Coming Soon Excerpts From:

                            Fanaman Curse

                                         (Black Opal Books)

 

 

 

 The death of my little brother when we were children still haunts me. I cannot see who is coming towards me. Hands white as snow dripping icicles punctures the ground. They fall leaving blankets of bloody footprints going nowhere leading everywhere. The sounds of screaming geese off in the distance awaken me to a cold sweat, never remembering what truly happened. I fall back to sleep after many hours to be awaken once again as if drowning in the sea below. Something keeps holding me down, I cannot climb up Heavens Stairway. I scream to the woman in white who is running down the rocks. She does not see me. She plunges headfirst into the black abyss. Never screaming—just quiet. Mother says my brother death was an accident, but no one will tell me…