Book Synopsis
The Devil whispered, "I have some gifts for you, Dear."
Her lower lip trembled and twitched, stained with blood and wine.
The Devil whispered, "Do not fear, My Dear, you will be fine."
She sighed, relented, unwrapping the gifts presented.
There in the box, withered and black, was The Devil's Heart.
The Devil whispered, "Please, My Dear, do not give it back or rip it apart."
She laughed and smiled,just a bit hesitant. "Never, Never! Will I ever return such a beautiful present!"
About The Author
W. Edith Gilead is a big fish in a little pond. Created 12 cm below the Mariana's Trench, Gilead grew up grew into the darkness. Discovering a word here, a phrase there; finally putting them together for the surface to read at it's Sun shining leisure.
Here are just a few of those tales and poems.
Enjoy your Devil's Presents.