Tortured, cursed, and forsaken. That was Luke's lot in life, like it or not, and he could have hoped for no more. At least that was what
For as long as Johnny Davis could remember his eighteen year old son, Peter, had always managed to steer clear of trouble and air his life
According to his mother, there were no such things as monsters. There were no werewolves prowling the misty streets, no Vampires stalking
They're getting closer. So close. God knows I left them enough clues. My name is Frank Morgan, thirty five, and you'll only ever have
Carter walked out of the bright June sunshine and into the coolness of the porch. It took his eyes a few moments to adjust, and at first
Thanks, S.K. Appreciate it. :)