This is the story of Dash, an honest, hard working man. every year for the last 15, he has maintained the carousel in his hometown. one year a down on her luck woman shows up looking for somewhere warm to rest her sick body. she helps to sand the graffiti off the carousel pieces with Dash and ...
They’d traveled at least six miles out, a distance they could have traveled faster had they shifted, but she seemed too lost in thought for that. He wanted to know what she’d found when she’d pulled her little magick trick back there. Her hair and lifted as if tugged by some imaginary wind and he...
Either it wasn’t morning yet, or the storm hadn’t broken. The wind snarled outside, quieter than it had been earlier, but it still snaked around the house in violent gusts. Slipping out of bed, he dragged his boxers off the floor, slipped into them, and headed out into the main part of the house....
It was shadowed and dark and all he wanted to do was grab one of the cars and get on the fucking road. Before they killed his daughter. With a strangled snarl, he bent at the waist, pressing his forehead into his knuckles. Rift jerked his head up when he heard a branch snap, but then forced himse...
Which was good. He needed to know Charles like she did. He needed to know what he was up against, know what kind of monster was hunting during his watch. Maybe, unlike the Hounds before him, he might actually make an attempt to stop the bastard. “Don’t get me wrong,” she added. “I’ll fight him. A...
Her leather jacket dangled from one hand as he scanned the black top for the semi she’d gotten her coat out of in the first place. Nothing. Where the fuck had she gone? He blew out a frustrated breath, his nerves cranked over on high and he wanted nothing more than to toss his head back and bay u...