“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… — 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… — Michael Kanuckel Copy Share Image
“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… — Michael Kanuckel Copy Share Image
“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
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“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
