Reporting for Duty
The Army’s Spectral Assault division must be getting desperate. I’ve never seen a necromancer below the rank of lieutenant…
Mixed Signals
“Maybe the doll’s a warning?” Sam offered, then reached down and pulled his Glock from its holster. He was making a case not to do something risky, as always, then getting ready to do it anyway.
Giving Up the Ghost
I open my eyes. I am seventeen again. I’m sitting on my bed in my old room at my parents’ house. Eddie Vedder is crooning “Even Flow” over the boombox on my dresser.