title: Momma's Scarlet Soul
author:  Penelope Write 
description: Penelope Write is a native of Chicago and single mother of four children. She began her journey as a college student in 1996 and later her career with the Illinois Department of Corrections (IDOC) as an Office Associate. In 2001, Penelope s loyalty as an Office Associate landed her into a successful and fulfilling career as an Executive Staff member within IDOC. Remaining committed and focused, she managed to achieve her goal of receiving an Associates of Applied Science Degree majoring in Computer Science. This accomplishment motivated her to pursue an undergraduate degree as a student attending Roosevelt University. In September 2006, Penelope received her Bachelor of Professional Studies Degree with a concentration in Paralegal Studies. Moreover, her passion to pursue the childhood dream of becoming a successful Author & Role Model for teenage mothers conquering a life of strife and poverty engulfed her. So, she embraced this mission and resigned from her position. It was then she stepped out on faith to pursue her dream of becoming a Best-Selling Author.
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  BRYAN  
  SMITH  
    
    
  
  
  SOULTAKER  
    
    
    
    
    
  
  
  LEISURE BOOKS
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  This one’s for my mom, Cherie M. Smith.  
  For everything you and Dad did for me through the years.  
  It has not been forgotten.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [Her True Face](index_split_003.html#filepos2816)
  
  
  Myra sprang out of the chair and clamped a hand around Penelope’s throat.
  Penelope struggled for air. The strength of the girl was astonishing. She
  tried to pry Myra’s hand loose, but to no avail. Myra only squeezed harder.
  
  
  “Are you going to obey me now? Are you going to shut up?”
  
  
  Penelope was beginning to feel light-headed, but she managed a nod. Myra
  loosened her grip, allowing her to suck in a lungful of air. Penelope felt
  better, but the girl was still holding her by the throat.
  
  
  “I have something to show you,” Myra said. “Something simply amazing, Ms.
  Simmons.”
  
  
  Myra’s flesh began to ripple and stretch, its smoothness shifting to a rough,
  scaly texture. Then she grinned. Only it was a hideous, hellish parody