Smásögur
The perfect house in the city of dreams. A lovely old bungalow on a quiet oak-lined street.
When you live a double life, you never take anything for granted. Kelly Webb finally feels safe.
Until nighttime, when all but Kelly’s name changes.
An enchanting tale of the crossroads between science and magic.
An excerpt from Terminalia:
“I need… I don’t understand what’s happening here,” Kelly said, getting to his feet. Debbie didn’t move.
“What you’re feeling is perfectly normal. I won’t tell you not to be frightened. I certainly was in the beginning. Before you go, let me ask you one last question.” Kelly stopped at the door, but he didn’t turn. “Is there something you’ve tried to keep hidden? Something you’ve been afraid of another person knowing about since the day you figured it out for yourself?”
Kelly gripped the doorknob, gritting his teeth, cold sweat covering his body.
This could be a chance.
This could be a trap.
He didn’t know enough to figure that out, but he needed to get out of here.
“Yes,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes closed.
© 2019 Spiral Publishing, Ltd. (Rafbók): 6610000170425
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 23 februari 2019
Merki
Smásögur
The perfect house in the city of dreams. A lovely old bungalow on a quiet oak-lined street.
When you live a double life, you never take anything for granted. Kelly Webb finally feels safe.
Until nighttime, when all but Kelly’s name changes.
An enchanting tale of the crossroads between science and magic.
An excerpt from Terminalia:
“I need… I don’t understand what’s happening here,” Kelly said, getting to his feet. Debbie didn’t move.
“What you’re feeling is perfectly normal. I won’t tell you not to be frightened. I certainly was in the beginning. Before you go, let me ask you one last question.” Kelly stopped at the door, but he didn’t turn. “Is there something you’ve tried to keep hidden? Something you’ve been afraid of another person knowing about since the day you figured it out for yourself?”
Kelly gripped the doorknob, gritting his teeth, cold sweat covering his body.
This could be a chance.
This could be a trap.
He didn’t know enough to figure that out, but he needed to get out of here.
“Yes,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes closed.
© 2019 Spiral Publishing, Ltd. (Rafbók): 6610000170425
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 23 februari 2019
Merki
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