Roaring Blood (Demon-Hearted Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
“Dad, do you have to wear that hat every goddamn time?” I asked, shrinking into the background. He ignored me, standing behind the enormous replica of the local railroad circuit he'd built. Having grown up in Detroit and knowing how anal my dad was about small details, I had no doubt of its accuracy. Small local landmarks, like post offices and strip malls were featured faithfully. With the turning of a knob, the cluster of trains on the track started to wheel around in a circle. He pushed a button, sounding a train whistle. “I picked up that engine there at a shop in Wisconsin. How do you like it?” “It's, uh... cool, dad.” I tongued the caramel off of my molars and slowly made my way over to the dusty, checkered sofa on the opposite side of the room. It was cluttered with bags of junk, which I set on the floor. My dad was something of a hoarder; not serious enough to get on TV, maybe, but enough to make his basement a total clusterfuck.
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