I am not very 'picky' in the authenticity of historical element (like language, for example) so I have no issues with what other reviewers who see this negatively. And I can enjoy a paranormal or fantasy element as long as it's not HIGH fantasy. So I can enjoy this story for combining both.BUT it...
I don’t remember making it to my nest. I don’t remember going to sleep. The last thing I remember is pressing my hand against a tree trunk near Battersea Park while steadying myself enough to carry on. So when I wake curled in the sunken bath in Milo’s funky-smelling little den, I’m not expecting...
There, look, that’s a foot! It’s like there’s an alien moving around inside her!” Soren holds his phone out, resting it on the table in the pub so that I can watch a video of Lucy’s pregnant belly undulating as the baby moves inside her. “Don’t say that t...
Chapter Four In which I avoid the truth…. I WOKE up early on Sunday morning with a plan. The sun was shining weakly through the thick white clouds that covered the sky. It wasn’t a brilliant, bright summer’s day, but it did...
I doze off, but every so often I wake and turn my head and notice he’s not there. The emptiness beside the bed is like the emptiness inside me and I close my eyes, chanting excuses for him, reasons why he isn’t here, make believe, fairy tales, stupid lies. The unbelievable anxiety tha...
Jay can’t have gone far, but I have no clue which direction he took off in. Calling out, with my hands anxiously locked together on my head, I look over at the Tavern, then the towpath, then the road. The rain has all but petered out into a thin gray mist, the whole world insubstantial and ...
Romeo walked across the fields to the train station with him, the hazy morning sunlight making the world dreamlike and unreal. If you need me, promise me you’ll text me, and I’ll come. I want to. I want to be there for you, Romeo signed after they had hugged, holding each other long e...