#Redhand eve series

It’s difficult to even write a plot summary on Mrs. Add in one of Brendan’s high school enemies, a convenient yet perhaps not totally above-board plumber, an embarrassing art project, and some weirdly off-kilter ruminations on autism and familial favoritism, and you have a book desperately trying to be shocking that instead falls into a formula with a lazy “I don’t know, what do you think” ending.

#Redhand eve series

Meanwhile, at Eve’s day job at the Senior Center, a not-safe-for-work relationship between herself and her employee develops, Margo is invited to star a new speaker series at the nursing home which fails miserably, and the implications of Eve’s old world and new world face off. While Brendan discovers that college isn’t all about the party, Eve goes off the opposite deep end. Eve begins her second college experience, awakening to her sexuality and the possibilities just as Brendan begins his descent – a disastrously and publicly failed relationship and disintegrating grades. From here, with Margo in one ear and the mysterious MILF text tantalizing her fantasies, Eve develops an obsession with MILF porn, especially scenarios between an older woman and a younger woman. Margo is everything except conventional and through her class, Eve begins to develop a bigger perspective on the world while taking mental notes on the narrow-minded men forced to take the class (no other electives were available). That’s when she gets the mystery text – U R my MILF! and everything, including her perception of who she can be and the rules she has to follow, begins to dramatically change.Īs Eve navigates the choppy waters of narrow social mores (and morals), she starts taking a college course on Gender and Society, taught by a former pro-baseball player, now transgender teacher, Margo Fairchild. But she doesn’t and after a dissatisfying farewell to a son already forgetting her and choosing his new, equally douchey college bro friends, Eve returns home to an empty house to browse her phone in an empty bed – failed marriage behind her, failed child rearing in stark evidence. Clearly, as a responsible, modern mom Eve should nip the problem in the bud. What has she raised!? How will Brendan fare in life if he says. On the day of, Eve nearly walks in on her moody, distant Brendan and his girlfriend in flagrante delicto and she overhears just enough of his casual, course misogyny to shake her parental confidence. She is preparing her son, the stereotypical entitled white-boy kegger-freak Brendan, for his first year at college.

For the most part, it seemed to operate with the Crusade's best interests at heart however, there were times it seems to have come into conflict with mainstream Crusade leadership, and its forays south of the Thandol Span likely contributed to the breakdown of relations between the Kingdom of Stormwind and the Crusade.Eve Fletcher is a divorcee and an about-to-be empty nester.

It specialized in subversion and had a smattering of converts throughout the Crusade, all sharing a similar goal of creating a unified holy kingdom across the Eastern Kingdoms.

The Red Hand continued to operate as a semi-independent group within the Scarlet Crusade for some time after its indoctrination. A member of the Red Hand self-identified by a bloody handprint over their heart, placed upon their clothing after proof of their purity is ascertained. Believing in the visions of evangelists such as Katherine Pike, the Red Hand perpetrated small-scale attacks against the Scourge and human survivors alike in order to test their victims' 'purity.' The Red Hand's numbers quickly dwindled due to their small numbers and internal purging, and the few survivors followed their leader into the Hand of the Unblinded, an elite sect of the Scarlet Crusade. Short-lived and never numbering in more than the double digits, the Red Hand of Tyr was a loose-knit band of fanatics following a proto-Scarlet ideology in the years 25 and 26 LC. –Horace Bassett, Former Member of the Red Hand But after all of it, all these years, I dare say this, and no more: I have never been so terrified of anything as I was the blacksmith’s wife. I have heard the wails of dying children as they are brutally torn apart, and I have seen the horrible light in their eyes that sparks once they fall. I have witnessed stitched horrors dragging themselves across the hills I once called home. My own family has been turned against me.