Produktdetails
  • Verlag: Amazon Digital Services LLC - Kdp
  • Seitenzahl: 110
  • Erscheinungstermin: 15. September 2020
  • Englisch
  • Abmessung: 221mm x 147mm x 10mm
  • Gewicht: 181g
  • ISBN-13: 9781098321079
  • ISBN-10: 1098321073
  • Artikelnr.: 59962082

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  • Herstellerkennzeichnung
  • Libri GmbH
  • Europaallee 1
  • 36244 Bad Hersfeld
  • 06621 890
Autorenporträt
Antigone is a writer from the American Wilderness, where she has outwitted the wolves from birth. She is a survivor, sufferer, healer, and storyteller. Since Antigone was young, stories filled her head, stories of the pain of life spilling forth onto paper, ripped up and tossed away to make room for more. She wrote to breathe, to snatch the darkness brewing inside and birth it, see how ugly it was and throw it in the garbage with all the others. Antigone was born surrounded by bright light, but the light grew dim in the brush where she struggled to grow. But Antigone, producing more and more stories in her head, grew up stronger than the wolves and healed much of her pain by trudging through the dark matter her upbringing gifted her. She had managed to keep it together and shine her light. Then one day, years later, she realized that the dark matter was still in there. And the storytelling of her youth, her safe haven, her solace in troubling and terrifying times, was coming back to save her. Antigone reveled in her freedom while writing this, her first published work, The Ink. A work of exploring mommy and daddy issues, trauma and coping issues, and issues with the Great One. What is to blame for our troubles? Sickness or evil, nature or nurture, lightness or the omnipresent dark? Antigone hopes you enjoy the trip into the Ink, follow the umbilical cord and watch out for slop-mommas tripping past you and Farmer, drool dripping from his jowls, lumbering through the Ink to give you the pole. Stay on the path and away from the fringe. Sickness is crowding the periphery, and it fills with black. Follow the dim light of hope. Birth is waiting.