I followed Riley to catch up with the group. Our discussion left me feeling a little uneasy. The mention of a cult was disturbing. I stashed this idea for future contemplation. “So, you think all people are characters? Can you envision our roles?” I eyed the others. “I mean, Kathy is the sweetheart, but I ...

Part 1 | Part 2 “Lachesis has a lot of explaining to do,” the dark-haired woman muttered to herself as she stormed the familiar path between the puddles of standing water amongst the darkened trees. Skotádne rubbed the skin around her finger, where she felt the loop of thread connecting her to the other thing ...