Marlin James lived alone in a modest home, which was really no more than a small, rough grey stone cottage. It sat perched on top of a heavy mound of browned gorse and rock at the summit of Y Drws, a dreary hillock situated between two townships, at the edge of a frozen mountain range. 1,204 more words
The world ends not with a bang, but with a whimper, at least for Talia Gould.
She was an engineer with Crest Weapons. She worked R and D in a lab at a secure location two levels below ground buried under a military grade concrete sub-floor and surrounded by steel reinforced walls. 481 more words
If there’s one thing that’s ticked me off over the years, its watching novels continually fail to portray mental illness accurately, realistically, and for the sake of character not plot. 1,314 more words