Grams came out of the house wiping her hands on a towel, but froze as soon as she caught sight of her arch nemesis—the Grand Councilwoman—daring to breathe the air in her backyard. Their mutual leers of distaste bought me a few minutes to scan the group. The snooty Council...
There was a killer on the loose—dire matters at hand—yet here she was, standing in a cemetery openly weeping. No, not weeping; that sounds calm and reserved. What she was doing was a hiccupping mess of snot and tears. “Because this is how normal people respond to a work of...
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Across the foyer I teetered my way to the coat rack. In spite of the warm night, I wanted the cover my hoodie offered before I stepped foot out of the house. “Oh, you don’t need that!” Grams proclaimed as she bee lined it from the kitchen to the living room with a tray in ...
“And who do you think they would send for something like that? A demon that’s already in the area, that’s who.” Grams answered her own question before I could interrupt. “Was he with you all night?” I opened my mouth, then snapped it shut. I...