He crawled slowly toward the attic floor opening gripped in a cold that made his skin numb and his joints ache, a fear that made the hair on his arms stand straight. He couldn’t look back, he couldn’t scream. The comic books were forgotten, his only thought was to get out. Mrs. Duffy called to hi...
Just when Cobe had thought he’d seen the most lethal-looking weapons ancient mankind had to offer, he would turn down another aisle and discover guns capable of tearing down herds of rollers. There were blades with fanciful hilts and comfortable handles, double-edged swords twice the length of th...