A chilling novella of the supernatural.In the stifling heat of a 1950s Moroccan Autumn, an English widower hopes to escape a recent tragedy. Unexpectedly finding himself alone, beset by strange dreams and hallucinations, he is forced to question his own sanity. Could the strange carvings in his room hold the explanation for his rising fear?
Flic Everett is a freelance writer based in Manchester, England. Over the past 18 years she has written for most major newspapers and magazines. In the name of work, she’s climbed 30-foot trees, ridden a horse bareback wearing a cocktail dress (her, not it), been white water rafting on the River Jordan and swum with dolphins in Jamaica. She’s also had a drink with George Best, spent New Year’s Eve with Prince Naz, huddled in a hotel room with Howard Marks and served (unofficially) as Anthea Turner’s therapist. Despite that, she spends a lot of time drinking tea and staring out of her office window. She is a columnist, agony aunt, celebrity interviewer, feature writer, broadcaster (she once presented Woman’s Hour- the most grown up she’s ever felt), editor and author. Having just published first novel she’s begun the second. Mostly, she loves what she does.