My name is Warden Veronika Shaw. And for fifteen years, the mask has been my uniform. It’s forged from the recycled air of…
Jack “Bear” Lawson was at point. The heat was a physical weight, baking the black leather of his vest, but he didn’t feel…
The dream was so real I could smell the lavender soap she always used. My grandmother, dead for three years, sat on the…
You have to understand, a place like Rusty’s bar has its own rhythm. It’s a low hum of spilled beer, stale smoke, and…
No one corrected them. Not even Melissa, though she looked like her throat hurt, her face pale with a fury that wasn’t hers…
The silence that followed wasn’t just quiet. It was a vacuum. It sucked the air out of the room, pulled the Vivaldi from…
I screamed again, a raw, pathetic sound that died in the humid air. And that’s when I heard it. A twig snap. Not…
My world is divided into two parts. Before, and After. Before, I was just a father. A husband. A soldier. After, I became…
The gate at Fort Kessler, Wyoming, appeared out of the high-desert haze like a mirage. Grace Mallory kept both hands on the wheel…
The alley reeked. It was the smell of Miami that the tourism boards try to hide—a thick, wet-wool blanket of rotting food, stale…