The Sin-Eater's Confession
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โBickโs compelling tale manages to be a blistering confessional and a page-turning whodunit . . . all in one. . . .ย Readers wonโt be able to look away.โ โKirkus Reviews, starred review
People in Merit, Wisconsin, always said Jimmy was . . .ย you know. But people said all sorts of stupid stuff. Nobody really knew anything. Nobody reallyย knewย Jimmy.
I guess you could say I knew Jimmy as well as anyone (which was not very well). I knew what scared him. And I knew he had dreamsโeven if I didn't understand them. Even if he nearly ruined my life to pursue them.
Jimmyโs dead now, and I definitely know that better than anyone. I know about blood and bone and how bodies decompose. I know about shadows and stones and hatchets. I know what a last cry for help sounds like. I know what blood looks like on my own hands.
What I don't know is if I can trust my own eyes. I don't know who threw the stone. Who swung the hatchet? Who are the shadows? What do the living owe the dead?
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โA powerful tale of bigotry and murder in small-town Wisconsin. . . . a potent examination of teenage emotions . . . peer and parental pressures, and . . . the evil that people are capable of.โ โPublishers Weekly, starred review
People in Merit, Wisconsin, always said Jimmy was . . .ย you know. But people said all sorts of stupid stuff. Nobody really knew anything. Nobody reallyย knewย Jimmy.
I guess you could say I knew Jimmy as well as anyone (which was not very well). I knew what scared him. And I knew he had dreamsโeven if I didn't understand them. Even if he nearly ruined my life to pursue them.
Jimmyโs dead now, and I definitely know that better than anyone. I know about blood and bone and how bodies decompose. I know about shadows and stones and hatchets. I know what a last cry for help sounds like. I know what blood looks like on my own hands.
What I don't know is if I can trust my own eyes. I don't know who threw the stone. Who swung the hatchet? Who are the shadows? What do the living owe the dead?
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โA powerful tale of bigotry and murder in small-town Wisconsin. . . . a potent examination of teenage emotions . . . peer and parental pressures, and . . . the evil that people are capable of.โ โPublishers Weekly, starred review
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Ilsa J. Bick is a child psychiatrist, as well as a film scholar, surgeon wannabe, former Air Force major, and an award-winning, best-selling author of short stories, e-books, and novels. She has written extensively in the Star Trek, Battletech, Mechwarrior: Dark Age, and Shadowrun universes. Her original stories have been featured in numerous anthologies, magazines and online venues. Ilsa's YA paranormal, Draw the Dark, was also a semifinalist for the 2009 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award (as Stalag Winter ). Ilsa currently lives with her family and other furry creatures in rural Wisconsin and across the street from the local Hebrew cemetery. One thing she loves about the neighbors: They're very quiet and come around for sugar only once in a blue moon.
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