De Schim - en de zwarte wolf
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Last published Wed, May 1, 2019
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Dat is wat ik wilde zeggen, eigenlijk zelfs schreeuwen. Maar er kwam geen geluidje uit mijn keel, enkel en alleen lucht dat hees uit mijn luchtpijp werd gedrukt.
Help mij.
Ik wilde het roepen, ik wilde wegrennen. Maar geen spier kon zich bewegen hoe hard ik het ook wenste.
Het enige wat ik kon was zien en denken, sliep ik wel? want het voelde alsof ik wakker was in mijn nachtmerrie.
De zwarte schim, daar stond hij weer. Kijkend naar mij
Dit is een boek over slaap paralyse (ook wel slaapverlamming), nachtmerries en de angst van duisternis, eenzaamheid en verlies. Het is een ontroerende en spannende roman over het meisje Lillian die door haar verbeelding en nachtmerries een bijzonder verhaal meemaakt.
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