“Just above Tommy’s face were the Maiden and the Troll, two of his oldest wall people. The troll lived in a cave deep in the woods. He was big (Tommy knew the troll was even bigger than his daddy, and… — Michael Kanuckel Copy Share Image
“from the upcoming novel, Agent White: A figure dressed all in black ran across the rooftops in the rain. A black cloak fluttered behind him as he ran two and sometimes three stories above the sidewalk where Ezra Beckitt stood. Long silver hair tied back in a ponytail flew out behind him, exposing ears that came to sharp points. His… — Michael Kanuckel Copy Share
“Albert is my name,” the old man said, offering his hand. Ezra took it carefully, mindful of old bones and thin skin, but Albert’s hand was steady, strong, and as dry and hard as a block of sanded wood. “And Ezra’s mine,” Ezra said. “Say, I’m lookin for someone. Maybe you might have seen him here in the park, sometime… — Michael Kanuckel Copy Share
“Just above Tommy’s face were the Maiden and the Troll, two of his oldest wall people. The troll lived in a cave deep in… — Michael Kanuckel Copy Share Image
“It was said that the Old Folk controlled the power of fire, among other things, but that was in the Long and Long Ago.… — Michael Kanuckel Copy Share Image
“I heard the gunshots. I was worried. Guns don’t always mean the one holding them won.” Steven hugged her close. “Do you remember what… — Michael Kanuckel Copy Share Image
