
Excerpt
Available on Amazon About the Author“Sister Christian”
—Night Ranger, 1983
Three standing grandfather clocks gazed down at her that morning, ten years to the day since they found her wandering alone with no memory—not even a name.
There, at the corner of Elm and E Street, Molly Slater (the name they’d given her) gripped her Fender Stratocaster like it were a weapon forged for her hands. Her fingerless gloves whispered at the strings, ready to saw down some serious noise. Jordache jacket with the sleeves ripped off at the shoulder. Purple lipstick and double-earrings. Corvette red hair. Bette Davis Eyes.
The garage smelled like the early morning—no other sound but her Cons slapping the dewy concrete. She kicked away shorted out gizmos and various half-finished contraptions littering the cold slab floor. Hoyt, her foster dad, fancied himself the inventor. Any day now he’d invent their way into riches untold. Any day now.
Those grandfather clocks ticked at her as she plugged into the Peavey. More of Hoyt’s tinkering, thinking he could set his machines by them. Each triggered a different chain reaction every morning. One fed the dog. Another opened the garage to the day. A third…well it never worked anyway. She stared at them, as did they her in return. They held no judgment, only the looming doom of the impending hour.
As the garage doors groaned, opening to the dim autumn light outside, she cranked up and twist-tuned her axe. She gave it a gooseneck and sliced right in. Mötley. Halen. Bowie. Duran. Whitesnake. Saxon. Maiden! Fluidly, she moved from one riff to another. She was totally, epically zoned.
She lived in that fifteen minutes.
Those granddads thundered their terrible news.
The parentals shouted.
“Shut that racket off! You’re gonna be late, I swear to every god,” the mother said. As if there were gods. Molly just shook her head, put up the guitar and grabbed her bag. “And put on a hat on that red hair. I don’t want you getting murdered by that maniac!”
So dramatic. Like anything that interesting could ever happen.
She always knew it would be like this.

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Did you read this one Didi?
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I haven’t. But I think I’m going to! Looks interesting. Have you?
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I’m currently reading it. I’m really liking it but I’m struggling with it a little. I’m getting through it a lot slower than I normally do because of the writing/language.
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Oh no. Hopefully it picks up! I’ll be watching for your review, I’m very curious!
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I guess it’s the 80s language that’s making it difficult for me but what I’ve read so far I’ve enjoyed.
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Sounds bitchen 😉
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Lol 😂
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