{Cary}

          They had closed his chest with thick staples, each precisely the same distance apart. Cary ran his fingers over the bumps making a ‘Y’ across his chest and down his torso, watching the door of the red room out of the corner of his eye. It had been some...

The Shack, by Wm P Young

I had completed my first draft of HIDING when I came across The Shack. Its gritty storyline, paired with a real and present picture of the Triune God rocked my world. At the time I seriously doubted that I could find either a publisher or a re...