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The storm hit Long Island like a drunk man stumbling home—suddenly, violently, and with all the grace of something that had forgotten how to stand.
Julian Cross stood on the deck of the ferry, watching the island materialize from the rain like a...
Blood and Magnolias
The ring was not a ring at all. It was a circle of packed earth, ten paces across, surrounded by...
The lake was black as ink and twice as cold. Jack Malone stood on the edge of the dock, watching the fog roll in from Michigan like a curtain falling on a play nobody wanted to see.
He had received the letter two days ago, typed on cheap paper with a typewriter that had seen...
The Unlikely Expert
Ray Kowalski sat on the edge of the cot and stared at his hands. They were swollen. They were...
The Magnolia's Shadow
The heat on the island was a living thing, thick and wet and smelling of magnolia blossoms and...