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List of Fears

Trevor Shane is the author of the Children of Paranoia series which has been published in six languages and which has been in development Hell in Hollywood since its publication. He is also the author of the aware-nominated novel The Memory Detective and its sequel, The Murderer’s Memories, both published under the name T.S. Nichols. He tries to write exciting books that will make both his readers’ hearts and minds race. Before venturing into this writing career, Trevor went to law school at Georgetown University after getting his undergraduate degree in Religions Studies at Columbia University. Trevor lives in Brooklyn, New York with his wife and two very energetic children. What would you do if God asked you to help destroy the world and everyone in it? Would you help or would you take a stand? After the death of a child and the collapse of a marriage, Jim is surviving as a private detective in Los Angeles when he gets a peculiar phone call that upends his life. A rich movie producer wants to hire him to find a gorilla that has been kidnapped from the San Diego Zoo. Jim follows the trail of clues, including the business card of a mysterious gypsy fortune teller, deep into the dark abandoned subway tunnels beneath New York City. At least Jim thought they were abandoned and not the home of a strange collection of outcasts prepping for the end of the world. Meanwhile, a young boy secretly keeps a list of his fears in his closet, adding fears and crossing them off as he grows older. Alone near the top of the list stands a single word that has never been crossed off: “God”. List of Fears, a novel by Trevor Shane, is a darkly relevant, heart pounding adventure that will keep you up at night and make you ask yourself questions that you may not be ready to answer.

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Chapter 47: Walking into the Darkness

Darryl turned his head from side to side, trying to see if he could make anything out in the darkness. He couldn't. The tunnels were completely devoid of any light. He tried to slow his breathing down so that he could listen to see if he could at least hear some noises around him. It was quiet in the tunnel. The shouting was gone. The sound of the footsteps chasing after him was gone. All Darryl could hear was the sound of dripping water and the squeaking of rats. He held his breath to see if he could hear anything else. There were other sounds far off in the distance. They were strange sounds, unlike anything Darryl had ever heard before. He assumed that it was merely the wind whistling through the tunnels but he couldn't be sure. He reached out and touched the wall next to him. He wanted to be sure that it was still there, that he was still somewhere. He felt the cold, wet concrete under his palm.