A Pattern of Shadows, the third book in the Small Things trilogy, is currently with my […]
As the image says, my website is currently under (re)construction. It’ll be back soon, better than […]
Butchie prowled slowly through the grass, sniffing the wind. A cold front was coming, and it was going to rain tonight, but what he was hunting was far more elusive than weather; he was stalking death itself, had followed the trail halfway across town, through yards and across parks and highways, to this darkened road in the middle of the city.
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