H.M.C’s Psychological Thriller Book, WHITE WALLS is here Hayley M Clearihan
“H.M.C is a wonderful new Australian talent that we will be seeing a lot more of in the future.” Author, Stephen Ormsby
“A brilliant insightful thriller.” Author, Kathryn White
“White Walls reads like a literary classic.” Author, Earl Chesser
“I was hooked from the first chapter.” Author, Anthony Hulse
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Excerpt from WHITE WALLS
Sunlight peeked through the gaps in the canopy. The Australian bushland spread over either side of the road, and above them, like a welcoming arch. The quiet shade and cool air made Jade feel secure. Lawyer vines and creepers twirled around the old Gums and Paperbarks. The ground was covered in native grasses and layer upon layer of leaf litter.
It was breathtaking and it reminded Jade of her childhood. She remembered the smell of rain as she ventured through the undergrowth with nowhere in particular to be. There was no set time to be home, as long as it was before the sun went down. She would watch, delighted, as Angus would throw rocks into the creek, catch tadpoles and jump from rock to rock. A much simpler time – just like her mother and grandmother would profess about their very own childhoods. Were we all doomed to become more and more complex?
This was why she returned to Fairholmes. To try to regain some of that happiness that had been here … just where she had left it. Angus spoke, and he had to repeat himself before getting her attention.
‘I think they’ve given up,’ he said.