Title: The Sanctity of Sloth
Author: Greta Boris
Genre: Suspense, Mystery
Series: The Seven Deadly Sins
There’s one thing more dangerous than testifying to a crime—staying silent.
Locked in the ruins of a California Mission, Abby Travers watches helplessly as a girl dies outside her window. As she struggles between her moral obligation to come forward as a witness, and her commitment to a Medieval religious practice that requires her to retreat from the world, the situation spins out of control.
Abby’s hesitation starts a series of catastrophes. She finds herself at the center of a deadly cover up where every minute counts and indecision could be fatal. She questions all her beliefs and everyone she knows becomes suspect. To save herself and those she loves, she must break free from her self-imposed prisons of stone and fear.
The Sanctity of Sloth is a taut, psychological thriller that answers the question: What happens when a good woman does nothing? Fans of Paula Hawkins and A.J. Finn will enjoy this third book in Greta Boris’s Seven Deadly Sins Series.
Excerpts 3 & 4
The irony of her position struck her. She had willingly
shut herself into a room with much the same dimensions
as this one. It had only one small window, like this one. It
had no door, however. But even without a door, sheʹd
The anchorites of old willingly consigned themselves to
a cell which would eventually become their grave. They
had a funeral service before they entered. Yet, they were
freer than Abby was now, because it was their choice.
Would this room become her grave?
Autonomy. Sheʹd never realized before how beautiful
that word was. When one was stripped of the ability to
rule themselves, to determine their own fate, didnʹt they
cease to exist in some way?
Sunlight streaked the gray floor with gold. By its
slant, she guessed it was at least 1:30.
She still had one hour of freedom, one hour to be Abby. She wanted to
experience every moment she had left. When the sun
reached her and warmed her skin, that would signal the
end of her time in this new anchorhold. But she couldnʹt
bear to watch the minutes move across the floor. She
closed her eyes.
Abby shook her head. She no longer believed her
premise—that separating oneself from the world was
what led to true objectivity. It wasnʹt until sheʹd left the
anchorhold and engaged in the battle that sheʹd gained
understanding. Although in some ways she was still
recovering from her ordeal, sheʹd never had more clarity
Sheʹd fought for her life, for Carlosʹs life, for her
fatherʹs life, and in the fighting found strength. Sheʹd
looked death in the face and life had fallen into
perspective. She no longer feared becoming like her
mother. She no longer cared what others thought about
her, at least not much. She no longer felt guilt for Scottieʹs
accident. Life and death werenʹt in her hands, and it was
pretty presumptuous for her to have thought they were.
ʺI have a new idea,ʺ she said.
Sylla arched an eyebrow. ʺI hope this one doesnʹt
Abby laughed. ʺNo, officer. Iʹm reformed. Believe
Greta Boris was raised in Greenwich Village, New York by an opera singing, piano playing, voice coach and a magazine publisher. Her original life plan was to be a famous Broadway actor, singer, and dancer, but when she moved to Laguna Beach, California, she changed her plans due to the commute. Today she writes to inspire, entertain, motivate, and so she can afford nice wine.