On Sale This Week – Blood Crow by Cleve Sylcox only .99 Cents

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Many of you are saying, It’s about time! Well, good things come to those who wait…Blood Crow, the dynamite novel by legend Cleve Sylcox is on sale for one week only and then it will return to it’s normal price of 3.99.  I bet you can’t wait to get your hands on it. Click here and get yours today for only .99 Cents.

As Confederate and Union forces clash in and around the Missouri community of St. Charles, Constance McAdams fights a war of her own. Her mind has been fractured, her heart ravaged, and her soul nearly torn from its very existence. Her husband, Gavin, threatened by a corrupt sheriff and judge, is the binding that holds her together. With a blessing from an old Choctaw woman as her only weapon, she spirals into a maddening world of crows and spirits as she fights the forces pressing in around her.

Remember, this sale only last until 7/31 then it is history.

On January 17th, History will change.

As Confederate and Union forces clash in and around the Missouri community of St. Charles, Constance McAdams fights a war of her own. Her mind has been fractured, her heart ravaged, and her soul nearly torn from its very existence. Her husband, Gavin, threatened by a corrupt sheriff and judge, is the binding that holds her together. With a blessing from an old Choctaw woman as her only weapon, she spirals into a maddening world of crows and spirits as she fights the forces pressing in around her.

Blood Crow

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Blood Crow
By Cleve Sylcox

On a heap,
Of twisted death,
A crow sits,
All bloody and wet.

From his beak,
Red threads hang,
Black pearl eyes,
A cawing he sang.

You men of,
North and South,
Kill each other,
There’s no doubt.

I feed my children,
With your remains,
On the rocks lay,
Your blood and vain.

Into the night,
And into the day,
The crow kept cawing,
All along the way.

Battles fought,
On bloody fields,
Soldiers came,
Refusing to yield.

Land was raped,
Young woman folk too,
Some fought back,
Families were few.

In a swamp,
A legend was born,
On her back,
Wedding gown torn.

Blood lusting soldiers,
With nothing to gain,
Found death and destruction,
Deep merciless pain.

In the end,
What good was done,
Men all died,
No one had won.