Reverend Insanity Books Novels & Stories

Hell, I sinned against my husband! I sinned against the man who put me on a pedestal. The man who did nothing but loved and took care of me like I was the most fragile thing on earth. I could never believe that there would come a day that I would destroy our sacred bond. We were still in our early months of marriage. Yet there I was, hooking up with a married person. The very thought of this made me feel I was swimming in a pool of dark and slick filth. And I couldn’t dare to look at myself in the mirror. I quickened my pace until I was already running. My light footsteps echoed against the eerie silence of the hall. But before I could open the door that separated Door 13 from the rest of t

“They tried to snuff out a shining life here, declaring our Henry Putnam dead. Someone needs to be held accountable. They wrote that child off, resigned to letting him slip away before his destiny could be fulfilled. But sometimes we find in death . . . there is life. “They have lied to you and to me. They have always lied. I say no more!” His arms were thrust before him, spread wide as if parting an ocean. “Tonight, we took it back . . . right here . . . we have the higher path. We took it and we shall do so again, herein ever after, from this moment forth. Yea, hear me before it’s too late!” The Reverend lunged back toward his pulpit, grasping for his open Bible—

Finally I swallowed and managed, “Are you kidding me, Bobby? You’re not actually gonna . . . ” Bobby shrugged as he continued to flip through the book. “I dunno. Looks . . . well, looks kinda interesting. Dad said this Reverend McIlvian was something else last night at church. Sorta makes me wish we’d stayed to check him out.” Astonished betrayal pierced me, but I covered it with my usual sarcasm. “C’mon, Bobby. Told you. Guy’s not any different than any other pastor or missionary or speaker that’s come through in the past ten years. It’s all the same bullshit we’ve heard before. This guy’s just flashier. It’s an act, Bobby. An act.”

“You’re the only one who hasn’t looked at me like I need a pat on the head and a breathalyser.” “Because I remember your wife,” Frank said. “And because there’s a difference between mad and haunted.” He shifted. “There’s a room under the sacristy. Books that shouldn’t be read lightly. A Jesuit left them when he passed through in ‘83. He said our coast holds old stories the old people wouldn’t name. He called them ‘things that don’t forgive.’” A pause. “I don’t like the books. But sometimes you don’t need to like a ladder to climb out of a hole.”

The insanity series is now complete. The wonderful journey this has taken me on along with the wonderful people who have joined along for the ride know the ups and downs and the five months of my life it took to write this series. i am insane proud of the outcome and how it all worked out. The next series which is the nightmare series will begin in december. The first book in the series "The nightmare begins" is ready and will begin on December 1st. Though the first book does not have Max and Deanna i will tie in to the insanity series with the second book which i will begin writing in early 2021.

Breaking the Eye wall is now available on Amazon. Com along with the rest of the series. Across the desk and weathering the storm are also there. if you have just joined and read this book or have been here from the beginning it has been a ride to write these three stories. I absolutely did not plan for this or them to be what they turned out to be. Across the desk was supposed to be an erotic book that took a nasty turn and thr Insanity series was born. Max and Deanna have become a major part of me now. They will be back in the next book of the nightmare series.

Vicky laughed. "You are crazy!" Molly took her book and shook her head, this friend of hers is thinking like an old woman from the 90s. "Of course, you guys are crazy friends of a crazy slut!" A voice said from behind them. They turned to see Rebecca, the friend that betrayed them, the green snake in their midst before Sophia got bursted. "Oh, here comes the ungrateful bitch! I think you are the crazy one, it is very obvious that you have lost your mind a long time ago!" Vicky returned, lifting her chin up stubbornly.

I pulled away from Ambrosia for a moment and just looked back at her. “Us Reavers, the four High Priests, myself and my brothers, we are immortal in every sense of the word. We can't be killed, can't die naturally. So far, there has been nothing that can kill us in all the millennia’s we have been here... That offers a very long and lonely life watching those you love pass, when you know you will never... Regular Reavers will not die naturally, but there are things that can kill them. For instance, The Darkness that Raphael and Rayne battled recently with. The Darkness actually killed Rayne, and The Shadows brought her back. I wasn’t personally there, but I have heard Raphael tell the story.

I come so hard my spine bows off the mattress— a jagged, body-shaking climax that feels more like a purge than a release. As the tremors fade, leaving me empty and exhausted, reality crashes back in. I stare back at the darkness. The only sound left in the world is my own ragged breathing. I claim to hate his guts, yet I just used the memory of his cruelty to get off— a fucking hypocrite. The word echoes. Hypocrite. I lie still for a second. Then I reach for my bag.

Many can enter altered states of consciousness. Collective madness is present in the different scenarios of life, socially, politically, religiously and in our way of thinking. But there is a big difference in those degrees of insanity. The madness of a few who are misunderstood for the moment, will be the sanity of the future. In a wonderful book by the great poet Khalil Gibran, he praises that beautiful madness that does not limit the imagination of those who are capable of seeing beyond the physical senses and proudly expresses: "They call me the madman ... ". Because of that blessed madness, it is that we still remain in time and all is not lost. Fantastic love and neural craving will fi