Nineveh Fades Extract – Part Two
The below is an edited extract from my novel, Nineveh Fades, or, The Bomb Shelter. Over the days, she built up courage to walk towards the edge of her tower, taking one slow step...
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The below is an edited extract from my novel, Nineveh Fades, or, The Bomb Shelter. Over the days, she built up courage to walk towards the edge of her tower, taking one slow step...
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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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