Rain hisses on the gargoyle's back. Mist spews through its crooked teeth like spittle. Lizbet sets an elbow on the snarling thing's shoulder. Cold damp seeps into her skin. She levels a heav… Read More

They crept through an autumn wood. Two men in green coats and stalker's caps tugged over black hair. One young, the other old, bearded. They carried lever guns in the crooks of their sleeves… Read More

Brown husks of leaves drifted on the autumn road. Sticky branches shivered above, loosed what cladding they yet possessed to spiral in the bitter wind. Not far over the squat, umber hills, a… Read More

Mist caressed the moors. It stroked the bruise-black heather, set gentle dewdrops on countless twisted stems. It kissed the still faces of stagnant pools, concealed shallow, submerged skulls… Read More