Bøker av Mary Maurice

Stellar Martin peels her eyes open as drop after drop of chilling rain pounds her forehead. Above her, sleek, granite towers, as craggy roots holding suspended trees canopy across the gorge. Why is she laying in this sunless ravine? Having no idea who she is, Stellar scrambles through her backpack, and pulling out a book, opens the pages to what looks like dreams. This dream journal is her only salvation, her only saving grace, to the mystery of her existence.

Susan Jordan awakens at her Santa Feapartment, cloudy and disoriented. Herclothing is unfamiliar. Where has shebeen? Her nose crinkles as she smells hisscent. Jack's back! Rubber filled legs braceagainst the stone cold tile floor as shereaches for the pile of mail haplesslysetting on the table. Dozens of letters!Jack Monroe never stops. Susan wishes hewould just leave, take his advice and goback to Detroit. He's gaining too muchcontrol! He's taking over!

Never before has Mongoose Falls, Minnesota seen a spring storm like the squall paralyzing the small Midwest town. Candy Jane Cane comes to, cold and disoriented. Fluffy flakes tickle her red nipped nose as her surroundings bewilder her. Jerky, bolting movements slide her through deepening white. Is she on a sled? Has she been caught by Fruit Loops the Serial Killer? Her heart stops and starts, as muffled moans moisten the duct tape sealing her lips.

Burtrum Lee Conner scrambles to her feet, sweat drizzling from her brow. She needs to escape, her captor is becoming frazzled, disoriented, scary. Is it true what Calvin Kramer said? Has her whole life been a farce? A deviant lie that her mom and dad, even her grandmother, have been telling her for the past forty years? If she's not the woman she believed she was, then who is she?