After nearly three months, my newest novel, Thing Bailiwick; A Collection of Horror, has finally received its first review. I never know how readers will receive my writing. It’s unorthodox. It’s unconventional. It’s unchristian. It’s uneverything. They might consider it the scribblings of a moron or the scribings of a genius. One never knows. So when a book critic writes that it’s “one of the most powerful collections I've read thus far” it gives me hope. That my work is validated in this fashion is encouraging indeed. I guess I’ll keep plugging along. Thank you, Damnetha Jules from Horror Palace. Thank you.
Chris has been fostered at the Crowley boot camp since he turned seven. At sixteen, he is finally ready to run away because his foster father is an abusive person who works Chris and the other children to the point of exhaustion. All he has left of h
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