David Metzenthen books

Black Water (2007)

If he was listening to the wind that wailed in the eaves, crashed around the sheds, and shook whatever it could get to grips with, he wasn’t showing it. ‘Biggest blow we’ve had in a long time.’ Farren tried to sound casual. ‘Glad we’re in ’ere, eh? Bet she’ll start bloody pourin’ soon.’ He tried ...