Adam J Smith

The Risen Adam J Smith

It's not the dead that scare her. Nor is it the living. It's her reflection that she fears. Born of beast, through blood and bile and spewing guts. A beast she must temper, while her humanity scrambles in the earthenware of the world of once-before. She did not know her parents, but they are there every day; in the mirror, in her burning eyes, in her twisted ways. And in those dead still roaming the Welsh hillsides and towns. From the farm to the distant sea, mutates and apex must learn to fear her. While the rest must learn to accept her. Or else...