Reptilian Stare by Marie Bradley (2013, Trade Paperback)
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Reptilian Stare, Paperback by Bradley, Marie, ISBN 1491201940, ISBN-13 9781491201947, Brand New, Free shipping in the US When Roy got mad he would get in my face just close enough to where his nose was barely touching my face and scream. Looking into his eyes I could see nothing, just a scary blankness. But sometimes I would get a glimpse of insanity. I could feel the vibrations of his voice hitting my face like a fist. When he would scream, hairs on my arms would stand up. But when I talked to him about leaving he would cry like a little child, begging, pleading, promising to stop, and I believed him. I believed he could be fixed and I wanted to be the one to fix him. I had myself convinced that I was the only one who could save him...but who would save me?
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Product Identifiers
PublisherCreateSpace
ISBN-101491201940
ISBN-139781491201947
eBay Product ID (ePID)173837848
Product Key Features
Book TitleReptilian Stare
Number of Pages136 Pages
LanguageEnglish
Publication Year2013
TopicWomen Authors
GenreDrama
AuthorMarie Bradley
FormatTrade Paperback
Dimensions
Item Height0.3 in
Item Weight7.2 Oz
Item Length8 in
Item Width5 in
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Intended AudienceTrade
SynopsisWhen Roy got mad he would get in my face just close enough to where his nose was barely touching my face and scream. Looking into his eyes I could see nothing, just a scary blankness. But sometimes I would get a glimpse of insanity. I could feel the vibrations of his voice hitting my face like a fist. When he would scream, hairs on my arms would stand up. But when I talked to him about leaving he would cry like a little child, begging, pleading, promising to stop, and I believed him. I believed he could be fixed and I wanted to be the one to fix him. I had myself convinced that I was the only one who could save him...but who would save me?