Love is like dying.

Something inhuman has come to Tarker's Mills, as unseen as the full moon riding the night sky high above. It is the Werewolf, and there is no more reason for i…

The smoking butt end of the year, November's dark iron has come to Tarker's Mills.

What you buy is what you own, and sooner or later what you own will come back to you.

Before you, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. And then you shot across the sky, like a meteor. Su…

You have never, I think, known real Grief-panic, melancholia, madness, night-sweats, we've all known for most of our lives-you and me particularly. I'm not sur…

All is lost! Monks, Monks, Monks! So, now all is gone - Empire, Body, and Soul!