| Author: | Lisa Trow | ISBN: | 9781680030310 |
| Publisher: | Texas Review Press | Publication: | July 10, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Texas Review Press | Language: | English |
| Author: | Lisa Trow |
| ISBN: | 9781680030310 |
| Publisher: | Texas Review Press |
| Publication: | July 10, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Texas Review Press |
| Language: | English |
Sign of Redemption tells the story of a Richie Harrison, an innocent CPA who lands behind bars in a Texas prison--the unwitting “wheelman” in an unexpected armed robbery. Harrison falls in love with Elizabeth McKenna, a lawyer there to help Harrison’s deaf friend, and thoughts of her--and the life he’s lost--begin to obsess him. He escapes, on horseback and across a raging river, and finds safety with a drug-dealing family while scheming to win his love. To woo her, Harrison drags McKenna on a destructive journey that transforms him into the criminal he never imagined he’d become.
From the book: When I first got sent down, I thought about escaping every day, and every day I thought of the bullet that would pierce my back and exit through my breastbone in a bloody spray. I thought of myself tumbling out of a dead run, my legs buckling, my face hitting the pavement. Maybe I’m just a coward if all it takes to make a coward is a vivid imagination. But I wasn’t here long before I found out what it sounded like when the blood left the body in gurgling rushes.
Sign of Redemption tells the story of a Richie Harrison, an innocent CPA who lands behind bars in a Texas prison--the unwitting “wheelman” in an unexpected armed robbery. Harrison falls in love with Elizabeth McKenna, a lawyer there to help Harrison’s deaf friend, and thoughts of her--and the life he’s lost--begin to obsess him. He escapes, on horseback and across a raging river, and finds safety with a drug-dealing family while scheming to win his love. To woo her, Harrison drags McKenna on a destructive journey that transforms him into the criminal he never imagined he’d become.
From the book: When I first got sent down, I thought about escaping every day, and every day I thought of the bullet that would pierce my back and exit through my breastbone in a bloody spray. I thought of myself tumbling out of a dead run, my legs buckling, my face hitting the pavement. Maybe I’m just a coward if all it takes to make a coward is a vivid imagination. But I wasn’t here long before I found out what it sounded like when the blood left the body in gurgling rushes.
