She hadn’t taken off her apron after the (accident? event? phenomenon?) incident in the kitchen, but she did so now, balling it up and tossing it in the empty chair. She leaned over and kissed the top of Bub’s head. “Do you believe me, too?” Bub stuck out his tongue and licked the back of her han...
He held the severed leg by the ankle and thumped it occasionally against the caked gore. In the corner of the room, Manny cowered and whined, his snout buried in his forepaws. “Shut up,” Dave/Hank said and thumped the leg again. On the bed beside the body was the sword, which jumped a little with...
He couldn’t possibly have made it to the road already, could he? How long had he been walking? Half an hour? Forty-five minutes? He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t brought his watch, and he’d been concentrating so hard on not thinking about the time that he’d lost all sense of everything but his thumping ...