Dec 01, Shamshaad rated it it was amazing. What an exceptional read. It's been months since I've picked up a book and I couldn't put it down even for a moment. Feb 23, Cheryl Fitzpatrick rated it liked it. I enjoyed this book and liked the twist but not sure the blurb on the back was at all relevant to what happened in the story. I haven't read a Christopher Ransom book before but would like to try another. Feb 23, Laura rated it did not like it.
I DNF'd this about pages from the end. This just wasn't what I wanted, what I expected or in anyway a good story! Talk about dull and yet confusing! Darren starts finding himself haunted by his own childhood and remembers himself as not much different to Adam.
As buried secrets are raised the family home becomes a hunting ground of evil that will not die. Is there anything the Lynwoods can do to stop it all? Or is it too late as the orphan is already inside?
The Orphan by Christopher Ransom
You will have to read in order to find out, but will you make it to the end of the story or not? This is the perfect story for readers who enjoy horror, crime and suspense filled stories. The Orphan has received many mixed reviews as it is another of those books you either love or hate. This is the first book I have read by Christopher Ransom and I awarded it four stars as I found a few parts of the story wierd and confusing, but other than that it was an easy to read, fast paced story I enjoyed. I have plenty of books by Christopher Ransom on my bookshelves and this has not put me off reading more by him.
I must confess it is more scarier to read in bed at night alone, I dare you. May 22, Therese rated it really liked it. I had a really hard time in the begging of this book. I was sure that I wouldn't like it. Mostly because it wasn't what I expected it to be and it was a bit to "paranormal" for my taste although i enjoy that genre every ones in a while, it wasn't what I was after when I bought this particular book.
But as I read on and the more you got to know about the characters I found it hard to put the book down. In the end I really got in to it and tormented my friends with what I've just read and how ex I had a really hard time in the begging of this book. In the end I really got in to it and tormented my friends with what I've just read and how exited I was to find out how it all ends. Overall it was a really good book and I'm glad I finished it. Super thrilling and a kick-ass rap-up!
Sep 09, Lucie rated it liked it. I enjoyed the book. The story was good.
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I would have given it 4 stars but have knocked one off due to the unacceptable number of spelling mistakes in the book! Had it been a self published ebook I might have felt a little more lenient but this is a book form a fairly established author and a professional publishing company that quite frankly should not be making these basic mistakes. My spelling has never been fantastic so if I'm noticing mistakes then it must be bad!
It won't put me off reading I enjoyed the book. It won't put me off reading more of his work in the future as I really enjoy his stories and writing style but lets hope they get it sorted as it really is off putting. Oct 13, Cathy rated it did not like it. I admit it. I was bored. By that amount of reading, you feel like you should be in the thick of the story but I still felt like the writer was setting the scene for something big to happen.
It was like reading a Stephen King novel with every aspect of the story being draaaaaaaged out, including unnecessary details. I'll never find out because this is a book I won't be revisiting. Shame, because I really enjoyed his previous books. This was long awaited but I feel a I admit it. This was long awaited but I feel a lot of people are going to be disappointed by this one. Aug 30, Kat Orton rated it liked it. I think Orphan has to be the better of the three without a doubt.
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My biggest complaint about all his books has got to be that they are all like really rubbish horror movies that you pick up from Poundland, and this one was no exception. Although it was a cool idea it's written like your watching a poorly executed horror movie. Nice cheesy read, but won't really broaden your horizons. Mar 18, Anna Maudsley rated it it was amazing. I loved this book - I wasn't expecting to given the other reviews but it was clever and vividly described - reminded me of the film 'Identity' with Ed Norton. Oct 13, Samantha rated it did not like it. Hate having to give up on a book but life is too short to read something you don't enjoy.
Got a hundred pages in and just couldn't take it any more. Nov 13, Christopher Dodds rated it really liked it. Christopher Ransom is a great author who always delivers a good shock or two with his disturbingly well written stories. But this one had which a pretty good twists in it that most won't see coming. But the character's are well written and it has a really good plot an really enjoyable read for those who are a fan of the horror genre.
Mar 24, Zoe rated it it was ok. I was determined to stick this one out despite it being really hard to follow. If you're looking for a straightforward scary story, stay away from this - its confusing. I think. Give this a go if you like a challenge! Some scenes are pretty eerie too.
Jun 21, Peter Vickers rated it liked it. My powers of reading concentration were not good enough to make much sense of this. I can see that the book was well written and some passages I got swept along with, but don't ask me to explain the plot! Aug 29, Lois rated it did not like it. Why did I start reading this? I painstakingly read up to page and after the woman killed the man in the motel room by means of taking over his body. I just couldn't read any further. This author looks like he has just thrown this together. Not a good book at all and really complicated. View 1 comment. There are no discussion topics on this book yet.
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No Kindle? Each of these CD's offers 70 minutes of comforting, encouraging scriptures. ELY And a true lover of the holy church. The breath no sooner left his father's body, But that his wildness, mortified in him, Seem'd to die too; yea, at that very moment Consideration, like an angel, came And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him, Leaving his body as a paradise, To envelop and contain celestial spirits.
