Bryn Roar books

There's Blood on the Moon Tonight

Huggins               Friday, October 8th, 2,004 Rusty Huggins squinted sleepily at the sunlight filtering through his bedroom window. Dust motes danced in the beams of light falling upon his bed. “Fuck a duck,” he said, slapping off the alarm clock, buzzing rudely beside his ear. He’d hit the sn...