Nineteen Cuts (Dead Thorn Diaries Book 1)

My name is Thorn and I was dead once. My mind, my heart, and my spirit were as lifeless as a pond of bleach. So I carved into my slender wrists with a double-edged blade. Nineteen cuts in all, representing nineteen soul-destroying years I should have never been forced to endure. But I am proof that not even death can stop the bleeding.I am very dead — purging every last drop of crimson fluid from my veins has that effect — but I am also still very alive. I'm just not...human anymore.Suicide wasn't the end. It was just the little nap I took at the end of a shitty life. I got the luxury of waking up again. And that's when the fun began. The Freak Show. I was purged of the romantic delusion that death would heal me, because the beautiful and perverted Brehnn are coming for me. The cruel beings will gift me a nightmare only a diseased mind could fathom. And if they ever catch me, after they've had their fun, I won't be the guest at their dinner table. I'll be the entrée.

From the Inside Flap

I lie motionless on the grass, my face pressed into the earth. Modi sits slumped beside me staring up into the sky, looking drained and lost. What have I done? I forced him to hit me, hurt me, destroy my body over and over again. What kind of a person does that? Streams of shame flow freely from my eyes. Forgive me, Modi. You don't deserve this.He reaches down with one hand and lightly sets his fingertips to the side of my face. His thoughts, memories begin to flow into my mind.

From the Back Cover

I had only one question before I ravaged my veins. Would there be wine in the afterlife? A sweet zin? A bitter cabernet? I hoped so. I wasn't picky - anything red would do. And then it was done. Sitting naked over a quilt in my bathroom, sipping a glass of burgundy life water, I watched curiously as the red velvety cream spilled from my wrists. The first cuts were the worst.One by one my tethered memories came to whisper their goodbyes. Not all were bad. Some were lovely, but the ones that weren't slowly filled my slender stomach with millions of churning slivers of glass. How do you remove millions of shards of crystal? Surely the next life would be better... How wrong I was.

About the Author

Ringo Gene Hayden is the author of the new Dead Thorn Diaries series. He spent his twenties on the streets of Los Angeles as an actor in films, singer songwriter of the band Grasshopper, and drummer and bassist for various LA indie bands. He now lives, breathes and plays in Bend, Oregon slashing through mountain powder on his snowboard, and black diamond trails on his Mountain bike. He is currently working on the second book of the series.

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