Category Archives: Book 1

Short update today, mostly due to the fact that it was my birthday weekend.  Sorry, guys!  Turning the big 2-9 was a little more important than…well…stuff.  I’ll make it up to you, I promise!             I stared at Rory as … Continue reading →

             “If we can figure out who was fucking up the wards in the first place, we’ll be able to stop them from doing it again,” Rory said as we headed for the next ward in the ring, this one … Continue reading →

Rory joined us after I’d had a look at the second ward.  The first had been in better shape than the second, and I was still on my knees in the grass when Rory walked up.  The damp had soaked … Continue reading →

I kept walking toward Thom and J.T.  A few people paused in digging to wave as I passed, and I waved back, not quite seeing who they were.  I was too focused on my quarry. “So is he going to … Continue reading →

            “Anyone else get hurt?” I asked him after he brought me a pair of shoes.  The temperature had dropped again outside.  Winter would come earlier than we anticipated.  He answered me as I pulled the shoes on and we … Continue reading →

            My body felt like someone had stretched me out and tried to tenderize me with one of those mallets you use to flatten meat.  There was a dull throbbing behind my eyes, but I was able to mostly ignore … Continue reading →

            J.T.’s head pounded at counterpoint to his heart as he slowly came around, sprawled flat on his back in the mud next to Thom’s equally sprawled body.  Rain was light on his face, but the clouds were black as … Continue reading →

            J.T. roared.  It was too much, far too much.  Marin grabbed and thrown, Thom going for her, getting grabbed, crawling like a dying man toward water…             And the thing that must be Angie’s Shadow Man kept moving, moving … Continue reading →

            Marin hit one of the stacks of furniture just inside the boundary of the tents with a sickening crunch mingled with the sound of splintering wood.             No, no, no, no.  Not this, not now, I can’t.  I can’t. … Continue reading →

            The voices scraped against the inside of his brain, like fingernails on a chalkboard, like sandpaper against stone.  Rory tried to ignore them, but they made his skin prickle, tried to ruin his concentration.             Ruining his concentration wasn’t … Continue reading →