You’ve Got to Get Back On. Nancy Velvet Forever

You’ve Got to Get Back On. Nancy Velvet Forever

So.  It happened like this. I was about eight years old, madly in love with all horses.  My uncle had a farm, and he let me ride all over his land. I could have told you then that bliss smells like horse sweat and pine needles. But, everybody knows that. Sunlight...
Deception. The Adversary Hatches

Deception. The Adversary Hatches

The egg cracks, and a forked tongue flicks into the night air.  Fragments of the shell, thick and dark, fall into the moldy soil below.  A tiny serpent, grotesque and deformed, oozes out of the broken mess, one long and writhing body, two heads. In a room high above...