Smoke in the Hills – Part Six
Something in him loved a fight. Something in him enjoyed risking it all, his whole life on a single throw of the dice. That part was howling for this moment.
Smoke in the Hills – Part Five
Black shapes stirred in the half-light, bulbous heads and crooked limbs. Their harsh voices seemed to croak, even in a whisper. From time to time the firelight caught their eyes,…
Smoke in the Hills – Part Four
Comillas’s pulse did not quite return to normal. He was sure he had seen the girl slip into the crack, away from the creature. But that thing was out here…