I have a thing for old buildings. I love their mysterious dark interiors, the haunted quality they wear like a shroud. I love the dance of dust motes in the history-laden air. I love the scent of old wood floors, wood smoke clinging to whitewashed walls, hearth ashes long gone cold. It's an obsession with… Continue reading Things I Love: Old Buildings
It's hard to fit my writing into a genre. Some call it thriller, some call it mystery, others call it horror. Preternatural is the adjective my friend the brilliant Regina Hiney calls it, and I think that's about as close as anyone has ever come to correctly describing the genre in which I write. In… Continue reading When Did the Good Guys Start Losing?