“He’d need the woman’s help to set things right; he just didn’t like having to wake the dead.” — Joe DeRouen Angel Copy Share Image
“She stared at her face in the mirror, feeling everything around her slipping away. The face stared back, and she wondered who… — Joe DeRouen Fantasy Copy Share Image
“Finally, mercifully, the spasms subsided, as the old man’s head lolled back, his mouth hanging open, taking in deep, ragged breaths of… — Joe DeRouen Fantasy Copy Share Image
“Wow," he said after their lips parted. Her taste still haunted his mouth, and the smell of her perfume lingered in his… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“Shawn slowly climbed the old wooden stairs, listening to the low creak that sounded from his footsteps. He hoped the wood wouldn’t… — Joe DeRouen Fantasy Copy Share Image
“Thinking about such things soothed the creature as it dug at the base of a tall oak tree, deep into the ground,… — Joe DeRouen Fantasy Copy Share Image
“She stared at the phone, feeling guilty. She finally slid across the overstuffed Pleather couch and away from watching old episodes of… — Joe DeRouen Fantasy Copy Share Image
“Fred Ruskin barreled through the rain down Buchanan Street in his battered Pacer, the jar his dead wife had directed him to… — Joe DeRouen Fantasy Copy Share Image
“Where moments before the bright morning sun flickered through the branches of the huge oak trees surrounding the property, every-thing in a… — Joe DeRouen Fantasy Copy Share Image
“Why didn't you escape?" "Because," she panted, releasing the boy's arm, "no one tells me what to do, not even you. And… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“She suddenly felt herself gasping for air, as if she’d momentarily forgotten how to breathe. She rocked back in her chair and… — Joe DeRouen Broken glass Copy Share Image
“Shawn shrugged. "Who knows? None of us ever knew much about good old great-great uncle Charles. Or should that be great old… — Joe DeRouen Sense of humor Copy Share Image
