If only rotted flesh had more appeal, then Peter wouldn’t have a problem. If Halloween were about swans gliding across glass-smooth waters, or roses in full, fat bloom, then he would have no trouble choosing an image to carve. As… Continue Reading
The Enemy have teeth like wolves. They have eyes the color of dying coals, and skin that can be any color it wants — flawless, chameleon camouflage. And so, as Morgan makes his way down the steep hillside, he knows… Continue Reading
Dimitri tolerated the crown. It was too sparkly, and the duct tape itched his stone scalp, but he put up with it because the new homeowners were young. “Just Married.” Right now, everything was the first: first house, first lawn,… Continue Reading
There are no grizzly bears in Michigan. I used to tell myself this when I was out alone, bringing the horses in from the pasture. Sometimes, it helped. When the moon was bright, and the animals quiet, it helped. But… Continue Reading