Buried Beneath The Shadows
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Last published Wed, Aug 10, 2016
John Highland swears revenge after witnessing his wife's ruthless murder and his daughter's brutal kidnapping. Soon after, he realises this is the result of one mistake he made years before. Coincidently, he stumbles upon an 'old friend' who claims to know a lot about what is happening.
Facing the demons of his past, he hustles to save child and himself from the mess he's created. Things he thinks he knows crumble into dust as the further he sinks back into old routine, the more he reveals about himself, the people who are after him and the people who are trying to help him..
Can he bring her home? Or is this whole thing bigger than he expected?
WARNING: MAY CONTAIN STRONG LANGUAGE AND VIOLENT SCENES
"I sobbed erratically as I looked over to what I hoped was not the dead body of my wife. My Ana. Bile began rising up my throat, pushing me to my feet and out of the door towards the bathroom. My gut wept in mercy as I heaved green acid from my stomach. It leaked from my nose and stung my eyes. I had no control of myself. I whimpered in between heaves, my dark hair sticking to my forehead soaked with sweat. I was a mess, my eyes red with strain. I sat there for a while, on the toilet floor, clinging tightly onto the bowl of the toilet. My tears ran dry as all the liquid from my body had been drained."
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