What: Lullaby For the Burkes Volume 1 Book Trailer Who: By C.J. Marcinko
Where: To Be Determined How: To Be Determined
Why: Because It is Past Due When: Soon
During the Roaring 20’s & Dirty 30’s battles raged: some on the streets and some in secret. Some with lead and some with steel. Some in organized crime and some in the occult. Some with bullets and some with magic. And all of them connected.
“You want to go to war with the Gravanos?”
“ONE DOWN, FOUR TO GO, FILL THE BLOODSTONES TIGHT….”
“It means graves of greed.”
“The whole city could be yours, Johnny.”
“If these guys are fighting the good fight against the capitalist pigs, I’d like to help.”
“I seriously doubt that, Mister rich, pampered, combat veteran.”
“Nobody Move. We’re the Sherwood Trust. We’re here to make a withdrawal.”
“… ONE DOWN FOR TO GO, KISSING YOUR LIPS OF NIGHT…”
“You fish-eating Papists will burn in the lake of fire.” Birds and other animals stayed away from her shack. It seemed singular and alone, always under the shade, always gloomy.
‘…ONE DOWN FOUR TO GO, ALL FOR YOUR DELIGHT….”
“If you’re going to keep this up, just shoot me down now.”
“What about our plans for the future.”
“You mean your plans for my future?”
“What about that Italian guy interested in you?”
“I had to give him the slip.”
After the beat-down Lizzy said “That’s for breaking my brother’s heart, you bitch!”
“…ONE DOWN FOUR TO GO, CUT IT OFF FOR SPITE…”
The opening movement of Frank Gravano’s symphony had begun.
“Charles pay attention, Mister Gravano is talking to you.”
“Dragon Claw Incorporated makes La Cosa Nostra look like the rank amateurs they are.”
“…HOW LOW DOES THE DARKNESS GO IN MY LITTLE ‘OLE SOUL?”
Most people’s aim got worse when they got angry. Hers got better.
Again, she thought she saw a flicker of light down the hallway.
“Do we have the power to save that child?”
“Will you let me use mine to save him?”
“Because it is not the will of our Gods.”
“HOW LOW IS FOREVER?” THEY INTONED IN THE TRADITIONAL MANNER.
“Part-time Pandora was done for the night and now the box is shut.”
“PRETTY LOW MY FELLOW DAMNED, PRETTY LOW.”
“You ask a lot of questions, newsman.”
“Well there you go, that kind of is my job.”
“Oh the places you’ll go.”
“Reginald Rifkin is Still Dead.”
“I CAN’T WAIT UNITL I’M AN ADULT!”
So begins the Great Game.
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