You’ve spilled my blood.
You’ve brought me pain.
But what you’re yet to realize… I’m a fighter.
I’ve been broken before.
I’ve even at one point lost the will to live.
So now you know… this information I gift to you.
I’m ready for you, so do your worst.
**Dear Captor explores themes that may be considered triggers for some**
I hate cliffhangers, really I do! So in case anybody isn’t clear on this, I HATE cliffhangers. If you feel the same way, you may not like this book very much because boy, talk about a doozy of a cliffy as I like to call them. I was so totally mad. I had really gotten into this, and by the time the ending showed up, not only was I in utter disbelief about what happened, but…CLIFFHANGER!
I usually give a brief synopsis of what the book is about, particularly its beginnings, but I don’t want to give too much away here. This is a three-part series, and all of the books are about a month apart. We have a serial killer who makes his victims write letters, and in book one, Dear Captor, our heroine Elinore is taken.
There is a police detective, Roman, and a few others in the cast of characters. One of them just may be the captor, but his identity is never divulged. (I have an idea of who it is.) So now, after getting upset at the ending, it’s a long wait until October 18th when book 2 is released. *sigh*
parents name their children with a special kind of love in their hearts. Not
mine though. They didn’t want me, or at least, that’s what they kept telling
me. They only ever wanted to inflict pain. I was nobody until the woman next
door gave me the lovely name Elenore. She cared for me when my own parents
didn’t or wouldn’t.
single day I wished to be taken away from what I endured. Anywhere would have
been good. I would have sold my soul to the devil himself back then, and I’d
willingly do it now. Give my living essence to breathe, to live on. My entire
childhood was a survival story, and now I have another.
blood. Everywhere I look, there are dark pools of solidified blood stuck to the
walls, the floor—my entire cell is covered. The girls who came before me are no
more. Their stories are over. It was gruesome, the stuff of your nightmares.
though—he kept me.
changed my destiny of certain death. It was never in me to give up easily. I’ve
always been a fighter. He never saw me coming, and he never knew my strength.
He was not what I expected either.
captor . . .
bright and sunny Queensland, Australia. She has always been a reader. When she
was little, she’d be up late reading Garfield
and Asterix comic books and also Footrot Flats. When Liz hit high school,
they gave her Tomorrow When the War Began
by John Marsden, and from there her love of books continued to grow.
notebook and pen beside her bed for when those late-night ideas pop into her
head, plus she’s a stationery addict and loves pens, notebooks, and, well,