I Am Kimberly Cole: A Journey into Terror by R.G. Miller – Review by Liz Vrchota

I Am Kimberly Cole: A Journey into Terror by R.G. Miller
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Astonishing! Brilliant! Terrifying! Here is the thing… I am beyond hooked on R.G. Miller’s novels. I have been ever since I picked up his debut novel, The Twins. That particular novel gave me nightmares and played with my subconscious long after I finished the last pages. The makings of a great thriller novel. Each one following it seemed to outdo the one before, an almost impossible task. When I saw that he had a new one out with new characters I was beyond excited and I was chomping at the bit to get it in my hand. My only complaint is that this was so short! Don’t worry, it did not hinder this novel at all. For only being 93 pages, this sucker packed one hell of a punch!

I am so torn. I want badly to give you a glimpse into this novel, to reel you in and make you grab this book and all of Miller’s novels with a one-click fever, you would not be one bit disappointed. I also can’t bare the idea of spoiling anything either. Being short it feels as if everything is integral. I do feel as if I could share a snippet, one of my favorite spots in the book. Perhaps you will be persuaded to go and grab at least this one, if not all his available titles. It is coming up on the season of cozy blankets, hot drinks, spooky reads, and cooler weather. This may be just what is missing from your kindle collection???

It was 3:00 AM when Madison carried her child into their hotel room. She lay Terri on the bed and removed her clothes. Afterward, Madison walked back into the living room. She poured herself a drink, then sat on the couch. I don’t believe in al that mess. Voodoo and spells, she thought. “Nonsense.” She stood up and walked towards the balcony. She stopped at the door. Why did he do it? And why did he did it in front of Terri? Maddison thought about the smell of burnt flesh. Why did she smell like that? Madison shook the thoughts from her mind. “It’s impossible…” The words that Timothy had shouted at her before his body burst into tiny bits of flames all seemed like a dream. I imagined the whole thing. “That Toby character must’ve drugged my food or something, had me seeing things,” she said aloud.

Madison finished off her drink, then she poured herself another. Before she had finished her second drink; Madison was sound asleep. She dreamt of the same elderly man. The man, who seemed to be her father, was yelling at her about getting a job. “Kimberly,” he shouted, “I am not your personal bank. You will get yourself a job and pull your own weight.” Then the dream switched. Madison saw herself standing in a bathroom. She was crying. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, her face was that of Kimberly Cole. Madison popped out of her dream drenched in sweat. The dream had frightened her. Madison looked at her watch. It was 4:30 am. She staggered a little as she made her way towards the balcony. She took a deep breath of the warm, night air. “Freakin’ dream,” she muttered. She sat in on the balcony chairs and stared at the stars, she bit her fingernails ashes thought about the two nightmares she’d had. “What the hell did she do-¬ “Suddenly, Madison stood straight up. “She burned down the house, killing her parents and two little sisters. Timothy was burned trying to save Tiffany and Emma. At the funeral he said that he knew what I-“Madison froze. She stood up and paced the balcony. “How do I know that? What the hell is going on?” Madison’s heart was beating rapidly. She ran her hand up and down her arm. She felt herself getting dizzy. Madison sat back down and took long, deep breaths to calm her nerves. “How the hell did I know that?” she asked herself again. “Kimberly must’ve- no, she didn’t tell me anything about her life.” Madison stood up again. She walked over to the railing. She peeked into her bedroom to make sure Terri was okay.

Madison ambled towards the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat. She buried her face in her hands. Madison sat there for five minutes pondering over her recent revelation. “How did I know that?” She stood up and walked over toward the mirror. Half of her face was that of a friend, Kimberly Cole, the other half was her own. Madison gasped and threw her hands up to her moth. She stumbled backward and bumped into the toilet. In the mirror, her fingers were long and slender; there was god fingernail polish on them. Madison’s left eye was blue, and the other was brown, and her breast looked larger. Her blood ran cold. She covered her face with her hands and shook her head rapidly. “This can’t be possible.” When she looked at the mirror again, she saw her own reflection.

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