“The prison was a shiver running up the spine of the shadowed background. The shiver running up Isabel’s spine was only a piece of the haunted, crawling darkness before her. This prison, this disturbed place of long-lost hope, was the… — E.L. Schoeman Copy Share Image
“The prison was a shiver running up the spine of the shadowed background. The shiver running up Isabel’s spine was only a piece of… — E.L. Schoeman Copy Share Image
