Here are a few chapters from the book about Angel and Pete. Enjoy them and let me know what you think.
Angels POV
One of the first thing I remember was lying scared and hungry in my bed in the freezing dark. The shed, which was our home, was a leaky wooden box. My bed an old cargo box with some straw and a few worn blankets. A little light came into the room from the fireplace in the middle of the shed, it crept in under the door, but it was no consolation, for with the light came the shadows. The shadows of my parents moving around in the great room. The shadows, however, told nothing of what they were doing, but so did the sounds and voices. I could hear my father's deep sloppy voice hurling the worst insults at my mother, I could hear her voice cracking over in tears as she begged
