Joe had a bad feeling he’d need his gun before the night was over.
That first night in the Lodge, I had the strangest dream, though I didn’t seem to be asleep. A weight was pinning me down, as if a creature were crouching on my chest.
“It’s always the same to begin with,” I said. “I’m on the beach. The sand is hot, the sun is bearing down. It makes the sand look white, like snow.”
* Story contains bad language
People aren’t as good at dying as you might think.
The target, the target. I had little to go on.
If there was anyone in the world who wasn’t cursed, it was Sam.
Your thoughts trek to all the points of the compass, but still that twist eludes you.
How many people who turn on a light understand the generation of electricity?
It was his underneath place, the place where he came to bury his jars.
On the Bright Side by Edward Jones For seven years, dead girls came to my office.
Haut Graves became hot graves, in his mouth.
The Neanderthal’s dog had been barking all day.