Sun’s a fingernail in the fog when he gets on. Night man on a downtown bus full of day people: glass-faced Westsiders curled in Armani shells pinch their ears and nostrils shut when he fills up three seats behind the
When the Reverend Henry Chilton sees the angel, he drops to his knees sobbing with joy. The half-scribbled sheets of tomorrow’s sermon fly from his desk, floating down on a summer-scented breeze from the open window, and his teacup, caught
Toward sunset, after the thunder stops, Henry Joe takes Bobby’s pickup. It’s a fine big truck, never mind the dent on the side where the old roan kicked it, and the slit in the seat where Bobby’s woman had the
When you’re building the world for your fantasy characters to live and play in, it’s easy to become overwhelmed by choices. You can build a brand new universe, borrow heavily from our own human history and legends, or blend your
Deep in the hour just before dawn, Adam jolts awake. What did he hear, out there on the makeshift front porch of this battered old Airstream? Or was it nothing but a dream of gunfire and roadside bombs in
Even the most arcane fantasy world most likely has some real life inspiration. George RR Martin turned to the medieval societies of Europe for details of life (and death, lots of death) in the Seven Kingdoms of Game of Thrones.
In Santa Cruz, the border is only a breath away. On summer nights the searchlights of la migra stitch the mountains and the road spins out snakebelly white between Tombstone and Nogales. Taking those empty curves through the grasslands
So Glitter Girl got a bit of a redesign the other day, with some tweaking on the cover, new front matter and one key detail in the story. But the core of the piece, born out of a visit
Bitter air, and owl wings crossing a white harvest moon: a good night, they said, for the wake of a witch, and the Devil coming to claim his own. I stood on the porch, and sniffed the air for brimstone.
Preacher said That humpbacked beast called sin waits just at the edge of sight. If you turn your back he’s on you Just like that green slime thing we saw that time on the midnight movie. Preacher said You got