She raised her head to check the wind. Was the monster on her trail? She couldn’t find his scent. What was taking him so long? “The trap falls apart if he doesn’t take the bait,” Death said in her brother’s voice. She could almost see her brother’s frown in her mind, so caught up in the thinking ...
The Convocation had been held at this ranch south of Flagstaff the last few years, and the drive from the airport had been comforting in its familiarity. Pines topped the scree-slopes flanking the highway and spread out beyond, as abundant as other species of evergreen in Seattle, but giving the ...