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.