“Do you ever feel the void creepin’ closer, seeking to wrap you in an infinite zero, an all-encompassing nil shroud?” — Jeremy Thompson Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, like a fizzling light bulb, the sun seems to wither on its interstellar vine. Everything darkles. Shadows caper in the stands… — Jeremy Thompson Light Copy Share Image
“Peering past his abductors, he glimpsed dozens of prone corpses, splattered and reeking, their faces and torsos red-mushy. Beside him, two Ruger… — Jeremy Thompson Corpses Copy Share Image
