The city of Chicago had disappeared beneath a storm. Snow had been falling since late…
The glass walls of Thorn Tower reflected the last gold of the Manhattan sunset, casting…
Christmas Day in Houston, Texas, usually carried a quiet kind of warmth. Streets shimmered with…
The first thing Cristina noticed about the mortuary was the silence. Not the ordinary kind…
My name is Mark Ellison. I was thirty-nine years old, twice divorced, and living the…
The elevator doors closed with a soft metallic slide, almost polite, as if they didn’t…
Sometimes the most important question a person asks is not about love, money, or where…
The summer of 1874 came dry and cruel to the Missouri plains. Dust clung to…
Some folks say home is where you hang your hat. But in the West, home…
The wind swept through the town square of Sheridan, Wyoming, carrying dust and the uneasy…