Category Archives: Winter

I had always wondered what it might be like to have a sister.  I realized in that moment that I’d found one in spirit if not by blood.  The kinship Neve and I shared was different than the relationships I … Continue reading →

Thom rested his chin on my head, his arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders.  “What do you think it is?” he asked after a long moment. Neve’s eyes shown brightly in the dim.  “Are we really going to talk about … Continue reading →

Cocooned in Thom’s arms, I eventually drifted back to sleep, though it wasn’t mercifully dreamless like most of my nights had been lately.  Someone was laughing, cackling almost madly, and it left my skin crawling even as I jerked awake … Continue reading →

Sometime deep in the night, the wind began to howl and claw at the rooftops, rattling the whole world with all the fury of the worst West Michigan winter storms that I could recall.  As I pressed closer to Thom … Continue reading →

They say that time heals all wounds, and I suppose that it must be true.  It didn’t take long for me to recover from the skinwalker attack.  Despite my apparently dramatic collapse, I was up in the afternoon of the … Continue reading →

“Are you still walking on eggshells about all of that?”  Kellin asked. “Your visions and hers and all of that?  I mean, I don’t think you are, but it’s been a while since anyone’s talked about it, so I thought … Continue reading →

Kellin and J.T. sat by the fire when he came back under cover ten minutes later.  He’d lingered out by the edge of the tents long enough to watch the dark clouds starting to build in as the sun inched … Continue reading →

Thom greeted the dawn alone, standing outside their shelters with his sketchbook tucked under his arm, watching the sun rise.  Even sore, even as worn out as he was from the events of the day before, he’d found himself unable … Continue reading →

“How is she?” Thom opened his eyes, wincing at how gritty they felt.  Must’ve fallen asleep in the chair.  It was like he’d rubbed sand in them before drifting off.  He twisted toward Matt, rubbing his eyes.  “She’ll be fine,” … Continue reading →

“Great,” Marin said, her voice laced with sarcasm and heavy with weariness.  “Just great.  It’s the same story on a different day, Phelan.  They’ll want to control us.  They’ll want to control our children.  How do we stop them?” Cariocecus … Continue reading →