Torn
Swirling black descends like ravens, large enough to block the glow of the streetlights. A dull roar starts like a train on the 'L', a far-away rumbling that grows louder as it pulls closer, until it's directly overhead and you feel it in your chest, except this doesn't pass you by. Verity, white-faced and eyes blazing, shouts through the din, "Run, Mo!"
Users Who added
to favorites
if you like Torn try:
Other books by this author
Users Who added
to favorites
Do you want to exchange books? It’s EASY!
Get registered and find other users who want to give their favourite books to good hands!
