Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise.

Because I’m a monster, like my father before me and his father before him, and so on. There is no help for me.

He pulled his hand back, aware now that sweat beaded on his forehead and that Rale watched him, his eyes dark, intense. Errol licked his lips. Did he want a drink? He hadn’t gone more...

Intense, sustained focus fuels manifestation.

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.