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...