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The Magician's Retreat
A black winged creature flew into the room and fluttered about erratically. “A bat!” I screamed. Transylvanian thoughts caromed through my mind. “No… wait! It’s a fucking moth!” Raf shouted, as it hurtled to a stop upside down in a corner where the...
Hunting R.L. Stine at the Year’s Biggest Thriller Conference
I went to ThrillerFest—a three-day-long nerd orgy for the writers behind those spooky paperbacks with the embossed covers you see at checkout counters. The speakers were a bunch of obscure writers I’ve never heard of because I lost my virginity a long...
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