Book Synopsis
Do you remember the times when you were sitting by the campfire peering into the pitch black night knowing not what or who is lurking behind the bushes, in the trees, or slithering on the ground? At that very moment dad decides it is time for a skin crawling, heart pounding, stomach churning bedtime story.
What manner of person, what kind of depraved mind would entertain the thought of spinning a sleep depriving tale? As if a moth drawn by light, you cannot listen but you cannot keep from listening. Fantasy becomes reality; fiction becomes truth; and calm becomes terror.
Your mind hangs on every word; the landscape unfolds before your eyes; characters and villains, friend and foe come to life. The hair begins to rise on the back of your neck; your palms become sweaty; your heart begins to race.