T L Mcdonald: 3 books

My chest fills and deflates rapidly—too rapidly—and a hazy darkness begins to creep around my vision. My hands begin to lift, but I don’t want to look, I really, really don’t want to look, because if I do, then there is no more denying, there is no more pretending what happened didn’t happen. Hanna...

'There is something terribly wrong with his eyes. My mind struggles to rationalize what I'm seeing and I tell myself that it's just a trick of the light, or that maybe I'm hallucinating due to the crushing amount of fear I'm feeling, because when I look at them, all I see is darkness. Deep dark voids...

'The ground at my feet crumbles, each piece falling away into nothing. I struggle searching for any kind of traction. There's none. His hand tightens around my throat. Without warning he lets go and I fall into darkness with the sound of his laughter echoing all around me.' Hanna Harper would...