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Sunday, July 21, 2013
Cover Reveal: The Singing River by R. K. Ryals
Mississippi, there's a legend about a Singing River, a tragic love story that
ended with an entire Indian tribe singing a death chant as they marched
stoically into the Pascagoula River to die ...
Haven Ambrose isn't just a high school graduate. In her head, she's an aspiring
writer, a traveler, a chef, a slayer of injustice, an astronomer, an
archaeologist, and the love child of a famous, rich musician. But reality is
harsher. Reality is overdue bills, a crumbling trailer, an absent father, an
old addiction, and a hot, crushing summer that may end in disappointment.
year-old River Brayden, life seems good, but appearances can be deceiving. The
oldest son of a wealthy family, he has finished his first year at Harvard to
return home for the summer only to discover his younger brother headed down an
They will be
drawn together by a song. For during the late summer, they say the Pascagoula
death chant can still be heard near the Singing River. Its call is haunting,
its chant a testament of love and sacrifice. It calls to some ... beckoning.
toward her. “You have a way of making people relate to you.”
“I doubt that.”
I was in
front of her now, my face peering down into hers. “Really, you do. A few hours
of knowing you feels like days.”
tiresome,” she teased.
gift,” I countered.
sudden lines in her forehead, a troubled look in her eye. “Some might call it a
curse,” she murmured. “By the end of this trip, you’ll want me gone.”
It was my
turn to frown, my gaze studying her face. She had green eyes so dark they could
be mistaken for brown and lashes so long they almost touched her brows. True,
she was more willowy than curvy, but she was beautiful in an understated,
elegant kind of way. The faint freckles on the bridge of her nose drove me
“Why do you
think that?” I asked.
something stark and open about her eyes when she answered, “Because I am better
at being abandoned than I am at keeping people.”
R. K. Ryals
is a scatterbrained mother of three whose passion is reading whatever she can
get her hands on. She makes her home in Mississippi with her husband, three
daughters, a Shitzsu named Tinkerbell, and a coffeepot she couldn't live