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Charred Souls describes the childhood of one child and her 6 siblings as they grew up in a family that used child abuse as a source of entertainment In her book, she describes the methods of intimidation, torture and isolation used to keep the children from seeking help from others. It also describes how, since much of the extended family practiced the same type of abusive behavior, the children assumed the whole world lived this way. This family, while they may have been reported as potential child abusers, were never charged or prosecuted despite the atrocious, sadistic torture they subjected their young children to. Trena, the oldest child, became the parental role model, nurturer and caretaker for the younger children from the age of five, never having anyone to nurture or care for her..
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How does an ethnographer write about violence? How can he make sense of violent acts, for himself and for his readers, without compromising its sheer excess and its meaning-defying core? How can he remain a scholarly observer when the country of his birth is engulfed by terror? These are some of the questions that engage Valentine Daniel in this exploration of life and death in contemporary Sri Lanka. In 1983 Daniel "walked into the ashes and mortal residue" of the violence that had occurred in his homeland. His planned project--the study of women's folk songs as ethnohistory--was immediately displaced by the responsibility that he felt had been given to him, by surviving family members and friends of victims, to recount beyond Sri Lanka what he had seen and heard there. Trained to do fieldwork by staying in one place and educated to look for coherence and meaning in human behavior, what does an anthropologist do when he is forced by circumstances to keep moving, searching for reasons he never finds? How does he write an ethnography (or an anthropography, to use the author's term) without transforming it into a pornography of violence? In avoiding fattening the anthropography into prurience, how does he avoid flattening it with theory? The ways in which Daniel grapples with these questions, and their answers, instill this groundbreaking book with a rare sense of passion, purpose, and intellect..
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Five years ago, Mattie Clay escaped a madman intent upon beating her to death. She moved to a new city, claiming a new identity Mentally she never got over the past and decided to return home, where it all started, to find peace within. Now, her half-dead husband is back to kill her again, welding supernatural powers from an entity human weapons cannot kill. Fast paced and heart racing, she runs for her life—only this time if she stops, she dies. Yet inside, she carries a secret that could save her and her friends. But the creature has staked his claim on her, destroying all who dare to stand between him and his wife, killing one by one all who protect her. Will she learn what secret she carries before all her friends die? Only fate holds the answer to that question..
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Title: Log blaze engages fire crews overnight.(Fires)(Charred: Scores of firefighters and 23 trucks and engines join forces at a wood-chipping yard.)
Publication:The Register-Guard (Eugene, OR) (Newspaper)
Date: July 12, 2002
Publisher: The Register Guard
Page: D1

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CONTENTS :

I-- THE LADY OF THE TREE
II-- MONSIGNORE
III-- UNDER SUSPICION
IV-- KILLIMAGA
V-- WITH EMPTY HANDS
VI-- WHO IS RUTH?
VII-- BITTER BREAD
VIII-- FATHER MURRAY OF SIHASSET
IX-- THE BISHOP'S CONFESSION
X-- AT THE MYSTERY TREE
XI-- THIN ICE
XII-- HIS EXCELLENCY SUGGESTS
XIII-- THE ABDUCTION
XIV-- THE INEXPLICABLE
XV-- "I AM NOT THE DUCHESS!"
XVI-- HIS EXCELLENCY IS WORRIED
XVII-- THE OPEN DOOR
XVIII-- SAUNDERS SCORES
XIX-- CAPITULATION
XX-- THE "DUCHESS" ABDICATES
XXI-- THE BECKONING HAND
XXII-- RUTH'S CONFESSION
XXIII-- CHARRED WOOD

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a excerpt from CHAPTER I- - THE LADY OF THE TREE:

The man lay in the tall grass. Behind him the wall of the Killimaga estate, from its beginning some fifty yards to his left, stretched away to his right for over a thousand feet. Along the road which ran almost parallel with the wall was the remnant of what had once been a great woods; yearly the county authorities determined to cut away its thick undergrowth-and yearly left it alone. On the left the road was bare for some distance along the bluff; then, bending, it again sought the shelter of the trees and meandered along until it lost itself in the main street of Sihasset, a village large enough to support three banks and, after a fashion, eight small churches. In front, had the lounger cared to look, he would have seen the huge rocks topping the bluff against which the ocean dashed itself into angry foam. But the man didn't care to look-for in the little clearing between the wall of Killimaga and the bluff road was peace too profound to be wantonly disturbed by motion. And so he lay there lazily smoking his cigar, his long length concealed by the tall grass.

Hearing a slight click behind him and to his right, the man slowly, even languidly, turned his head to peer through the grass. But his energy was unrewarded, for he saw nothing he had not seen before-a long wall, its rough stones half hidden by creeping vines, at its base a rank growth of shrubs and wild hedge; behind it, in the near distance, the towers of a house that, in another land, perched amid jutting crags, would have inspired visions of far-off days of romance. Even in its New England setting the great house held a rugged charm, heightened by the big trees which gave it a setting of rich green. Some of the trees had daringly advanced almost to the wall itself, while one-a veritable giant-had seemingly been caught while just stepping through.

With a bored sigh, as if even so slight an effort were too great, the smoker settled himself more comfortably and resumed his indolent musing. Then he heard the sound again. This time he did not trouble to look around. Something white swished quickly past him and he stared, bewildered. It was a woman, young, if her figure were to be trusted. His cigar dropped in the grass, and there he let it lie. His gaze never left her as she walked on; and he could scarcely be blamed, for he was still under thirty-five and feminine early twenties has an interest to masculine full youth. He had never seen anyone quite so charming. And so he watched the lady as she walked to the edge of the bluff overlooking the sea, and turned to the left to go along the pathway toward the village.

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