". . . when I look I see an open gate where there should be none. And what longs to enter through it, darkness and devastation. And I can feel that evil longing emptying out the good of Shibboleth, pulling on it with every rancid breath as it stands waiting for the gate to open farther."The Messe...
Old Blue is pointed north, into strange territory. Billy’s hands are on the wheel of the ’73 F150. The tires on the highway create a steady drone of distance. Sunlight flashes through the pines, shoots across the road. Billy and Trice move forward, vaulting the shadows in quick succession. They a...