The Nememiah Chronicles Collection - Books 1-3

Prologue

I took one last glance around the minuscule living room of the stone cottage, making up my mind on the spot. I was aware of the realtor behind me, her eyes focused on my back as I deliberated. She"d no doubt struggled to rent this place for months; it was unkempt, old-fashioned, and tiny. And perfect for my needs.

When I turned around her eyes were fixed on me, her countenance hopeful. She looked faintly ridiculous in a claret skirt, tailored white shirt, and sky-high heels – which had dug into the muddy ground as we made our way inside just a few minutes ago. I mentally reprimanded myself for being so judgmental, the realtor had been friendly and polite from the outset, introducing herself as Maude Yeardley - and it wasn"t her fault I"d chosen to look at a house in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dirt and mud. “I"ll take it.”

Was that relief on her face? I wondered idly. It seemed my assumption had been correct and she"d had this one on her books for a considerable period.

Was that relief on her face?On the drive back in to the tiny township of Puckhaber Falls, Maude made small talk, giving me information about the locality, advice about the residents and gossip. Mainly gossip. Besides being the town"s lone realtor, she apparently knew the personal business of every single inhabitant. It didn"t matter to me. My stay here wouldn"t be a social event, so to be honest; I didn"t really care one way or the other. I would see as little as possible of the other nine hundred and forty two inhabitants and my stay would be as brief as I could manage.

My only intention in Puckhaber Falls was to work up the courage to kill myself, and release my soul from the never-ending pain I"d endured for the past two years.