Caulbearer

By Rebecca Cantrell

Rainbow was born with something special, a small amount of LSD in his system and a caul over his face.  So far, all he's been able to get out of his powers are three divorces and a buy in bulk deal with his divorce attorney. All of that changes during his last party as a married man where he goes home with his former secretary. Will his mysterious powers allow him to connect with the people that matter most before it's too late?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Cantrell
• Release date: Sep 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393699309

Rebecca Cantrell

New York Times bestselling author Rebecca Cantrell's novels have won the ITW Thriller, the Bruce Alexander and the Macavity awards and been nominated for the Barry, Mary Higgins Clark, GoodReads Choice, APPY, RT Reviewers Choice, and Shriekfest Film Festival awards. She and her husband and son live in Berlin. She is the author of the following series: * The award-winning Joe Tesla mystery thriller series, including The World Beneath, The Tesla Legacy, and Chemistry of Death. * The Hannah Vogel mystery series, including A Trace of Smoke, A Night of Long Knives, A Game of Lies, and A City of Broken Glass.  * She also co-wrote the Order of Sanguines gothic thriller trilogy with James Rollins, including The Blood Gospel, Innocent Blood, and Blood Infernal.  * As Bekka Black, Rebecca wrote the critically-acclaimed YA cell phone novels iDrakula and the iFrankenstein.

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CAULBEARER

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CAULBEARER

Agnes drifted along with the peyote, not worrying about her contractions. There was time for the baby to come. Time for everything.

She crawled across the cold plank floor and lay her head on the quilt. Under her cheek interlocking buttercup yellow and ruby red rings glowed. The wedding ring pattern. She imagined many pairs of withered hands stitching it. A simple design now infinitely complex. When the next contraction hit she gazed into the weave of the fabric, seeing how it all connected, loomed by the universe. The colors blazed so brightly they pealed like cathedral bells.

I don’t want to get all heavy on you. A woman’s voice drifted in from far away. But what did you take, honey?

Agnes laughed at her. She had secrets. Things she wouldn’t tell these strangers who had taken her in out of the driving Alaskan snow. When her son slipped between her bloody legs into the world, she still held onto her secrets. She told no one her name, what she had taken, or what she intended to do in the morning.

The woman helped her into bed and placed a wet warm creature on her naked stomach. Agnes stared at the baby’s head, its ebony curls plastered against its skull with fluid from her body.