“But she couldn’t stop. The smell of her burning house still filled her nostrils even as the chilly breeze swept by her enticingly. The screams that rang out were deafening; flames shot up everywhere. The screams were prolonged and were she, a little child of ten, not so scared, they would have been very irritating for they were constant; they were horror filled, they spelt death and terror.” LifeJourneyAdventureTravelSpyLiterary FictionWomen S FictionLife AdventureBildungsromanLromance Book:Life Makes A Novel...A Novel Source: Life Makes A Novel...A Novel