They call me a freak. I live in the old church surrounded by crosses and hang garlic cloves from every stained-glass window and revel in the sunshine that pours through the coloured panes. They call me a freak because I'm not like them. They've stopped visiting now. I never invite them across the threshold. I … Continue reading FREAK
Christenson fell to his knees, his hands raised to the skies, his face a scream of agony. 'Show yourself!' he cried. Outside the storm tore at the earth. Debris battered against the protective dome. Trees, buildings, animals - all tossed asunder. Inside the palm trees were still, the climate pleasant. Only the constant howling noise … Continue reading END TIMES
Trudging through the cold night, the last remnants of the winter snow on the ground, she finally saw the lights glowing from the windows ahead. Above her the familiar turrets of the castle loomed. Four years since she had been taken by the crusaders. How she had changed since then, no longer the innocent thirteen … Continue reading THE TURRETS OF HOME
