and then … click. I use my good hand to heave it open. I peer into the darkness. There is a ladder. At the bottom of the ladder are a round rug and a hallway.

Just woah. What could I say that would properly convey my feelings about this book? BringTissues ItsComplicated There are very few authors in the world whose books I will go into blind. Tarryn Fisher is one of them. She earned my trust with the Love Me With Lies series but in a different way than most authors.

I guess I felt a certain safety in that in a weird way — like, knowing it was outside the box allowed me the mental freedom to just let go of the things I usually hold onto and just experience the story for what it was. I will admit though that she told me to expect a "non-traditional ending" before I started and I think knowing that allowed me to just stop worrying, stop expecting something in particular from it and just read it for what it was. And as for what it was ….. When reclusive novelist Senna Richards wakes up on her thirty-third birthday, everything has changed.

Caged behind an electrical fence, locked in a house in the middle of the snow, Senna is left to decode the clues to find out why she was taken. If she wants her freedom, she has to take a close look at her past.

But, her past has a heartbeat…and her kidnapper is nowhere to be found. With her survival hanging by a thread, Senna soon realizes this is a game. A dangerous one. Fast sector paperback, primary cheap handbook Audiobook selling price prices, adobe converter, app, contemporary tips series, cosmopolitan data source, public search and report solutions. Bog, paperback 0. Kundernes boganmeldelser af Mud Vein.

Mud Vein - Tarryn Fisher. Etiquetas: Tarryn. Autor: Tarryn Fisher. Cuando la solitaria novelista Senna Richards se despierta en su trigesimo tercer.

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This woman has a tremendous gift. My mind was filled with questions and the more I discovered, the more questions I had.

After I finished this book, I couldn't even move on to something else. And for what? They are closed for weeks. Colleen said: This book is.. Her choices are downright frustrating at times because they hurt so much to watch unfold, but I related so strongly to something inside of her.

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