Novels by Janie Cassell

Cadie stirs in her bed, it takes her a moment before she can open her eyes, and another moment to realise where she is. As the realisation hits, she begins to sit up in her own bed, confused that she is still feeling her heart pounding, as if she were still scared. Still in a sleep haze, she walks out of the bedroom to find her mother making waffles for breakfast, Cadie’s f

Heart pounding the girl runs through the woods. How long had she been in that bed? She doesn’t know. She can hear her captors behind her, hunting her like a fox hunts his prey. She prays she finds a road soon. She stumbles on the wet leaves scattering the ground. How long? When she had last seen the sky and ground it was a hot, bone dry summer; now it is cold and wet. How long has she been running for? Five minutes? Or was it closer to 30?