The werewolf pack rushed forward as the first fireball exploded against the asphalt. The wolfmen charged headlong into the coven, darting past the incendiary missiles and lunging for the witches, …
“Y’all have gotta be kidding,” said Bertha, staring wide-eyed at the baker’s half-dozen of werewolves frothing and growling in the middle of the street before her. “We don’t have time …
A murder of witches sailed through the twilight, silhouetted against the orange and purple dusk like thirteen Stevie Nickses coming onstage. Only this time the stage was a well-to-do residential …
Finally out of the fucking hospital and back at (my temporary) home, swollen and bruised but de-tubed. I wish I could say it went without incident, but we all know …
… just to watch him get trapped in a Sisyphean cycle of medical department posturing and endless hospitalizations. In case it’s not obvious, I’m still stuck at Stanford. I’m less …
