I had no plans to ever write about vampires. I was writing a western, in which these creatures were swooping from the sky, attacking, and, as it so happened, they turned out to be vampires with pale lavender skin, and… Read More ›
Chapter Thirty-Two Talessia grabbed a cup of coffee at the little service station two miles up the road from the motel and buttoned her blouse straight. She had become too familiar with these places, the broken neon of… Read More ›
Chapter Twenty-Two The music pounded at a decibel level deemed to be appropriate for inducing audio stupor. A person’s equilibrium seemed to collapse when mixed with improper sound levels and the right mixture of alcohol accompanied by languid stares from… Read More ›
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