Jenny Glover

“With trembling legs, Beth forced herself to stand. The smoke rose, spreading in a slow, measured ebb and flow. It looked like it was breathing. She was beyond fear now, trapped in that primeval place of fight or flight. She”
― Beverley Lee, The Making of Gabriel Davenport

“Now the woman, she was another story. Her instinct was strong. She had sensed the darkness. But she was curious. Afraid. Soon she would return, because she had to. All she had to do was lift the lid. It would dispose of her in a little while. Once night had fallen. All it wanted was the child.”
― Beverley Lee, The Making of Gabriel Davenport