Fisher’s Killer

Delores couldn’t hear the worst of the rain from the brig but she could smell it in the air. The wind was boisterous. The ship’s iron bough ro...

Going Dark

Dran’s sphere flickered then steadily started to glow. Finally, the signal was strong enough for live-talk again. Frantic, he fumbled with it&#8...

The Light Offering

Tiamaht stands at the water’s edge in the deepest, darkest part of the valley and she waits. Moon wanes and thickest fog slides slowly down from the...

Beast

He’s a cliché the all too solemn, emotionally vampiric type. Burdened by the nose ring, the deviant sex habit and the penchant for poisoning hi...