histórias de Christmasghoststory

Harriet. A struggling writer. Christmas Eve. An invitation on her welcome mat. From dead writers of the ages. Well, that's not sinister at all. Right? All rights reserved.

Marley wasn't dead to begin with. We know this, because there is rouge in his cheeks. Pink on the tip of his nose. Life glistening in his bright cerulean eyes. His parted plump pink lips show a smile. His chest rising and falling indicates breath. He has only one indicator of death, a periodic ring in his ears that sounds much like a hammer tapping metal on an anvil.

What would you do if you had to choose between your conscience and your instincts? Stay and kill, or run and kill. Charlie is faced with that choice. The handlers have made him into a monster, and now he doesn't know if he can ever come back from that. Want to get a better feel for "To Serve and To Protect" before you read it? Watch the book trailer for it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--_3n9axitI&t=1s