"It happened again," Myriam said, as she entered the room. "I screwed up. I'm sorry." She collapsed on the couch, head in her hands. "I just wanted a sip. I thought I had a handle on this ... [+]
"Three of hearts," the demon says. He's lounging on Joseph's bed, deck of cards in his hands and shirt riding up over his stomach. He glances up, fangs flashing in a bright grin as if he can feel ... [+]
On the days I visited the care center, I'd walk past this used bookshop on a quiet sidestreet. There were these four books in the shop window that always caught my eye. Other books would come and go ... [+]