After speaking with Mac, Charlotte had found the bread rose enough for her to punch it down and knead it one more time before leaving it to rise again in some battered bake-ware. While that was going on, she ducked down into the cellar to grab a lamp for herself, filled it with oil, and took some candles. Fear of the dark was still fear of the dark ( Read more... )

Before you even open your eyes, you know something's wrong. This bed is too small. It's a twin, if that, and there's something odd... It feels like it's stuffed with hay. The silence also gets you -- no cards, no air traffic, nothing -- not even the buzz of electricity. Finally, your eyes open and you find yourself inside a room that looks like it' ( Read more... )