Kly Zoon had spent countless hours in the pit, digging for ancient earth artifacts. He’d done this in hundreds of thousands of holes on the dead planet–battling sandstorms, tornadoes, and the only thing really left alive: Scrapeaters. No, that isn’t
Five and a half years before the events of The Living God… Seven Healers and two weeks. That’s what it took to mend a charred body, one that was beyond human form. Each Healer worked interchangeably to manage the
Recently I attended the Collingswood Book Festival. I was only able to be there a short while, but my lovely volunteers did a fabulous job manning the table. During the festival, we played a game with some of the people
Some people are naturally good at cooking. Some are naturally good at singing. And while the world is filled with people who are naturally good at something, Devon hardly thought that many of them were naturally good at killing.
Based off a dream…. I really had nowhere to go once I’d called the Infected’s attention away from the child. It tripped over the curb and fell on me, biting into my abdomen through the t-shirt I wore. Dull rounded
For right now a short story, but maybe in the future a novel. Morning Brook, a quiet town in central Pennsylvania, nestled in the valley of two large foothills, had very few legends. None of which could compete with the
Bendly Banner knew fame well enough. After all, he’d always had it. He was born famous -no, he was famous even before being born. He was the offspring of two exceedingly famous actors, both of which led tumultuous lives, and it