At least he thought he was awake. He couldn't tell any more. He looked around and saw no sign of King Richard. Thank goodness. He didn't want to go through another ghostly visitation. It seemed to be daytime. At least the dim light that came through his opaque non-window was a lighter gray than ...
Lester Stokes Does Not Go To Bergdorf’s Camilla made another attempt to fluff her hopelessly limp hair with her fingers. She’d had to wash it with hand soap, and it felt as awful as it looked. She studied her reflection in the metal mirror. The gray image that stared back looked like somethin...
Jonathan, either. I tried not to look as paranoid as I felt, although it was hard with the awful suspicions of Rick bouncing around in my brain. The inside of the place was almost too wild-west to be true. Entering its scruffy, pine-paneled barroom felt like walking into an old movie. But I could...
Chapter 38—Wolfshead I got through the rainy weekend with the help of Ivanhoe and the telly in the canteen. Because Liam and Davey were staying away from Brenda’s wrath at the Merry Miller, they were eating in, and I was happy to cook and clean in exchange for food. And drink. Way too much of t...