Sanctuary

Sanctuary

The bell for curfew had long since fallen silent, yet John de Maltone still heard it in his blood. It seemed to go on tolling beneath the vaulted dark of St Helen’s, deep and slow, as though the stone itself remembered the hour when honest folk had barred their doors...
Real Enough To Return

Real Enough To Return

She had been found on the riverbank with burrs in her hair and water darkening her stockings, speaking in a voice too calm to be sane. “Late,” she said. “Late late late.” Her sister’s name was given. The family’s address. The family’s standing. The proper apologies...
A Life Not Measured.

A Life Not Measured.

A Life Not Measured   Week One Calvin Drake woke to birdsong and the smell of wet earth. Real birds. Real earth. It was incredibly disorienting. Green light filtered through a humid canopy. His body ached as if gravity had thickened during his sleep. His breath...
The Purple Prison

The Purple Prison

Red pill or blue? Brother, I chugged down the whole damn bottle, consequences be damned and now my world, my life, my soul exist in some swirling, whirling topsy turvy, state of perpetual purpleness.   Is it all some dream, some nightmare? A prison for unruly...