Read from the beginning It was near midnight and the three of us began walking into the forest, distant wind chimes ringing, fireflies dancing in the night. Ringo led the way with a kerosene lantern, followed by me, with Tanaquil brooding in the rear. We passed the...
Read from the beginning “Listen, Ringo. When I was about eight years old, my dad took me on a snipe hunt with some of his friends. We put on our winter coats and we went out into a field late at night. My dad told me the way to catch a snipe was to sprinkle salt on...
Read from the beginning “Wha…what do you mean?” I was quietly reading the situation and slipped the copper cylinder with Tanaquil’s warning back into my pocket. Why did I hide it? I couldn’t have told you, but it had something to do with the fact that Ringo had...
Read from the beginning The forest was black; clouds had moved in and blocked out any light from the moon and stars that might penetrate to the forest floor. The smell of rain was in the air and the canopy leaves chuckled in the sporadic breeze like a city of elves...
Read from the beginning I didn’t see why I was the one making the sacrifice. But the talisman spoon that was the ostensible source of the original potion’s power was, by Ringo’s lights, enchanted by being the instrument of my torment when my mother used to paddle me...
Read from the beginning Was everyone but me in some mafia outfit? How did I get left out? Driving in the Lancia with its top open to the constant rush of wind meant that it was very difficult to have a conversation all those times we were traversing around Ohio and...
