To celebrate my latest novel’s first 99 Cent Sale on Amazon, I’m happy to offer an exclusive excerpt. Here’s a piece where Gerald stares into the face of his true adversary – the man on his country’s money:
“If I was a man, I’d have my revenge.” He leaned against the table. “What revenge would that be?” he asked himself. “Gomez said it himself, if I need someone to blame then just look around. Look around at this crummy house. Cold in the winter. Suffocating in the summer. Holes the size of Reoux rats, who have staked their claim to happiness. This place spawns rats, not humans. Look around! Blame is in the eye of the beholder. It’s so easy to see. You’ve exchanged my happiness for a pile of cash. Is that what you want?” He yelled the last line and violently upturned the table, sending all the loose bills scattering onto the kitchen floor. “Here, rats, come and feast on my fortune. Come and dine on my happiness. Lick the bills and tear a hole through the face of the one who surely is to blame for your wealth and my plight.” Gerald got on all fours and reached for a colorful denomination, lifting it up towards the window light. “There you are, President Antoine. I haven’t had the pleasure of having you in this house very often recently. But look at you now, covering my floor like the shavings of wood in a carpenter’s shop. At death you come. At death you finally show up to stake your claim on our lives. At death you arrive but for what? So I can walk upon you?” Gerald stood up and jumped up and down on the money. “So I can jump on you? So I can push your greasy face into the rat tracks of my kitchen floor?” He walked all over the money, but stopped quickly to look once again at the bill still in his hand. “But Antoine, you came too late. You came much too late. If you had arrived several months ago, Rosia would be alive. Did you hear that Antoine? Rosia and my son would still be alive if you had come earlier. You have the means of doing good, but you purposely choose evil. You purposefully spit your venom on everyone. I thought we were friends. Compatriots. Brothers. I worked for you. I, Gerald Jon Sanpatri, worked for you. I never opposed you as I should have. And this is how you repay me? I was loyal to you and disloyal to myself, and this is how you repay me?” He stared deeply into the face on the bill. “It’s you! You’re to blame for everything. Everything! Everything!” yelled Gerald loudly and ripped the bill in several pieces, tossing it into the air. “I don’t want your blood money! I don’t want your gifts and flowers! I only want one thing: revenge. I shall have it, or I shall have death.”
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