A R Harris

.H. Disconnected from reality and lost in his own distorted world. How can one man find the answers he needs If the only enemy he has is himself?

She calls herself Ava Littleford, and she sits on the edge of her bed now, lost in fantasy or memory, and either is acceptable.She has been alive and aware for so long she feels that everything is eclectic, and nothing makes sense when viewed singularly.If she has a reason for being here why has it not been made clear to her?Why must she suffer this interminable life alone and in solitude this way?Why has she had to endure the indignity of losing everyone she has ever loved, over and over again?It all seems like too much to bear sometimes, and she feels the tug of it inside her every moment of every endless and pointless day.A journey of self-discovery and connections among myths and legends.Ava searches for something different and lasting.Eternal, not ephemeral love.

Trapped somewhere between the real world and imagination.Adam Thomas and Charlotte Osbourne must fight to survive demons that threaten to erase them from existence at every turn. Battling with them internally as they try desperately to defeat them on all sides.Only a long dead childhood friend can aid them; Mia Bailey, as she returns as something new.A creation that has been waiting patiently within the pages of time for a second chance at life:Midnight Blue

"How many times will I have to save you before our story is done?"Her eyes were full of tears when she first thought of that she admitted later, but I didn't notice at the time. I didn't know then she had been to my graveside after our first meeting and it was only then she decided she couldn't live with the knowledge of my lonely, pointless death and all the deaths that followed.

Inside a city full of nameless, faceless anonymity Two people adrift in their own personal nightmares meet Can they face the secrets that threaten to destroy them both? And can they escape Club 217?

"How do you expect to make progress when you're unable to process these things that have happened to you?" he asks. "There is no progress without facing these things and accepting them."I stare at him offering nothing, my heart rate calm and even. The thought of doing something to him outside of office hours has occurred to me more than once, but he's trying to help me so I can't. If I ever catch him doing anything unethical, or anything I consider to be punishable, he'd better watch his step though. I'd sooner maim him than come to these appointments anymore.Meet X.Some people are too broken to be fixed.

This will probably not be what you were hoping for. Don't expect anything pretty here, nothing wonderful. Tilt this page to your nostrils and inhale. You?ll find no scent of roses, or any trace of perfume. This really isn't something beautiful in any conventional sense. It just is.