Rhys fell to his knees beside Dar, the icy water mingled with blue blood hardly registering as he pressed his fingers to Dar’s bloody neck even as Dar …
Frigid water seeped into Rhys’ shoes despite his hop-skip-jump around the puddles. He tugged his scarf tighter around his neck as fat blobs of icy liqu…
Rhys took a step around the desk in Dar’s room, trying to inch closer to the man. To the vampire, he reminded himself again, his mind still not quite r…
Rhys was back at the police station. A different inspector stood in front of him this time, a man of sharp eyes and a scowling disposition. But he aske…
Rhys slumped along the path by the river, taking the long way home, heedless of the damp seeping through his thin jacket and the cold reaching into his…
Oh, “So what’s there to lose by telling me?” Some part of Rhys refused to leave, even though the larger part screamed at him to flee, to run and hide f…
I’m a bit of a word nerd. I love their history, their etyomology…how canker and cancer come from the same root (makes sense when you think of it…but wh…
If you’ve just joined in, jump back to the beginning here. Rhys scratched out his most recent line of writing with an anger that tore through the page.…
If you’ve just joined in, jump back to the beginning here. Rhys ticked his pencil against the book on the table in front of him, trying to focus on the…
The light slanting into the small window was cold and hard. Not the soft grey of another rainy day. Which likely meant the slush of last night had turn…
Rhys glanced over his shoulder to see if he was being followed. The policeman eyed him but stayed under cover, out of the rain that threatened to becom…
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