First came The Exorcist. Then came The Omen. Now there's another creepy child to keep you awake at night. Sam by Iain Rob Wright. You'll never see the ending coming.
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When washed-up priest Angela Murs, and skittish ghost hunter Tim Golding, are summoned to a vast countryside manor to help a sick little boy, they have no idea what to expect. While it's clear that young Samuel Raymeady is a very disturbed child, there's surely no way he could be behind the recent spate of accidents and deaths around his home. He's just a child...
Sammie is dirty, malnourished, and perhaps the victim of a negligent mother, but as Angela and Tim's investigation takes them deeper into the mystery, they realize that there is much more going on than they ever could have imagined.
Sammie has a secret. Want to hear it?
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“He’s a scam artist, nothing but a conman.”
Tim Golding faced his accuser and sighed. The silver-haired gentleman was large and overbearing, but Tim wasn’t about to stand there and be insulted. “Sir, it was your wife who contacted me. If you’d like me to leave then I will. To be honest, I’d rather be at home watching The X Files.”
“No, please,” said the man’s wife. “Help us.”
Tim examined the woman and could see she was emotionally battered. After ten years in the business you could detect the bullshitters fairly easy, and this woman wasn’t spinning him a line. She was genuinely terrified. Either that or she was one hell of an actor. The charcoal bags beneath her eyes were proof enough of her sleepless nights.
“Okay,” Tim said. “Why don’t we take a seat and you can tell me what’s been happening.”
The woman’s face almost crumbled into sobs then, but she forced a weary, thin-lipped smile. She led Tim into the dining room where a set of leather-backed chairs lay tucked up against a polished oak table in the centre of a plush beige carpet.
Tim slid out a chair and plonked himself down on it. The silver-haired husband pulled out a chair and sat down stiffly. He made no secret of his cynicism, huffing and puffing with every breath and rolling his eyes like marbles.
Tim rolled his own eyes. Okay, asshole, I get it. You think I’m a charlatan and you’re a tough guy that won’t be scammed. If only you knew the truth, buddy…
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Portuguese
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Translated by Mariana Iglesias
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Translated by Adrián Buenrostro Martínez
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