The Waking Dead, Part I
I had been hiding in an old cemetery when she found me. The sound of heels clicking on the stone floor brought me out of the shadows. She trailed her fingers lovingly over a broken pillar of the once beautiful mausoleum as she moved throughout the room. My snakes hissed, and I ducked behind a crumbling piece of wall.
New Beginnings
A Reprimand
The Secret in Silence, Part III
Interrogation Doesn’t Break Ice
Stealing A Moment
Making a Mark
When It Hits The Fan
A Goddess Down
An Explosive Mystery