Blood Disolves in the Waters of a Loch

By George Vaughan

What if blood really were to be thicker than water? Suppose that old saying really is true... is there any way out when the consequences reveal something utterly heinous? Such is what Cassie MacCulloch must struggle with when everything comes to light...

• Language: English
• Publisher: George Vaughan
• Release date: Jun 26, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005369279

George Vaughan

George Vaughan is a lover of all things creative from Tasmania, Australia, who has been writing stories for the last fifteen years. His books will be especially enjoyable for fans of Marcus Sedgewick, Lauren Kate and Laini Taylor.First published in 2013 with Out There On Bruny, a story serialised in a local newspaper, George's first actual book, Through Unseeing Eyes, arrived in 2016 to raise money for the conservation of local birdlife.He loves trying all genres and styles, but especially loves it when people have fun reading the end result!

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Blood Dissolves in the Waters of a Loch

George Vaughan

Copyright 2022 by George Vaughan

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Cover design by George Vaughan using template from Postermywall and images from Dream Wombo.

The little flat already felt completely full without the addition of the Tesla-coil of tension crackling between those two figures, that oh-so-similar pair either side of the kitchen table. Irrespective of personality or sentience, from the rabble of suitably patriotic Royal Doultons on the yellowed-white countertop to the dull, clinical tiles of porcelain on the adjacent kitchenette; everything seemed to inch uncomfortably into the background compared to whatever was unfolding here yet a-freaking-gain.

Yep. Again.

It was like the crappiest magic-trick illusion, how these blooms of aggression could arise; it seemed like it happened these days without even the slightest aggravation. And maybe this was a big call, but Cassie MacCulloch was even more sick of such unpredictability than her mother’s blatantly dreadful attitude; this side of Hadrian’s Wall, you’d struggle to find worse.

Cassie’s gigantic sweater bundled tightly around her just as she liked, like some kind of insanely fuzzy defensive bulwark, her hair floating just barely down to her shoulders like a feather-cut white-blond cloud… but her impish spark? Her wry point of view? Her usual attitude? None of that was anywhere to be seen; the mind-bending annoyance of today had long since seen to all that.

‘Gah!’ She was just about ready to flip the table at this point; so tempted! ‘Seriously, Ma; if you’d just tell me what’s up for once, I’d be happy enough to help. Just stop taking it out on Pa and stop with that frigging sulking act of yours! I hate to tell you, but it’s not cute. Sweaters, scarves and the lil’ Suffolk lambs up around the bothy… specific as that is, that’s cute, not some toddler who’s been cursed with the body of a sixty-year-old lady…’

‘Cassie MacCulloch; stop disagreeing with everything I say!’

‘That’s quite the blanket statement you’ve got going on there, Ma; we had a perfectly civil