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Blog postAnnie recognized the insidious grin on her dad’s face. The same ominous expression the mailman had before he took his phantom form and dissolved intoContinue reading
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Blog postDozens of spirits swirled in the thick wet paint. Their smoke-like forms snaked around each other, and the surface appeared alive. The old man, theContinue reading
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Blog post“Annie?” The frantic woman cried as she raced through the hallway in search of her daughter. She flung every door open, but none of theContinue reading
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Blog postShe moved through the streets with swift determination. Down Faulkner Street, then a right on Martin until The Crooked Crone came into view. The morningContinue reading
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Blog postHe glanced around for talismans, crosses, or other protective things. Not that they held any power; he just liked collecting them. Souvenirs. “I suppose you’veContinue reading
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Blog post“Allison, unlock this,” Seth whispered, with his mouth perched where the door and frame met. “I’m worried.” He jiggled the crystal doorknob. “Actually, I’m gettingContinue reading
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Blog postFor the third time today, the word sign stole my attention. First, I woke to an old song touting signs were everywhere. I didn’t take any particularContinue reading
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Blog postThe speedboat chopped through the waves as it raced toward the island. Beth tugged on the strap across Lizzie’s chest. The makeshift harness held firm. Three othersContinue reading
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Blog postCrimshaw Payne was Crow. Not full-blooded, or even half, but she had enough of her ancestor’s blood in her veins to feel the Great Spirit flowContinue reading
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Blog postThe bailiff held the door, and Millis shuffled through. He moved with little effort, having learned the precise gait the shackles allowed. The morning sunContinue reading
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