If you haven't read "The Door, Part One" check it out first! True, they were not men exactly like myself. The first was abnormally tall...

My dearest Jordana, The story I am about to relate to you is full of wonders and horrors too strange for human minds. Its nature is such...

On the eastern arm of the Wendish Mountains in the foothills above the plains of Wendland there sits a village that is now empty, but...

Back home in Preston, New Mexico where I grew up, there was a man named Elias P. Jones. Today, folks refer to him as the “Prodigal of...

from Chapter Seven - "Like a Lion" Jenny awoke slowly, savoring the comfort of her pillow. It would be another long day. She sat up with...