Keep twisting,” Gabe said. Gabe stepped back from the fence as his younger brother used a set of pliers to twist the wires around, creating a braid that would hold. They were in the back acres, repairing a hole in the fence, and once Gabe had shown Simon how to attach the ...
The clear lights strung along the roofline and windows and doors were reflected in the snow, all cool shades of silver and white and blue. Out here in Amish country, where night usually meant dimly lit homes without electricity, Christmas decorations could really light up the horizon. As Jack tur...
The voice was small and helpless, the voice of a child. “Please, Dat! Don’t go.” Adam opened his eyes to darkness, the velvety blackness of a safe space. It was still night, but the voice wasn’t coming from a dream. “Don’t go down there, Dat! He’s a bad man.” “Simon …” In an instant Adam was out ...