Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
Jessie stared at Gabriel for so long that the room seemed to become unnaturally quiet. “You're telling me I recruited you.” Gabriel nodded. “To help Daniel?” “Eventually.” Jessie leaned back in her chair. “I need you to understand that the word 'eventually' is beginning to make me homicidal.” Under different circumstances, Gabriel might have smiled.... Continue Reading →
There was a time when the five of them believed they would be friends forever. Not the sort of forever people casually promised at the end of a wonderful evening, when everyone was laughing too hard and feeling too sentimental to imagine anything changing. They meant the kind of forever that survived marriages, children, careers,... Continue Reading →
Sometimes an ancient oak appeared where a cluster of pines had stood the previous afternoon. Other times, a narrow stream crossed a path that had been dry for years. And occasionally, when the moon was particularly bright, Evelyn would glimpse tiny golden lights dancing between the branches, disappearing whenever she tried to follow them. Most... Continue Reading →
Anna did not begin with Evan. Instead, she walked into the kitchen, filled a kettle with water and set it on the stove. Jessie watched from the table. “Are we seriously making tea?” “We are.” “Two men just followed me here, someone I abandoned twenty-four years ago sent me a photograph taken thirty seconds away... Continue Reading →
There comes a point in every woman's life when she wakes up, looks at herself in the mirror, and thinks, "You know what? I've really got my shit together." I have not reached that point. In fact, I'm beginning to suspect that particular milestone has been cancelled due to lack of interest, insufficient funding, and... Continue Reading →
For forty-six years, Clara Bennett believed that being a good daughter meant being the one who never complained. She was the peacemaker, the problem solver, the person who remembered everyone's birthdays, organized holiday dinners, and apologized for things she hadn't done simply because it was easier than enduring another argument. In her family, love came... Continue Reading →
The Final Chapter: The Last Second of Forever Isolde Ashbourne had lived through more than four centuries of history, yet nothing in all her travels had prepared her for the extraordinary cruelty of falling in love with someone she had already lost. When she first met Lucian in the summer of 1743, she knew him... Continue Reading →
Anna lived above a bakery. Jessie found that irritating. Not because there was anything wrong with bakeries, but because after kidnappings, secret criminal organizations, psychological manipulation, forgotten murders and twenty-four-year-old cassette recordings, she'd expected Candidate One to live somewhere appropriately sinister. An isolated farmhouse would have worked. A fortified apartment. Maybe a cabin at the... Continue Reading →
Alyce had never planned on getting a cat. In fact, she had a perfectly reasonable list of reasons why a cat wouldn't fit into her life. There was the expense, the responsibility, the fur on everything, and the rather inconvenient fact that she had grown quite fond of being able to leave a glass of... Continue Reading →
Part One The first time Isolde Ashbourne travelled through time, she was twenty-seven years old, standing barefoot in a circle of salt beneath a blood-red moon, and absolutely certain she was about to die. She had been born in 1590, in a small English village surrounded by ancient woodland, where the trees grew so close... Continue Reading →
