The fog pressed in like a living thing, thick as wool and humming low in her ears. Lark didn’t remember stepping off the porch, but she found herself standing on…
Chapter Two: Lark didn’t scream. She wanted to. Every inch of her body was urging her to open her mouth and let loose something primal and piercing. But something about…
Chapter One: When Lark first saw the house, she was sure it was holding its breath. It sat crouched at the edge of the woods like a predator, old timbers…