Knife Edge

                                                                        KNIFE EDGE

                                                               a sensual psycho thriller

                                                                                  by

                                                                        David Callinan

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Knife Edge

Bodyswitch

An Angel On my Shoulder

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The Kingdoms Of Time And Space

(trilogy)

CHILDREN’S BOOKS (7-10)

 The Weather Kids

SELF-HELP, HEALTH & HAPPINESS

The 10 Minute Miracle

CHAPTER ONE

She just had to look.

She had no choice. The compulsion to examine and criticise her appearance had long been a form of addiction, a ceremonial ritual she went through every morning. So were the familiar feelings of loathing and depression that welled up inside her as she stared back at the image in the mirror. Starting as a cold lump in her stomach they gradually insinuated themselves into her mind until they were displayed almost as graphically and painfully as the face in the reflection.

Ella Fallon was no beauty that was for sure. If brains, intellect and intelligence could be captured in a face then she could have been a glamorous centrefold, a rarer beauty even.  There was no doubt about that. As it was, she was convinced that she was ugly. She hated the word yet she forced herself to confront it every morning. She needed to generate the necessary emotional charge before making the big wish. The fact was, most people would have simply called her plain and that was because her slightly oversized, bulbous nose, distorted top lip and mousy, straggly hair gave her the appearance of a rejected rag doll.