The U.S of After Chapter 9

Howard Morax flew at the back door.  He snaked out a hand, his fingernails long, the color of onyx, his skin grimy, and held the door knob fast.  The fire raged around us.  His inky dark eyes flashed in my direction and he grinned that same grin he always did, that same grin I hadContinue reading “The U.S of After Chapter 9”