The Art of Feast of Shadows For every book I write, I collect a gallery. Some of these images I found before I started composing and so influenced the output. Others I stumbled upon later […]
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(Fiction) Mosque of the Jinn
The weak yellow light from the headlights flickered slightly as the car idled, but they shone bright enough to reveal the small placard near the door: SERPENT MOUND PARK. “What is this place?” I stopped […]
(Fiction) The meaning of magic
Dad was on big important phone calls all the next day, with bankers I think. Mr. A. Tranjay had said at dinner that his work would be done soon, and that was quicker than anyone […]
(Fiction) The casting of darkness
The train rocked as it slowed and the picture in my hand rocked with it. My finger traced the single splatter of blood that stretched across the scattered feathers, many of which seemed to have […]
(Fiction) The Winter Bureau
That was my welcome to America. Prison. Upon my release, I was placed into the custody of a man of ill health, ill fortune, and ill name: Spurgeon Fount, a parapsychologist-acolyte of Richard Hodgson—the man […]
(Fiction) To catch a waking nightmare
Mr. Étranger watched her fly into the night. He turned to me. “Do you know her?” I sniffed. My cheeks were red from running in the cold. I could hear a semi pass on the […]
(Fiction) Salamongue Greymouth, Waspkeeper of Hell
When Mr. A. Tranjay and I got back, my dad was waiting for us. He was mad I had unlocked the door. And he had found the book, the one Mr. A. Tranjay gave me. […]
(Fiction) Time for dreaming
“Is the stag waiting for something?” I stood in the doorway of the old garage. I was supposed to go to a hospital in a couple days. Or was it tomorrow? I could never keep […]
(Fiction) What’s the trick?
The next day was dark and rainy. But it never came down very hard. Not enough to put you to sleep. Not enough to bring earthworms from the ground or flowers from the trees. Just […]
(Fiction) What were you feeding it?
I woke to flute music. The soft notes fell over me, light and gentle, like how tears fall, or autumn leaves after a stiff breeze. The stag was gone. The sun was shining. I was […]
