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How The Bayou Bleeds (The Skull's Grin #2) by C.M. Allen

We follow Sam's story from book 1, but this time he feels an evil he's never felt before (even the trees and the ground feel it) and to confront it, he needs to leave the comfort of the Shack. It's dangerous to leave the confines of the Shack; the further away he goes, the weaker he becomes, and that's not advisable. But he needs to eradicate it by any means necessary.

He starts his journey and soon finds a woman with a child, which she says it's her daughter, on an island in the swamp surrounded by Gators. He confronts them and asks what they are doing here so far from civilization; she explains they've escaped her abusive husband and starting a new life far away.

He doesn't believe her; he feels she's lying, there is something wrong with them. Is the child even her daughter?

What follows is another excellent, witty story with the correct dose of horror and horror. I love the author's original writing style and the world he's created. What I find hilarious is his relationship with a skull named Jack. Love it!!.

There is a 3rd book in the wings, plus something special in the works that I'm not at liberty to divulge.


About C. M. Allen

This is not going to be pleasant. You've chosen to read this, and I can only apologise for your evidently poor choice. You have been warned. It's a bit self-indulgent, so I will switch tot eh third-person to save face...

A summary is always an odd beast. It must capture the spirit of somebody without indulgence, intrigue without rambling, present an acceptable façade without revealing the picture's whole. Unfortunately, summaries can also tend towards sycophantic rants, and in this, Charles will most likely tread that fine line and objective truth and subjective nonsense. Charles is him, a man, a married man with three children and a house, a dog, a car, a job, many passions, a peculiar fascination with the human psyche and how it seeks to operate and undo itself, and a hobby for creative writing that evolved and spun out of control, evolutions within revolutions.

Charles enjoys finding simplicity within complexity, yet he is intrigued by the chaos in structure. Charles is someone that sees the normality within paranormality, the details within the vastness, and the enormity of the microscopic. Charles is not what one might call 'typical' or 'average', and perhaps, in this, there is a nugget of interest, a speck of personality cut from his own cloth, honed by his own hand, self-taught in many respects yet wholly dependent on the educations provided by others.

Charles is just the right amount of egotistically self-aware. Charles is keenly interested by the facets of the mind linked to emotive reasoning, finding everything homo sapiens do balanced and guided by how they feel. Every action they perform, everything they say, everything they think...secretly guided by the limbic systems in their brain squelches. Humans are not solely logical beings, and in accepting, hey emotive resonances, they begin to understand who they are as people, not just humans. And they, as people, however small they are as a microcosm in the face of an almighty, expanding universe, can only strive to find a reason against the overwhelming vastness of eternity.

Reason is purpose, and purpose makes everyone feel better. And so, to summarise: Charles is simply he, a dedicated and loving father and husband, responsible dog, house and car owner, and cultivator of the very small fragments of the mind humans do not necessarily concern themselves with. All great things start from the smallest of ideas. I did warn you. Wasn't that just a completely unnecessary word salad of nonsensical farce? Shared with Public

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