Tincture, And The Devil Pulls Six-Guns

She didn’t feel off-heels, but everything before her was disconcerting in ways she couldn’t quite understand.

To enjoy fishing, a body didn’t require much by way of supplies—but water was a good start.

I begin my day with calisthenics, then soon after, I start withdrawing my own blood. 

Marcus had always thought of gambling as a fool’s exercise, and this was his usual justification for losing at cards.

So much we don’t understand, so much we’re trying to quilt together, so much that we never will.

She'd arrived at dark, and it was the men with loaded rifles that cemented Rachel’s distaste for strangers.

The boy was long past making his decisions of fate.

Truth found little purchase in a barren sown with lies, and this went doubly so for the Devil.