Excerpts
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"I could say, every fiber of my being was telling me, imploring me to run away from this man: that these strange, invasive questions were too much for my delicate social requirements. But that, of course, would be a complete lie."
- Past Perfect |
"They appear as distortions in the side of your vision. You look at them awry, and visions of the Abject overtake you. Death. Blood. Putrescence. All the things you fight to push away from yourself are thrust upon you. You are reminded of your own mortality.”
- Sigil |
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"A square shaft grinded open, releasing heavenly white light down onto the dark world below... The hatch was many feet up from the excavated city: hundreds, thousands even. Possibly more. For a moment the shaft remained ominously waiting, mouth agape, light flooding out like water into the parched desert."
- Sun and Blood |
Short Stories
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"It was deep autumn on campus, and bikes were falling from trees like leaves. The sun shone kaleidoscopes through not quite barren branches; a glisten revealed the intentions of a young Jacob Rolf."
- Fall |
"I was nine when I first met the ghost that lived in my hallway. We were still in the blue house at the time, and it was shortly into autumn. The shutters had just fallen off of the windows as they did every year when the winds began to pick up."
- Ghost (A Middle American Haunting) |