“The men I sent out to the hill have not come back.” Mayor Teresa Blond says, her arms are crossed and her brow is furrowed at Jacob, as if this is his fault. “Do you think this Casanova killed them?” “We just buried a friend of ours, what do you think?” it is difficult for … Continue reading The Vulture Watches
Beaten and Stoned
“Tell me where the goddamn journals are.” Edward McWrither grunts, punching Solace twice after every word. After an hour of this its no surprise Solace looks like a dropped pizza strapped to a chair. “Eat me.” he spits blood at the ashtray of joints sitting next to him. There are boxes of torn books piled … Continue reading Beaten and Stoned
Thought of a Thinker 