Part 1 The heat came down on Promise, Dakota Territory, like something with a temper. By the middle of August in 1883, the streets of the little settlement were no...
Part 1 The first thing Mara Venn noticed was that the windows were wrong. They sat too low. Not low in the charming way of old houses with warped floors...
Part 1 The first thing Dr. Mara Ellison noticed about the old asylum was that it did not look abandoned. Not truly. Abandoned buildings sagged. They surrendered themselves to weather,...
The night my father threw me out, the rain was already beating against the porch like it wanted to bury the sound of what he had just said. You are...
Part 1 Dr. James Whitaker reached Riverwood Plantation just after noon on August 2, 1852, with thunder swelling low over the marshes and the smell of wet earth coming up...
The first time my mother tried to take a home from me, I was eighteen years old, standing in our kitchen with a cold plate of leftover lasagna in front...
The night my father gave away my future, he did it under warm steakhouse lights, with forty people clapping like they had just witnessed something beautiful. I sat at the...
Part 1 The hidden room was discovered because the wall would not take a nail. In the summer of 1962, the old DeLaqua mansion on Royal Street had already surrendered...
My sister found my name on a mansion gate before she ever found the courage to ask what she had done to lose me. That was the part that told...
Part 1 In the winter of 1887, the trees north of Kaska, Michigan, were old enough to remember things men had forgotten. They stood in black ranks beneath a sky...