People lie to themselves all the time; they tell themselves they'll be okay or that their life isn't falling apart or that they'll make it out of this alive. They lie while the truth, a nasty, hungry, drooling maw, smiles in their face.
Every night is the same for Claire, An unknown voice is haunting her. What happens when things go too far? Will Claire be able to get away from it?
When the perpetrator of a drink-driving meets with her victim, she is faced with more revelations than she bargained. . .
“They are here!” He screeched. “The Reapers of Mankind! The Decayers of Hope! The Huntsmen of the Apocalypse!” He burst into a strange tongue, limbs twitching in the frenzied vigor of a possessed man, his wails unearthly... and it’s in that horrible, cracked, wilted shell that I find an unaccountable terror. Realizing that the little, trembling shift of sand and dirt and skin is moving, I let out a bloodthirsty howl that the heavens above must have heard. The Giants. They still walk among us.
Fear is an immobilizing feeling, something that can tear your life apart. It has a mind of its own, it knows what it wants. It's always watching, waiting for your barriers to fall so that it can take you.
