
I never expected a broken computer server to introduce me to someone who would completely reshape how I saw my…

The October wind in Hawthorne, Virginia didn’t blow so much as it worried at everything it touched. It tugged at…


The first time she asked me if I wanted to stay the night, my heart almost stopped. Emma Lane said…


Welcome to the dark past. Step into the shadowed rooms of history where the air tastes like smoke and old…

The snow came early that year, not like a celebration, but like a verdict. It slipped out of a bruised…

The boardinghouse kitchen always smelled like two things that didn’t belong together: burnt coffee and other people’s opinions. The stove…


The wind on Blackwood Ridge didn’t merely howl. It screamed, as if the whole Absaroka spine had lungs and an…

They always told the tale the same way, like it belonged to the fire more than it belonged to any…

Montana Territory, 1887, had a way of making a man feel small. Not the pleasant kind of small, like standing…

Some moments don’t arrive like thunder. They arrive like a paper cut. Small, quiet, almost polite. And then, when you…



The Monday after the party, Cresant Analytics smelled faintly of disinfectant and regret. The carpet looked the same, the monitors…

Daniel Brooks arrived at Hail Dynamics at 7:43 a.m. every weekday, as if the minute itself belonged to him. Not…

Hawthorne Ridge, Georgia, March of 1847, sweated under an early heat that made even the church bell sound tired. The…

In the spring of 1859, when the magnolias in Louisiana bloomed like white flames and the Mississippi carried gossip as…

The blade in Colonel Silas Whitaker’s fist caught the lamplight like a cold wink. He did not remember crossing the…