And I’m participating with two audiobooks. I shared some fragments of I Love Your Cupcakes on Tuesday and today I’ll share some to do with gifts and giving related to Twin Evils?
First a reminder of the audio:
A YA paranormal dark fairy-tale (or even romance, see what you think!) Twin Evils?
Once upon a time there was a pair of twins, a girl and boy. Ruth was blonde, blue eyes, very fair and really good. Max was dark haired, grey eyes, broody and bad. Their next door neighbour and pal, Hilda, tried to be friends with both but it was not an easy task. They didn’t like each other and she found herself in the middle trying to keep the peace. Max found his sister impossibly perfect and tiresome, and Ruth could not stand her brother’s bad boy attitude and his horrible behaviour. She was scared of him. Ruth was too perfect and child-like for the real world and Hilda suspected something was wrong but didn’t know what. Was she the angel everybody took her for? Was she ill? When both twins started talking about fate and said that “something” would happen she worried. What could she do? And indeed they were right. Something did happen.
‘Twin Evils?’ is a New Adult novella (approx. 40 pages) that begins like a fairy tale, talks about friendship against all odds, tragedy, romance, and has a touch of the paranormal. Fast paced and entertaining with intriguing, mysterious and ultimately lovable characters it will make you feel good but leave you wondering. If you have plenty of imagination and love a compact and fulfilling read (or listen), try it out!
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And now, the fragments:
In the first one, Max and Hilda, who are friends and neighbours, are talking about the birthday party for Max and his twin sister Ruth.
“Oh yes, the famous ‘birthday party’. The ‘little princess’ is seventeen, rejoice universe.” His sarcasm was nearly visible.
“You are seventeen too.”
“But all this fuss isn’t about me, and you know it well. For me they wouldn’t even open a packet of peanuts. They’d rather if I hadn’t been born.”
“You aren’t fair. That isn’t true.”
“OK. You listen to them this evening, and then tell me. You’ll see. I know it already…There, have your present.”
He gave her a little parcel. His presents were usually something to eat, the skin of an animal or something weird and nasty that he thought was funny. She opened it with some apprehension.
“It won’t bite you.”
It was a beautiful silver ring, with turquoise and other semi-precious stones making a geometrical motif. Native American jewellery.
“Max! You didn’t have to…It’s beautiful, really. Thanks.”
“Do you like it? Does it fit you?”
It did fit nicely. Hilda saw Max’s eyes fixed on her bracelet. Ruth had given her a lovely silver bracelet for Christmas and she adored it and told everybody how much she liked it. Max had been terribly jealous since. He kept playing with the bracelet every time he held her by her wrist, and it seemed to be burning him to see her wear it. He’d tried all his tricks to make her lose it. Worse still, he got appendicitis just before her birthday and couldn’t go to the party or buy her a present. Now he’d tried a different approach. It was subtler. Quite refined for him.
“It’s really pretty. I love it, Max. Thanks.”
They kissed on the cheeks and she played with his curls before she left. He was smiling and more relaxed.
In the second fragment, the three friends are playing with the Ouija board Hilda gave Max for his birthday.
He played with fiery eyes, as if he were possessed. Ruth was scared, and, to make things worse, the board began to answer questions quite reasonably after a few attempts. To questions like: “Who is the best? Who is the nicest?” the answer was always: “Ruth”. When Max asked: “How will I end up?” the reply was: “in hell.”
“Cool. Real cool.” He said.
“Why did you make it say that?” Ruth asked, her pale face growing greyer, and her mouth trembling a little.
“I didn’t. It was the spirits…” Max replied in a deep, hollow and scary voice. “Its’ fate, little dove. You’re going to heaven, with the white, blond, blue-eyed angels, and I’m going to hell, with my friend Satan. Lucifer. Nice and interesting guy. I’ve never really liked harp music anyhow. I guess hell is warmer. And Lucifer had reasons to rebel, I think. I quite agree with him. Being nice and friendly all the time, helping others and following orders…No, no, that isn’t good enough.”
Ruth looked sicker by the second. She seemed about to faint.
“Please, Max… don’t say that; you shouldn’t joke with that, it’s dangerous…”
“I don’t care. I am bad and I want to be bad. I hate nice people, and I hate you. I can’t stand your goodness and your patience, and your generosity, and all that crap. Where is the fun in that?”
“Max, please…” Ruth’s voice had become a whisper.
Hilda was contemplating the scene fascinated, convinced that she should do something. But Max’s eyes were on fire, the grey in them was nearly black, his cheeks were flushed, his nose broad, his teeth shiny…He looked devilish. It was a frightening but not completely unattractive sight.
“You don’t like me either, you were telling Hilda, so don’t pretend. Someone played a nasty trick on us and put us together. We hate each other’s guts. We can’t live together. And we won’t. I’ll make sure of that.”
The third one comes right before a very important point in the story and it’s the eighteenth birthday of the twins. Sorry for stopping where I do, but I didn’t want to give the whole of the story away.
With the summer, the big happening returned. The Party. And that year bigger than before, because it was the 18th birthday this time. There was a disco organised, a catering company was taking care of the food, and there were more guests than ever. Max didn’t have any complaints about anything. He chose to wear black smart trousers, a short black jacket (torero-like), a white shirt and black boots. Ruth was wearing a long white dress this time. The Pinters made their children pose for a photograph cutting the cake, like a couple of newly wed. Max and Ruth looked at each other and Hilda knew that whatever was going to happen, it would happen that day. She tried to distract Max, dancing with him and not leaving him alone, but at some point, around 8 p.m. he told her that he had something to do and left. She followed him at a distance and saw him talking to Ruth, grabbing her by the arm and pushing her to the garage. Ruth had been given a car as her 18th birthday present, while Max had to pay for the damages to the family car, but he didn’t seem to be upset about it. He smiled gracefully. He didn’t seem to care. When Max and Ruth got to the car, he’d forgotten the car keys and they had to go back to the house. In the interval, Hilda got in the car, in the back, and lay on the floor. Ruth and Max returned in a few minutes and Max drove off with Ruth sitting next to him. They seemed to be driving for a long time, in complete silence. Finally, after what felt like hours to Hilda, Max said:
“We’re nearly there.”
“Why do you have to do this? Drop me off somewhere and I’ll disappear from your life if that’s what you want. You don’t need to…”
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