Station Seven
The air tastes like ammonia and bleach and something underneath both.
Dark
Haley Alone
Haley Alone
In the Eye of the Sandstorm
A gust of wind stirred up the dust of the deserted street.
Jonas
Jonas leaped over the barricade and wormed his way through an opening in the quarantine fence without being noticed, his stolen prize held tightly in his jaws.
Haley’s Homecoming
I hitched my knapsack up over one shoulder and got off the bus.
Thanksgiving
“Good man, where might I find your nearest mooring dock?
Manhunt
Leaves crunched noisily under foot despite their practiced woodsman experience.
The Apprentice
She wakes up groggy, and I watch from behind her eyes as she senses my invasion.
The Clown
What lies beneath the painted mask?
Eddie Zero
I didn’t kill him.
A Love, Darkly
Alice gave me a furtive glance as she handed me a glass of lemonade.
The Craftsman
“You see, Detective, I have a little problem with knives.