Something dark and strange has come to Greenwald.
On the biggest night of his young life, Gabriel Brennan is all set to propose to his girlfriend, Adelaide "Alice" Stewart. As they dine, though, something is off, something he can't quite put his finger on. Then, as his girlfriend visits the restroom, another Adelaide, the real one, shows up, without any knowledge of having just been seated across from him. Gabriel grows cold. Who is that, then, in the restroom?
Elsewhere, a bright student and promising writer named Alice Gordon begins sensing a sinister presence in her life. As her friend Leighton and her twin brother Adrian struggle to help her, a series of murders breaks out, all involving those in Alice's --- and Gabriel's --- social orbit. The trail of darkness seems to be spiraling around to Alice, focusing on her as the final centerpiece. What's even weirder, there's talk the murderer looks exactly like her.
[[Word count: 60,000 - 70,000]]
Original Cover Design by KCW (@thereelslothor)
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After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust.
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Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors.
Book One of the Snow Series
Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi
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