Chapter 1: Frayed by Tom Piccirilli
Gray invited me up to the insane asylum hootenanny.
"As beautiful as she was, what that red, storm-blown hair dripping across her throat, fiery eyes full of anger and faint dignity, Crease didn't really notice her until he saw the blood..."
The Fever Kill
Sheer genius already, and the performance not even begun.
He reached into the hole and felt around.
Our refuge of shadow narrowed, the razor-thin line between mere unbearable heat and deadly sunlight drawing closer to our curled legs.