Flowers in Blood (Volume I)

By Carlos Santiago

Sometimes some memories of the past should not be revived...

Three childhood friends separated by fate meet again when Cassimiro, a forensic psychiatrist, disappears without a trace. Guilherme, a government official, expert in discovering forgeries, try to know what happened and if your friend is still alive, with the help of Gonçalves, a ex-police officer, promiscuous and violent behavior, and owner of a checkered past.
They penetrate the underworld of the streets of Recife, and following a trail of blood and violence, until summer where lust, vice and seduction can lead the human being.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carlos Santiago
• Release date: Dec 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311835154

Carlos Santiago

Escritor, ex-professor de capoeira, cantor, compositor e poeta, o autor sempre foi apaixonado pela cultura em suas diversas manifestações. Nasceu em Recife, Pernambuco, no dia 1o de Maio de 1969.Estudou na antiga Escola Técnica Federal, em Recife, no curso de Eletrônica, ocasião em que participou da escola de teatro daquela instituição.Ex-vocalista da banda MPR (Música Popular Regional), uma banda local, da cidade de Olinda, da qual faziam parte Cristiano (guitarra e vocal), Leandro (baixista e violão), Sérgio (bateria) e Jerimum de Olinda (percussão), que atualmente toca na banda de Geraldo Azevedo.Bacharel em Direito, o autor atualmente trabalha na Procuradoria do Ministério Público Federal em Brasília – DF.Outras obras: Em Uma Noite Escura (Julho de 2014)

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Flowers in Blood

Carlos Santiago

CHAPTER I - THE PEOPLE OF THE HOUSE

Calmly I watch and light another cigarette. Damn I try to quit addiction for years. I thought that wouldn’t get anything, but how I was already there, decided to let things follow as showed. Until then, it seemed that the night would be long, rainy and unprofitable. I was with cold in my hands, my feet, the entire body drenched. With the wristwatch, I marked the time since I arrived.

Hours ago I was taking a whiskey without ice in the Recanto Solidão, bar I frequent, where, ironically, left a company, promising to return shortly. The noise that place sometimes bothered me. I like the silence and also I’ am of those who prefer a song with a slightly lower volume, where you can talk to, not those bangs that nobody understands what is said. But even so, I frequent this place long ago. I just think that the name, Recanto Solidão, it suggests a more proper place, with less noise, and not touch those ballads with such a high volume. I finished the drink and got out of there, was going now to the place where would stay almost the entire night.

I drove me to Antônio Lisboa street, in the Casa Amarela neighborhood. I was stopped for almost an hour and a half, when decided to leave the car. The rain it is falling heavily, and the wind it beats in my face like a whip.