The Cultist's Son
“I used to think the sky would peel open,” the girl with the green hair confesses, curling black–nailed fingers around a can of...
“I used to think the sky would peel open,” the girl with the green hair confesses, curling black–nailed fingers around a can of...
After being bitten by a radioactive writing bug at the 2008 Clarion Writer’s Workshop, Ferrett Steinmetz found his writing career...
They were naked, now, on a dirty mattress.
“Neither of you have eaten or drunk anything for twenty-four hours?” Ryan asked, hauling...