The drummer boy was the terror of Monkshood Drive.
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Golden Hour
“Out of time? Why not buy some?” The silky female voice wafted over the office speakers.
What? No. Me?
“You want me to WHAT?” I’d spit an entire chocolate chip cookie back onto my plate to keep from choking.
The French Doors
The sound of shattering glass interrupted my train of thought.
Singing to the Dragon
The eyes burned, hunting, the claws turned blue…
Once You Get to Know Them
Demons aren’t so scary once you get to know them.
Oblivion
The world is dying in slow motion.
The Blessing
The present is best for him. The present is the smallest sliver of time that he can deal with.
Everything Yellow at Least
Laecie felt the well of magic filling what she could only describe as her lungs.