Never was such a sudden scholar made; Never came reformation in a flood, With such a heady currance, scouring faults Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness So soon did lose his seat and all at once As in this king. ELY We are blessed in the change. ELY The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality: And so the prince obscured his contemplation Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt, Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night, Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.
Doth his majesty Incline to it, or no? ELY How did this offer seem received, my lord? ELY What was the impediment that broke this off? ELY It is. ELY I'll wait upon you, and I long to hear it. For now sits Expectation in the air, And hides a sword from hilts unto the point With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets, Promised to Harry and his followers. The French, advised by good intelligence Of this most dreadful preparation, Shake in their fear and with pale policy Seek to divert the English purposes. O England! But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills With treacherous crowns; and three corrupted men, One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the second, Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third, Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland, Have, for the gilt of France,--O guilt indeed!
Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France; And by their hands this grace of kings must die, If hell and treason hold their promises, Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton. Linger your patience on; and we'll digest The abuse of distance; force a play: The sum is paid; the traitors are agreed; The king is set from London; and the scene Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton; There is the playhouse now, there must you sit: And thence to France shall we convey you safe, And bring you back, charming the narrow seas To give you gentle pass; for, if we may, We'll not offend one stomach with our play.
But, till the king come forth, and not till then, Unto Southampton do we shift our scene. NYM For my part, I care not: I say little; but when time shall serve, there shall be smiles; but that shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will wink and hold out mine iron: it is a simple one; but what though? NYM Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may: that is my rest, that is the rendezvous of it. NYM I cannot tell: things must be as they may: men may sleep, and they may have their throats about them at that time; and some say knives have edges.
It must be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
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There must be conclusions. Well, I cannot tell. As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, Crowned with faith and constant loyalty. EXETER Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours, That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell His sovereign's life to death and treachery. Trumpets sound. Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins: Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead, And we must yearn therefore.
Hostess Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a' should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.
NYM They say he cried out of sack. Hostess Ay, that a' did. Hostess Nay, that a' did not. Boy Yes, that a' did; and said they were devils incarnate. Hostess A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked. Boy A' said once, the devil would have him about women. Hostess A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.
Boy Do you not remember, a' saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose, and a' said it was a black soul burning in hell-fire? NYM Shall we shog? My love, give me thy lips. Look to my chattels and my movables: Let senses rule; the word is 'Pitch and Pay:' Trust none; For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck: Therefore, Caveto be thy counsellor.
Go, clear thy c rystals. Yoke-fellows in arms, Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys, To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck! Boy And that's but unwholesome food they say. Kissing her. Therefore the Dukes of Berri and of Bretagne, Of Brabant and of Orleans, shall make forth, And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dispatch, To line and new repair our towns of war With men of courage and with means defendant; For England his approaches makes as fierce As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
It fits us then to be as provident As fear may teach us out of late examples Left by the fatal and neglected English Upon our fields. DAUPHIN My most redoubted father, It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe; For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom, Though war nor no known quarrel were in question, But that defences, musters, preparations, Should be maintain'd, assembled and collected, As were a war in expectation. Therefore, I say 'tis meet we all go forth To view the sick and feeble parts of France: And let us do it with no show of fear; No, with no more than if we heard that England Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance: For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd, Her sceptre so fantastically borne By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth, That fear attends her not.
Constable O peace, Prince Dauphin! You are too much mistaken in this king: Question your grace the late ambassadors, With what great state he heard their embassy, How well supplied with noble counsellors, How modest in exception, and withal How terrible in constant resolution, And you shall find his vanities forespent Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus, Covering discretion with a coat of folly; As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots That shall first spring and be most delicate.
DAUPHIN Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable; But though we think it so, it is no matter: In cases of defence 'tis best to weigh The enemy more mighty than he seems: So the proportions of defence are fill'd; Which of a weak or niggardly projection Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting A little cloth. The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us; And he is bred out of that bloody strain That haunted us in our familiar paths: Witness our too much memorable shame When Cressy battle fatally was struck, And all our princes captiv'd by the hand Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of Wales; Whiles that his mountain sire, on mountain standing, Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun, Saw his heroical seed, and smiled to see him, Mangle the work of nature and deface The patterns that by God and by French fathers Had twenty years been made.
This is a stem Of that victorious stock; and let us fear The native mightiness and fate of him. Enter a Messenger. Suppose that you have seen The well-appointed king at Hampton pier Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning: Play with your fancies, and in them behold Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing; Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty surge: O, do but think You stand upon the ravage and behold A city on the inconstant billows dancing; For so appears this fleet majestical, Holding due course to Harfleur.
Follow, follow: Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy, And leave your England, as dead midnight still, Guarded with grandsires, babies and old women, Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance; For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd With one appearing hair, that will not follow These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France? Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege; Behold the ordnance on their carriages, With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppose the ambassador from the French comes back; Tells Harry that the king doth offer him Katharine his daughter, and with her, to dowry, Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms. The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner With linstock now the devilish cannon touches, Alarum, and chambers go off. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English. Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war.
And you, good yeoman, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start.
Alarum, and chambers go off. NYM Pray thee, corporal, stay: the knocks are too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a case of lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it. Boy Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. Boy As duly, but not as truly, As bird doth sing on bough.