Where Snakes Sleep

Every descent into the dark starts with a single, calculated step. You’ve just met Erica Mae—a girl who traded provincial mud for cold concrete, and whatever was left of her innocence for pure survival. This is the first prelude to my upcoming novel, The Peanut. There are no heroes in this story, only people willing to do whatever it takes when the system is rigged against them.

The rain in Glasgow is just starting to fall, and the shadows are only getting deeper. Stick around. We’re just getting to the bottom of the lungag.