“The door is locked,” she tells me, her eyes fixed on the keyhole as if she has the power to unlock it with her mind. I think back to this morning, unable to remember if my Uncle said he’d be home or not. Clearly, he isn’t. Unless he’s asleep in bed. I check my watch: 23:01. It’s a possibility, I suppose.

“I’ll call him,” I tell her. “He might be asleep.” Waking him up wasn’t my intention when I...

Claps of thunder rattle the windowpanes of every house in Dwyerym, unhinging the nerves of most. Fences are ripped from land in the fists of loathing wind, crops drowning from lashes of rain. Those who are fortunate drink their worries away in the local tavern while the anxious pray at their bedsides. Children cry between searing flashes of light, raising monsters from shadows inside their nurseri...