“You need to get these seen to.” Justin murmured as he stared down at the wounds that crisscrossed Melissa’s hands. Blood flowed steadily from each of the cuts and dripped onto the rough stone floor. “or you’ll bleed to death.” He reached out and bound her hands with well practised movements, trying not to look at her face and the betrayed hatred he fancied was there.
I think books can take you anywhere. They can make you laugh and cry.. they can show you other worlds and places. You can see so much more through a good book.