The fear was primal. The kind of fear he had when he was a kid and not since. The kind that felt undeserving and inevitable all the same.

The old Chevy slammed into the brick retaining wall of a neighboring home. One of the vampires twitched, pinned between the wall and the...

Timmault looked at the frail old woman standing before him in the foyer of the rectory. Her thin lips quivered under her nose. She was...

A picture of him and his father, Luke, lay on the seat of the pickup when he returned for his bag. It must have fallen from the visor,...

Timmault would have stayed. He would have played with his friends, eaten the cake, and opened his presents. He didn’t care about any of...

A violent cacophony of memories flooded his brain all at once. Images, thoughts, and feelings from the last 500 years blasted him with...

Now… Cody told his dad he had a headache and needed to lie down. It was partially true. He did  have a headache, but he didn’t want to...

Ten years ago Timmault was not the oldest he had ever been, but he was getting close. At 56, his right knee ached every time he put...