
The Promise of Flowers by Delia Parr
Martyrs, martyrs everywhere…

Martyrs, martyrs everywhere…
Average story with an extra wallop of crazy. Tread carefully, people.
Incompetent darlings, creepy sisters, rakes… the usual boring stuff with little that stands out.
I don’t know about you, but I think the author wants to sell me some property in Buffalo Valley.
If the two main characters have some intelligence and talked more, this story wouldn’t need to happen.
Nope. Nope, nope, nope.
Irish snooze, more like.
Someone please kill the hero slowly and painfully, thanks.
It may be a thing, but it’s not beautiful.
Martyrs in the West, coming right at you…