“What’s with the dog?” asked James, settling into the folding chair near his brother.
Stuart brushed the lapel of his Brooks Brothers coat before answering. “I haven’t a clue. 256 more words
Ravanah had once again made it to the top of a tree where she could scout out the rest of the land but she still had seen no sign of Lann or any of the others, so she decided it was time for her to start covering some ground before the wolves soon found her and not knowing what special powers they held terrified her to the point she was shaking but she had to try and stay calm moving for branch to branch this high up was not a time to be all out of sorts. 2,305 more words
Not since John F.D. Taff’s short story collection have I enjoyed a coming together of short tales such as this. Though I have read some of these before, I was only too pleased to revisit the dark landscapes that Foster has crafted here with his imagination. 710 more words