“Kill them all!” he commanded me. And when I would not, the gory remnants of him sharpened and clawed after my vital force like a fiend, to imbibe it as a means to seize control of his body again.
PORT OF HAIFA The day broke with a savage pounding in my head. I fumbled for the switch on the wall above my bunk and flicked on the light. Squinting […]
He didn’t look like much, leathery and shrunken, one suspender keeping his oilskin pants up. But he was half predator, half fish, as old as the ocean, and as fierce.