Trevor always said he didn’t believe in luck.
He was going to give rebirth to the world, and all they needed was one lousy little memory.
She didn’t like to look at it.
He was on Grandpa Hours now, and he wasn’t quite sure how that’d happened.
The first time I heard the scraping in the walls, my heart shook, my bladder all but totally loosened, and a kind of mortal terror gripped my person.
2021. Alison and Shona are sheltering in their local Wetherspoons on a wet Saturday afternoon.
I wasn’t born with this face.
I was human once, like you.