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GLOAM(A Witchlight Short)
Tell a Witch a Lie…
Nothing starts right after a glimpse of the corpse light. Nilla Hayes is having a bad day. She knows that someone is going to die, she’s just not sure yet who that might be. She already knows it’s going to be a tough Friday, but she’s not prepared for what happens when she witches for a stranger.
(A Dixie Tricks Short)
My what a big grimoire you’ve got…
Never read a page from a demon’s book…trust me, you can’t stop once you start down that road. Hellbrarians won’t stop you, it’ll be someone like me who comes to collect.
(An Original Short)
Would you sign a blank contract even if it was magical? (This tale does not end in despair.)
When Aarav Divit meets the mysterious Meer, who can obtain anything you desire, it’s not a question of whether Meer will make a deal. It’s a question of whether or not Aarav can afford the price. But for a liminal key that can bring back the dead, any price might be worth it, even if there’s a warning attached.
(An Urban Fantasy Short*)
They need a demon for this job…and conveniently he’s possessed…
When they say the devil made them do it, Charlie pays attention. That’s his skill set, sniffing out demons. You wouldn’t want it. No one wants demon invading all five senses. It’s nasty but Charlie lucked out the day they gave out superpowers. Today, it might be a positive, because Mr Bastian Gwin is H.O.T.
Hunting bounty is a strange business when you dabble in the supernatural…and in this world and in this city that’s what you get. You make deals with the fae, you strike bargains with the werewolves, and you owe a favour to the right kind of vampire…if that’s what it takes to get the job done.
Some people collect heads. Around here that person is Harts, undisputed local Queen of Supernatural Pest Control. She’d given me my latest assignment, along with a patented cooler and instructions to bring her the newest fiend stalking the city. At least the only part of them that mattered to her.
Nothing is worse than a full moon #lockdown. The darkness outside has eyes. Worse it has teeth. Nobody gets out till morning. If they survive. If they get a clean test result. Goddamned rabid werewolves.
Everything bleeds. It’s not all crimson though. Fae blood is like dawn’s horizon, rose and gold. It shouldn’t surprise. There’s nothing physically unappealing about them, not even dead in a pool of blood. The corpse looks like a masterpiece; a surrealist drowned Ophelia.
It sounds romantic; The Nighttime Pianist. It’s not. It’s the name that stuck for the city’s latest serial killer. They garroted dryads with piano wire. Trees were dying too. Collateral damage, they said. The stories focused only on the beautiful corpses. I felt the truth lay in the trees.
