Al Whitaker thought he handled last night’s catastrophes pretty well. He only punched his office wall. It hurt like bloody hell when he broke his hand, but he didn’t need his hand to do this job. He needed Boyd Salazar… Continue Reading
The Spinners resided in a ghost town with no name under big prairie skies. Grasses had reclaimed a strip of dirt that used to be a street, and weeds pushed through the porches of an old jail and an abandoned… Continue Reading
“You are weakening, my king,” Gero’s plain, strong face said while servants fitted an old campaign uniform on to Oskar’s frail back. “And weakness will spread through the kingdom, as it has always done in the past. When the fire… Continue Reading
Charles refused to go. Calliope insisted. Since waking this morning, he understood it had something to do with the witch thing. He sensed Calliope bolting upright in their bed, heard her astonished whisper. “Of course, the Winter Solstice! Return of… Continue Reading
The sudden hammering on the door jolts him awake. He doesn’t know for sure if it’s dawn or dusk. His upended sofa, his queen-sized mattress and box spring, his mother’s hutch block the loft’s only row of windows. “Dan! It’s… Continue Reading
Swords clashed, shields broke, bodies fell… and over it all an unholy screech pummeled warriors like a battering ram. Ulf stumbled as yet another undead thing rose from the mud and clutched his ankle. Ulf’s axe swept downward, lopped through… Continue Reading
Standing in line with the other children, Dee clutched her stuffed bear and hid her face in its warm fur. Her other hand squeezed her mother’s fingers. The Moderator blew smoke from its pit in the ground. Its blue metallic… Continue Reading