It haunts her.
It hunts her.
It’s knocking on her door.
Phoebe grapples with dark dreams and darker memories. Both add to the stress of her deep rooted mental illness. Fear blends into reality and drives Phoebe close to her breaking point.
The sun is lava. The sea of mercury roars below. It is strong, but never strong enough.
The sun mocks. The sea cries. Four iron bars lock in this day.
Reality blends into memory… Memories that she can no longer ignore. Her mother, her family, the police — no one seems to understand. She burns in a surreal hell of her past, pleading for mercy in her dreams.
It’s the slow grind of teeth at midnight.
The bleak whisper of despair at sunrise.
Which parts are real, and which parts are nightmares? Phoebe stumbles through her waking hell, desperate to find a way out, a perfect path for her daughter and her family and her sanity.
I hear Dad’s voice in the woods.
“Time for a limo ride!”
Another shotgun blast.
To get through the monsters and madness, Phoebe must decide which is strongest — her pills, her pistol or her daughter’s love.
There is no going back.
There is no redemption.
There is only one escape.
Through The Undistilled Sky.
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Authors rave about the way that whimsical meets dark desperation in this harrowing tale about a single mother battling the forces of deep-rooted illness:
“The Undistilled Sky is an intense, unsettling ride into the horror slipstream by an author skilled in showing the surreal subtext of everyday life. Mav weaves horror into the dialogue between what seems to be going on and what is really going on in a story that subverts certainties until the end.”
Richard Godwin, Author of One Lost Summer
“Mav Skye’s prose is filled to the brim with sinister and psychedelic imagery.”
Jason Michel, Editor of Pulp Metal Magazine
“A million bloodied stars to this short fantastical journey into mental illness.”
Samantha Davis, Author of Sedona’s Secret
