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The dark isn’t the end of the story.

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For the one who’s been told to be smaller, quieter, less. For the one who’s almost out of hope. For the one who suspects life is drab and is brave enough to want more.

You’re in the right place. The stories here are honest about the dark, suffering, despair, the days you’d rather not get out of bed, and stubborn about hope anyway. Stay a while. Read something. Keep going.

you are more brave than you know.

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from madison

I write the books I needed to read.

I spent years in nerve pain bad enough to make me wonder if quitting was the only door left. It wasn’t. The books I write now are for anyone standing in front of that same door, wondering. They’re thrillers, not sermons. But hope is in every chapter.