The Sleeping Jaywalker was surprised at how calm he felt as he lay down on his bed, still wearing his clothes of course. He didn’t know what would happen during his sleepwalk that evening, knew there was a good chance he might not ever wake up again in the land of the living. 238 more words
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I’m not sure why they started, just that they did. Around the time I turned 16. One night I slept like a baby, the next I was awake and yet not, my wide staring eyes fixed in the corner of my bedroom ceiling on the dark snakelike thing that slithered from one shadow to the next. 1,362 more words
For #WerewolfWednesday, I present an excerpt from The Wolf at War, the final book in The Runes Trilogy about werewolves.
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A few moments later, he arrived at the plaza in the center of downtown named for the God of War, and the carnage made the name ring true.