The Turtle Boy: Peregrine's Tale - Plot & Excerpts
Her mouth was open. She sucked in great big breaths that scratched at her throat and made her snoring sound like the last choking gasps of a dying woman. Her hands were across her chest, fingers twitching as her dreams took sharp turns. A graying spray of auburn hair all but occluded the pillow. Peregrine stood by the bed, watching her. I can't do this. She's my mother. I love her. This was not the woman who had tried to kill him, not the woman who had blamed him for her misery. This was his mother as he knew her, albeit without the noxious stench of whiskey that shared her room. This was how he'd found her whenever the nightmares had propelled him from his bedroom and into hers, with a plea on his lips for protection from the demons still stalking him. And yet this was the worst nightmare he'd ever had and it seemed there would be no waking from it. And here she was in her bed, but it wasn't the same, no matter how much he wanted it to be. The reality of what he was doing here came crashing down and a loud sob escaped him.
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