More than once I wanted to pick up my phone, call my mother, and tell her I loved her, that I missed her, and that I wanted to see her again as soon as I got back to the US. I didn’t see my parents as often as they would have liked, and I only had myself to blame for that. I, with my lack of too ...
Isaac, a curator at the museum, wasn’t just a charming man with a pearly white smile and a smooth British accent, he was a Mage—one of repute. But he was also an anthropologist, having collected a Ph.D. in the field from Oxford University in London, as well as a lover of ancient history, and one ...
I screamed. The thing that came out of the pool of black water reeked of old clothes and stale bread. Its hands were made of shadow and almost featureless save for the distinct shape of five fingers. And the sound that came out of that hole, sound that seemed to come from it, was like cats wailin...
Damien was standing over the bed where Natalie slept, watching Lily as she produced a bag of glinting, gleaming stones from a tiny purple pouch. She had sounded confident enough when she suggested they somehow enter Natalie’s mind and find whatever was keeping her under. But he had heard the ston...