Helen Varras' Story Book

   He was a dreamer. And preferable about massive changes in his life. Far away countries, buzzing cities with restaurants, clubs, fun! And ...

"I would not go in there on my own, Lass!" His voice frightened me to death, where on earth did he come from! Yes, it was a dim...

He looked in the mirror and admired his muscular posture, turning round and round. People might call him vain but he disagreed; looking well...

It is dark and cold. But I am used to it. It is black but I can not remember the light. There is light but I do not recognize it. I am tr...

   The little twigs crushed by his hasty feet, made a cracking noise that did not disturb the wildlife; the inhabitants of the forest wer...

   They asked him to trust them. And to be very, very quiet, even more quiet than a mouse.    He knew mice always wandered around. In the ...

    He felt sick. He thought he knew what to expect, after all it was not his first case and not the first dead body he saw although he was...