Nineveh Fades Extract – Part One
The below is an edited extract from my novel, Nineveh Fades, or, The Bomb Shelter. Growing up in New York, it was easy to imagine that one day a large tide would sweep away...
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The below is an edited extract from my novel, Nineveh Fades, or, The Bomb Shelter. Growing up in New York, it was easy to imagine that one day a large tide would sweep away...
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