Bedlam Boyz

By Guon, Ellen

Book Id: WPLBN0000635280
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Reproduction Date: 2004

Title:	Bedlam Boyz
Author:	Guon, Ellen
Volume:
Language:	English
Subject:	Science fiction, Fantasy & science fiction, Pulp literature
Collections:	Science Fiction Collection, Baen Library Collection
Historic Publication Date:	1993
Publisher:	Baen Publishing Enterprises


Citation APA MLA Chicago Guon, B. E. (1993). Bedlam Boyz. Retrieved from https://www.central.gutenberg.org/

Description
Description: Kayla was born with magical abilities that make it capable for her to heal the wounded and more. Unfotunately for Kayla, she finds herself in a predicament where her a good friend of hers needs Kayla to heal her and sadly a dangerous gang takes notice to Kayla and seek out to use her powers for evil.

Summary
Summary: When one of her friends is gunned down, Kayla uses her latent healing powers to heal her friend—and the gang member who shot him—and soon the city's gangs are eager to use her powers for evil.

Excerpt
Excerpt: Chapter one sunset boulevard was a blur of lights and noise, too many radios and car stereos, too many people talking and shouting and laughing. Kayla jammed her hands in the pockets of her denim jacket and wished all of it would just go away. Excerpt: Maybe Billy telling Nick to go sit and spin wasn't the best idea, she thought. Billy and Nick had screamed at each other for fifteen minutes. Nick had stormed away, and they were walking down the street two hours later when he and some friends had pulled up in Nick's blue Chevy, waving a pistol at them. It'd been a fast run through the back streets of Hollywood, with Nick screaming curses in two languages at them, until they'd managed to lose him by climbing over several fences and hiding in a gardening shed in someone's backyard. But, even after a night like that, she knew that getting out of that latest foster home had been a good idea. The lady who ran the place was nice enough, but her husband was slime, and he'd already started hitting on Liane, not even two days after she arrived there. True, every straight guy with hormones tried to hit on Liane, she was just too pretty for her own good, but this place was a foster home. It was supposed to be safe. Especially for someone like Liane, who was just a little too quiet, too easily spooked by people yelling, and scared of crowds and people standing too close to her.