In the eyes of the people, their móðir had been something of a legend. With the old folk, she’d loomed large. Almost as large as the gods.

Bruce leaned closer, kissing distance. I smelled his breath. Coffee. “Are you willing to let Jezebel sacrifice herself, so you can save hund

Eliyana made a promise. She would save her people. During her brief visit to the present she’d learned when and how her people would die—pr

A man stood at the crossroad. His dress was a black, nondescript suit and tie that would have fit in the Nineteenth Century. Dolly tried to

Jamie Poole grew up hearing Voices of the Dead. The Voices insisted someone had killed them. Someone had crossed back and thwarted their res

You must have gone to extraordinary lengths to locate it. I know, because I know how carefully I hid it with its companions. Perhaps one day

Did this woman do anything but cry? Instead of getting angry as Brett tended to do, he felt himself softening. Her defensiveness. She’d been

Brett Poole watched the young woman stumble down the steps. Automatically he pushed his glasses back into place. Despite what Dr. Oxendine s

“History,” the Voices said, “is broken. You must fix it. Come.” That’s how it started. Voices in my head. Begging me to come, travel...

My name is Jamie Poole, and I’m destined to help the Departed. Yeah, I hear dead people. I’m a kid from a single-parent home in “Small Tow