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The werewolf came when the sun was high.
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NOTE: Part Four of The Dusk Saga. The first three parts can be found here: Dusk, Moon Rise, and SilhouetteSavannah sat near enough to me on the concrete steps that her hair tickled my neck and cheek. "Dove," she said without looking at me, "You need to eat ( Read more... )

Lately, we merry fates have been talking about monsters. (Ok, we're always talking about monsters.) Specifically, we're curious about the attraction of teen ager girls (both real and fictional) to the undead. Maggie's put forward some theories about Stockholm Syndrome on her blog, for example. I'm trying to write an ongoing series about what ( Read more... )

Lamia
Queen of Libya, scourge of Egypt
I lay waste to Greece with the keenness of my teeth
In Babylon, they called me the Unclean One
I drank blood, defiled flesh
On moonlit sand, I appeared to him
A midnight shade, transparent
My organs showed like ink bleeds through paper
I wailed as jackals in the grasslands do

JudasShe came out of the desert ( Read more... )

I watched through the sticky Mississippi night as the girl I loved clutched her diary to her heart. Through the door behind her, spatters of blood stained the floor of her small house. Her Poppy’s body sprawled in his favorite recliner, fingers torn away, tongue in his lap, face crushed in, heart in pieces ( Read more... )

Max once said, “Dove, you’re a monster now. You won’t be happy until you accept that and move on ( Read more... )

Lucy's mother called to tell me that Lucy was dead. I didn't answer the phone ( Read more... )