He stood before me silently for a few seconds, his gaze measuring me from head to toe. Then he did the something that paralyzed me and sent shivers down my spine. He smiled. It was broad and completely devoid of warmth. Then he extended his hand, offering me a handshake I would never take.
Read MoreAfter about an hour’s worth of tossing and turning, I finally gave in and reached for my phone. A simple search was all it took to find the information I needed. As much as I wanted to continue on toward home, I couldn’t just let the image of an elder lady in distress about things she couldn’t confront. This is what I was trained for.
Read MoreThe sigh that slid through my being at the sound of his voice was expected but not forced. Herbie was my constant, even more so than my brother and sister. He was my best friend, and I hoped his reach was as long as I assumed. A hippie werewolf from New Orleans had to have friends everywhere, right?
Read MoreHolding her hand out in front of her, she stared at it in amazement. She could feel a small vortex forming over her outstretched hand. Taking on a life of its own, it quickly grew in size and strength until Krista found herself standing at the center of a small tornado. She was the eye of her own storm.
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