Milo dropped his backpack on the floor. "It doesn't mean what you think it does." He and his cousin and best friend Clyde had snagged

Moira clung to traditions like a sailor adrift holding fast to a tattered lifesaver. If traditions weren't upheld, the world would drown in

"Uncle Edwin." "Mmph." "Uncle Edwin." "Wha…Bebe…sumthin' the matter?" "No." "Why'd you wake me up?" "I wanted to tell

Once a normal man, Anton Severin is now a creature of the night. Condemned to wander New York between dusk and

Portents? There were no portents. The thing came in its time with no foretelling. Death and winter had been the dismal tests of my

Oswald Cunningham, aged thirteen, gave his dad Martin a sideways look. He laughed then said, "Oh man…guess what Bobby Miles left in

"You can't watch it, sweetie." "Why? It's summer vacation so I don't have to go to school tomorrow." "Well…" Mommy wiped her hands