That is an awesome cover. You have to admit it. I need this book. Screwed up serial killers are awesome. And obsessive screwed up serial killers? Those are the best.And I just realized something. Fear turns into Horror, which turns into Terror. And of course I knew that before I posted it.Update:...
This made Catherine resentfully aware of her own tatty appearance. It also reminded her why she hated witches. As if I needed reminding. “Why is everyone so interested in my personal life all of a sudden?” &...
Mrs. Pierce called out, as the door swung shut behind Catherine. “No, Mom,” she said. “It's an astral projection of myself one week from now.” Mrs. Pierce sighed. “You know I don't like it when you use sarcasm with me, Catherine.” Catherine kicked off her shoes in the hall. She knew her mother...
Sheets. She lifted her head. She was in a massive fourposter she didn't recognize. With the curtains drawn, it created the impression of being walled in on all sides by shadow. Her breaths began to come easier once she had parted the curtains. No cosmos. No forests. No voices. She was safe— Until...
Val watched the drops from her bed as they coursed slowly down the glass, keeping her eye on two in particular — waiting to see which would win the race. She was betting on the one on the left. There were more droplets in its path, more opportunities to gain momentum and pick up speed. &nbs...
I tugged on the handcuff. Stainless steel — it wasn't going to break. The bench was a different matter. The wooden peg wiggled when I pulled. Not a lot, but enough to show a weakness in the design. Enough to work it free? I jostled the peg back and forth. It got looser. Finally, it fell out with ...
I dreamed about him last night. Not the innocent sort of dream, but a hot montage of illicit acts that make me blush to recall them in the daylight. It's sexy enough that once I dig out my vibrator's dusty case and take care of myself, I write down what I can recollect as an erotic short on my wo...