I don’t really want to get up from my rocking chair on the porch. I’m seventy-two, and some days it seems like everything hurts. What I wouldn’t give to just drive to the drug store and buy a bottle of Advil. But no, those days are long gone.…
Every version of the legend about the Talbot County Werewolf seems to agree on one thing: that all of Emily’s troubles started after she returned from attending school abroad.…
“The holy man was bringing healing water from the sacred mountain.” Claudio bends down to her height, hunching his broad shoulders to whisper to her. “Guess somebody killed him for it.”…