Linda May
She looks pale, shy vulnerable, voice quiet. She is so thin that she doesn't fill her size zero clothes.
But she doesn't flinch. She stares right back and her eyes burn with resolve.
There's a spectral presence next to her, an empty blackness wrapped like a mummy, white teeth and jade orbs for eyes, smelling of incense and death.
But she doesn't flinch. She stares right back and her eyes burn with resolve.
There's a spectral presence next to her, an empty blackness wrapped like a mummy, white teeth and jade orbs for eyes, smelling of incense and death.