Small Things, my best-selling debut dark fantasy novel, is on sale for the next several hours […]
I’m working on several things at the moment, including the as-of-yet STILL untitled short story and […]
Fred Ruskin sat by himself at a table in the back of the Peacock, the seediest bar that Carthage had to offer. Tonight he didn’t care who saw him drinking. The twang of Merle Haggard singing ‘Things Aren’t Funny Anymore’ drifted across the room from the old jukebox in the corner. ‘Ain’t that the truth,’ mumbled Ruskin, raising his glass in a silent toast to the music.
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