A cab takes me to the car rental place, where I rent a bright yellow convertible VW Bug. It's too cold to lower the top driving west on the Mass Pike, but the weather forecast predicts a gorgeous golden day, and with how cute Honeycomb Falls looks, I'm determined to make the most of it. I stop se...
It fills our house like a warm hug, and I immediately sit up, foregoing my usual lazy stretch. I sniff. Bread. I sniff again. A nutty kind of bread. Something fortifying and nutritious. That means my mother's worried. She'll be pushing food on me all day until I somehow convince her I'm fine. I c...
He'll be back. I tell myself that as I stand up and stretch slowly, carefully, wincing at the soreness. He'll be back, I tell myself as I brush my teeth. As I shower and then get dressed. The sunshine coming in through the windows is clean and white and hints at autumn. The house is silent. I kno...
The bathroom is just a little larger than a telephone booth, but the water is scalding hot and I manage to wash away the staleness of a day on the road. I put on a pair of jeans and a clean white shirt and am starting to dry my hair with a towel when there's a knock at the door. I peer through th...
His wife had passed away while giving birth to his boy, and ever since the Woodsman had treasured his son as the light of his life. Each morning he would tend to the babe and then carry him into the woods with him so that as he worked and chopped down trees he could keep his boy close by and safe...
"Get the hell out of my apartment!" Gerry steps inside, smirking, and the older man follows. He looks like some kind of nasty druid, with a dirty beard down to his chest and purple lips, a hook of a nose and ratty gray hair. He's wearing jeans and a jean jacket, and he smells of sour sweat and we...
He looks up at me with an innocent expression. "Funny smell," he says again, as if I'm a little slow. "Right here." "You talk. You actually talk!" He looks at me innocently, seeming to grin. I stalk up to him. "What are you? Who are you?" "Groofy," he says. I blink. "Groofy?" "That's my name." He...
Sniffed once, twice, and then blew a sharp snort of air into the afternoon sunshine. He stood in a glade close to the road that led to Anna's House. In wolf form, the world was another place - magical, subtle, alight with potential and information. It made walking as a human an experiment in blin...