Martin Cahill was ordinary. One might go so far as to say…
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In A Wood In Winter
In a wood in winter, in a cabin at the end of…
Of Salt and Promises
The city stood on a hill, cut into the white stone in…
The Bot and the Raptor
The Bot and the Raptor The drop-pod decelerated with a scream, the…
A Hanging
Anders listened to the creak of the boards on the wagon, and…
Muse
This is the last of my published work to date, a short…
Resurrection
The dead came back, not in a rush of sudden horror or…