The Old Gods Are Dead – First Draft Excerpt
“For without friends no one would choose to live.”—Aristotle, Nichomachean Ethics BK VIII 1155a 1-8 * Prologue—June 1998 Francis knows something they don’t. This is partly because she’s the professor and they’re her students, and it’s her job to know more than them. But there’s something else they don’t know, something beyond the boundaries of…
Riverbank
As the sun beats down through an opening in the canopy above, there he lies. His mouth sits ajar, the ghost of a smile marked on his lips. He had been caught up in a fantasy, the promise of gold too tempting to bear, pulling him away from his desk job and into the depths…
A Hallow’s Eve Surprise
Midnight. All Hallow’s Eve. A mist had descended over the trees, hiding the scene that was taking place in the depths of the fallen branches and damp leaves. She was hammering the tip of the man’s skull into the ground with such anger that the earth shook beneath her. With every blow, she let out…
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