Madge leaned against a large elm, facing the blue ridge of the Shenandoahs. A flash of fiery red caught her eye and took her breath; a pair of cardinals fluttered [...]
Supernatural
Walking Point
Three months after I stepped on the land mine, I saw my dead son. He was slim and dark-haired, serious-faced as only a twenty-year-old can be. Without a word, he stepped into my Rambam hospital room, lifted my truncated body into a wheelchair, and pushed me down to the sea…
Young Turks
Goddamn, life is fucking funny sometimes, Faolan O’Connor thought as the hard rubber toe of his shoe connected with Victor Conrad’s teeth. There was a good, solid crunch, and Conrad’s [...]
The Youngest
The knife whistled through the stale air and thudded blade first an inch deep into the worn wood of the far wall. The boy stepped forward, re-gripped the hilt and [...]