“The night unfolded cool and damp, a misted blanket of dark settling chill around the shoulders. In the distance the screech owl sounded like an argument about to come to blows.” Fated
“Fred Garlic was a bad seed from a hard scape” Love in a Hard Scape
“I grabbed up the press sheet from the front porch as soon as I heard it land. The delivery boy was riding his bike down the street singing and pointing his finger at each house as he passed. The bound sheets would fly from the bags attached to the back of his bike and land just one foot from the front door without fail. Jeremy Blagh…or Bloghu or something like that lived a few streets over and made a little pocket money from his route. I left him a tip every month, and cookies for the holidays.” Witchified: Cesily’s Grand Opening
