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Dear Reader: This book will change your life when you read it, and might even induce you to send money to its creator.
I will die up here in the high mountains, she thought. And be like Solanda, Mother's old friend, who vanished as the deer vanish.
(A demon tricked me by looking like a boy).
"You climb too high," the hunter said, squatting down on his haunches and leaning against a boulder. "Nothing eat up here."
Mira finally got her voice: "Why are you here?"
"I follow you." He smiled.
Mira stared down the great mountain, knowing she was trapped, that she had climbed too high where monsters are. He had stalked her like a deer. And she had been as foolish as a deer.
"To kill me?"
He...
I will die up here in the high mountains, she thought. And be like Solanda, Mother's old friend, who vanished as the deer vanish.
I will die up here in the high mountains, she thought. And be like Solanda, Mother's old friend, who vanished as the deer vanish.
(A demon tricked me by looking like a boy).
"You climb too high," the hunter said, squatting down on his haunches and leaning against a boulder. "Nothing eat up here."
Mira finally got her voice: "Why are you here?"
"I follow you." He smiled.
Mira stared down the great mountain, knowing she was trapped, that she had climbed too high where monsters are. He had stalked her like a deer. And she had been as foolish as a deer.
"To kill me?"
He...
I will die up here in the high mountains, she thought. And be like Solanda, Mother's old friend, who vanished as the deer vanish.
Molly Kendrick, age 81, has found out that she is dying of cancer. She drives to the farm she shared with her late husband and relives her life through diaries and a series of flashbacks. "Sweetie"
Teena Greene, a 16 year old girl living on a farm in Nebraska in 1967 rescues a baby fox and raises it, falling in love along the way with Chad, a neighboring farm boy.
THE RED CHICK
Molly Kendrick, age 81, has found out that she is dying of cancer. She drives to the farm she shared with her late husband and relive...
Her favorite color was black. She dressed in black jeans and black blouses, and wore a strange black veil cape that seemed to swirl a shadow mist behind her as she passed. Her form was never still; even when she rested, the darkness swam around her. She had a dangerous need to fl aunt herself in front of the cameras- to draw attention to herself, though her face was nearly always hidden behind the fluttering black veil.
She wore black fingerless gloves and black eye shadow and a spider ring. Her visible body was covered in tattoos and piercings. The cameras called her Pin Cushion, and...
Her favorite color was black. She dressed in black jeans and black blouses, and wore a strange black veil cape that seemed to swirl a shadow mist b...
