‘DEAD GIRLS CAN’T LIE‘ By Carys Jones Kelly didn’t kill herself. The message arrived shortly after midnight when North was caught somewhere between sleep and surrender. Blurry-eyed she stared at her phone, at the cryptic message from an unknown sender. ‘I know,’ she whispered to the device as she lay on her sofa, bathed in […]
Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.