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Author and artist, James Randall Chumbley’s fourth book Unraveled—after a two year delay—has been released by Lighted Tree Press in association with Ingram. This controversial book is a continuation of the author’s highly personal story—diving much deeper and swimming wider in the turbulent muddly waters of childhood abuse, violence, alcoholism, confusion, self-preservation, the confinements of beauty, uncertainty, love and loss, desire and lust, sexual arrangements for money, life and death, and mental illness than his first and third. Unraveled is James-Randall's last book—as his other works, birthed from the pages of the journals he began confiding in while in junior high school—continuing into his adult life. Many readers might see reflections of themselves as they turn the pages.
Unraveled is available at amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and many other online booksellers.




excerpt: seven ‘til midnight In this determining moment, I’m screaming. You just cannot hear me—you never could. Perhaps—it’s for the best… Sandra received the call in the late afternoon of July 4, 2009. She was living in a small apartment in Fort Valley, Georgia—eighteen miles west of Warner Robins. The call interrupted an episode of the television series, Law and Order occupying her attention. Sis loved detective and crime stories; her interest was generated early-on during her long stint in the U.S. Army’s Jag Corps.
Sandra instinctively reached for the phone before questioning if the unfamiliar number highlighted on the screen, was another annoying unsolicited sales call. Instead of letting it go to voicemail, which was her habit for unknown callers, something in her gut told her to hit the receive button. A man clearing his throat, was on the other end.
“Hello.”
A silent pause followed. A throat cleared.
“Are you Randy’s sister, Sandra?”
“Yes.”
“I’m Marty, a friend of your brother’s. I’m sorry, but I have some upsetting news,” he inhaled deeply and purposefully.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her emotions on high alert.
“Are you sitting down?”
“Just tell me, please. Has something happened to him?”
Another pause...


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