Sarah had escaped the Big Smoke to spend a couple of weeks in Wales, a village by the sea. Somewhere she could be a stranger; somewhere to recenter herself and possibly — possibly! — even get wind of a companion.… Continue Reading
“Lady Marian, Lady Marian… Oh, Milady, please listen to me.” It was Alice, and she was distraught, but I was mindful of father’s warning about encouraging over-familiarity in the servants. “Stop this fuss, Alice,” I said sharply, pushing down the… Continue Reading
I step into the comfort of the ancient woods. I push deeper into their tangled darkness. I need to be lost, to be far away from the world, my home, my family. Somewhere I cannot be found, somewhere I can… Continue Reading
OFFICIAL 9-1-1 TRANSCRIPT: OCTOBER 08, 1984 Dispatcher: 9-1-1. What’s your emergency? Caller: Lord… help… you gotta help. Dispatcher: Sir, please calm down. I need — Caller: She’s… I don’t know what. She was… she was down there. I put her… Continue Reading
A werewolf isn’t always a werewolf. Sometimes it’s the old grocer who places the bread at the bottom of the bag; sometimes it’s the irredeemably handsome bartender with a crooked smile, packs of cigarettes filling his pockets like playing cards.… Continue Reading
The man-beast closes his eyes and inventories his world. There are deer in the forest ahead, and beyond the forest there are sheep on the slope leading up the mountain. Although he cannot see them, he smells each one in… Continue Reading
“Of all the fairy stories we tell our children,” said Arkady, “The Tale of the Greater Good is by far the most wicked.” “You sound like the fifth Karamazov brother.” Outside, the cold reduced everything to elemental purity. Traces of… Continue Reading
The west is no place for a werewolf, Cheney thought as he sniffed at the tracks of a stagecoach long since passed. His ears swiveled towards the sound of riders approaching on horseback; lips peeled back over teeth glistening at… Continue Reading
I stumbled through the cabin door and shot the bolt behind me, for all the good it would do. A step-hop over to the lone cot and I was finally able to spare time to tend my leg. My trouser… Continue Reading
I must say that my initial impression of Phillip Fletcher was a favorable one. I believed that he was what might be called blessedly ignorant. He had no idea whatsoever that his father was involved with what the papers were… Continue Reading