“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.”…
As a child, I used to love watching the bats swoop down at dusk to catch the mosquitoes hovering above my grandparents’ pool. It was here, in plastic patio chairs while eating fresh grown tomatoes, that my grandaddy told me my first vampire story...…
When we read a whodunnit novel, we race the fictional detective, hoping to discover who committed the crime, before they identify the murderer in the big reveal scene.…