Once the private home of a man named James Gilliland, the ranch had been transformed over the years into a mecca for UFO enthusiasts.

“Mommy. My brain is, is, is buzzing.” “Brains don’t buzz, babygirl.”

Before she had even opened her eyes, her body had snapped into a fighting stance as she hit the floor, adrenaline flooding her system.

The forest was alive with urgent murmurs, its eerie dance often blocking her path, forcing her to double back in search of an exit.

‘Cannibals again? That’s not very novel, Frank,’ Cassandra said with a frown.

rak’nagorian was the god’s name, and he was terrible to behold. In a small office at his feet, Trenton refreshed his email hoping to see today’s work order.

‘I’m Gabriel,’ I lie. When a dead human walks into your office, lying is easier. I give them a familiar name, a reminder of something safe.

My granny says only grifters and idiots get religion. I learned which one of those my momma was when my stepdad Russel came along.