The imagery is so stark. The father , an old knight so set in his ways, is unable to bend to his daughter's wishes.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Would it be rude to laugh in her face? So much sweetheart, so much.

Preface This short story was submitted for an anthology titled, Midian Unmade: Tales of Clive Barker's Nightbreed that was published in...

This series is a bit of an experiment. You might call it a catalogue of sorts. Just a peek into the darker corners of the collective unconsc

The five of us sat perfectly still at the center of a human hurricane. The flurry of activity never touched us. How could it?