Instead of unlatching the gate, I climb it. The fencing is about six feet high on this edge of the property. Grasslands allowed to go wild stretch from here up to the house, which is set back from the bluff. A long, sandy beach stretches out as far as the eye can see — with […]
Category: book art
I’m staring. Going from coldly enraged to numb … Because the gun I expected. It’s a lightweight, untraceable piece I slipped into the room myself ages ago. But … Zaya Gage — a slightly older version of Zaya, and looking like death warmed over — is sitting on a motel bed in Outcast territory. Alive. […]