The Second Life of Athénais Vuillard
“Mommy. My brain is, is, is buzzing.” “Brains don’t buzz, babygirl.”
A Night With Sin
‘The Dawning Basilica has no place for this “cloak and dagger” nonsense’ the bishop huffed, gesticulating wildly as the twisting haze of incense rose behind him.
No Longer
As the first flakes of snow landed on Jocelyn’s parka, the generator spluttered and died. ‘Shit,’ she spat. She tried to brush the flakes from her sleeves, but for every crystal she banished two more fell from above.
Osparama
The forest was alive with urgent murmurs, its eerie dance often blocking her path, forcing her to double back in search of an exit.
The Sun Is A Dish Best Served Cold
‘Cannibals again? That’s not very novel, Frank,’ Cassandra said with a frown.
Blood Tithe
My granny says only grifters and idiots get religion. I learned which one of those my momma was when my stepdad Russel came along.