Deadly Virtues #0.5 – The Fallen : Genesis – Tillie Cole (Lecture en VO)

Univers que j’ai connu grâce à son exceptionnel saga Hades Hangmen et dont j’en suis raide dingue. Alors quand j’ai appris la prochaine sortie livresque de sa nouvelle saga dark romance, ma curiosité fut piquée à vif… Et vous savez quoi ? Si je devais décrire ce prequel terriblement dérangeant mais surtout choquant en un seul mot ça sera : FABULEUX !

Holy Innocents était censé être un foyer pour ces jeunes enfants orphelins avec des prêtres comme mentors leur montrant le droit chemin. Mais si la plupart d’entre eux se sont tournés vers la voie de l’église… D’autres ont choisi d’autres voies qui sont à l’opposé même de la vertu… Holy Innocents cache de bien sombres secrets… Des secrets qui pourraient anéantir un jeune garçon… Des choses qui pourrait créer des désillusions… Des actes horribles qui pourraient anéantir à jamais même les âmes les plus pieuses… Mais que ce passe-t-il lorsque le bien devient le mal incarné ?

En bref… Tillie Cole est incontestablement la reine de la dark romance ! Elle a sa méthode bien à elle pour choquer ses lecteurs tout en les rendant littéralement accro. Dès les premières pages, j’ai accroché. Tout au long de ma lecture, je ne savais pas à quoi m’attendre et mon cœur ne cessait de battre la chamade. Non seulement Mme Cole m’a sortie de ma zone de confort en me transportant dans un voyage sombre et douloureux. Mais en plus elle a conquis mon cœur de la meilleure façon qui soit… The Fallen : Genesis est un époustouflant prequel introduisant sept anges brisés et tourmentés… Je ne sais pas ce qui les rend à ce point attrayants dans leur noirceur, mais je n’ai qu’une hâte faire plus ample connaissance avec eux…

Et voici un extrait en VO

Joseph watched helplessly as James moved from his place against the far wall toward a boy on a chair on the opposite side of the room. A boy who had slim knives embedded in his arms and legs—a human pin cushion.
Joseph shivered as he recalled his brother’s expression a moment ago as he’d sat and stared at the knives he had sliced into the boy’s flesh. James, the sadistic voyeur of his own work. Joseph’s nervous eyes landed on his brother’s target. The boy was bound with ropes, and a washcloth was stuffed into his mouth, silencing his cries.
Luke.
Fear flooded Joseph’s body. Luke, the boy who had been intent on bullying James since the age of eight. The boy who would spit at James’s feet when they walked by. The boy who call him weird, a goth, a psychopath who rarely spoke. His taunts were endless. Joseph didn’t think the verbal bullets had ever hit their target . . . until he’d found a pad of paper hidden underneath James’s bed. A pad of paper showing in graphic detail what James wanted to do to Luke.
Tie him up.
Cut his flesh.
Exsanguinate his body.
Then drink the blood down.
“They’re just fantasy, right?” Joseph asked James when he returned from detention. Joseph held up the drawings. Page after page of pain and despair and cruelty.
James walked slowly to Joseph and ran his hand down the open page of the pad, delicately running his fingertip over the pencil image of Luke’s slit throat. “It’s a promise,” James said, with no shame in his voice. “Each page is what will happen to Luke.” James finally met his older brother’s eyes. “I’m just waiting for the perfect time.”
From that day on Joseph made sure Luke never got too close to James, for fear of what his younger brother would do. Because Joseph believed every word his brother had said.
The truth was, Joseph knew that someday, if he wasn’t stopped, James would do something so terrible he wouldn’t be able to come back from it.
And Joseph had no idea how to cure James. He didn’t know how to heal his little brother of the wretchedness that had lodged itself into his soul. He prayed for a miracle he knew would never come.
Joseph’s heart pounded as James held up another knife. His brother’s torso was bare, the scars from his frequent self-mutilation clear to see, white roads of flesh mapping the veins that ran under his skin. Veins that carried the blood James so desperately craved; nightly, once safe in their room, he would slice them open and lick the falling drops as they ran in crimson rivulets down his arms.
Joseph thrashed on the bed, fighting the binds James must have placed him in while he slept. “James, listen to me,” Joseph said as he helplessly watched his brother slowly push his blade into Luke’s shoulder. Luke’s chair almost fell as he screamed into the washcloth, the fabric absorbing his cry. But James didn’t even flinch. Joseph’s stomach clenched when the blood started to pour from Luke’s shoulder as James carefully extracted the blade.
Eleven. That’s all James was. Eleven years old, yet thought only of blood . . . worse, even . . . thought only about the consumption of blood.

About the author

Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.

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