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The wind blows cold and lonely off the prairie at night, hurtling along at ground level, then rising up, washing over the house.
I’m ashamed to admit, it was the cover that intrigued me. I enjoyed the simplicity of it, the minimalist feel. The butterfly was in a jar.
With nearly fifty works of fiction, biography, history, and graphic novels, one can stay up reading for months and still merely scratch at the essential Charyn.
He was beautiful if you knew him, and could be a real bastard when he wanted to, and a lot of times when he didn’t.
One kid keeps having a nightmare about drowning. She hears a sound like something crumbling and opens her eyes. Cracks spread across the walls and ceiling.