The cover of a book is akin to the door of a home; if it is welcoming and enticing, it beckons you and your visit will be all the more pleasurable and desirable.

Gusty McCabe, tha’s m’ name and tellin’ stories, tha’s m’ game, If they all ain’t true I ain’t t’ blame, I’ll tell ’em all just the same.

It should be noted, as with so many legends and popularly accepted truths created out of political motivation: There, in fact, is no evidence that the hundreds of murders historically attributed to the werewolves of...

Since the so-called Age of Enlightenment, our shaky anthropocentric, rationalist egos have been brainwashed to forget what ‘primitive’ cultures once understood: Animals can be manifestations of celestial beings in disguise; they possess supernatural abilities, and...

chirp,” a tear glistened as it ran down Katrina’s face. All was well. The future had been written.

On wheels. It’s fun to ride sometimes, when you don’t care how you smell.

Pa never told stories like Grandpa. Or treated the barn like family. Eli knew how Grandpa’s own pa had built the barn by hand, hauling bluestone for the foundation behind a stubborn ox with horns...

Little Joe was still behind him. Eli could feel it. He wanted to look back, but he couldn’t. The tears were too close. If he were Fancy, he’d turn around and kick and buck and...

Fortunately the Omanis are generally very friendly and in no time at all, I had a knight in shining white dishdasha offering to help me.