Sammy's Dead
Sammy's Dead
Murdered by a vampire right in front of us, poor lass.
Limbo
Limbo
I've been thinking about doorways lately. Not the wooden ones with hinges and handles, but the invisible ones we pass through without realising—the spaces between what was and what will be, between who we were and who we're becoming.
The Taste Never Leaves
The Taste Never Leaves
I've escaped the memory, but I can still feel it clinging to me like blood under my fingernails.
I'm Sorry
I'm Sorry
I... I didn't want this.
Silver Fire
Silver Fire
I had the strangest dream last night. Or maybe it wasn't a dream at all.