I stood on the old ferry dock and watched the icy sludge slide by. Patches of white ice slipped through, but mostly it was grey slush, sluggish and heavy looking. The air was sharp and clear, one of t...
The Professor gripped his axe, having pulled it, with some difficulty, from the boy's head.
Claws grabbed his head from behind, curving round his face, serrated talons gouging into his eyes
I guess I was lucky I didn't drown, or smother in the thick, black, icy mud that the river left behind in its slow withdrawal back within its banks.I didn't feel lucky.When I regained consciousness, m...
