Gretchen Wylder is a nightmare. Well, that is to say, Gretchen Wylder might be a nightmare if you were a narrow-minded bigot determined to maintain absolute control of
Sunshine, swords, spears, sandals and showmanship; the ancient gladiatorial arena had it all, presided over by Emperor Septimus Severus of Rome from 193 to 211AD, but what it
It is the elegantly furnished and tastefully demure drawing room of a suburban couple, the small dining table for two in the corner, the drinks trolley beside it,
“She wasn’t some apron-wearing hourglass who waited for her husband to get home; she was a witch.”
A line worthy of the great Shirley Jackson, the celebrated and influential
A tiny cog in the huge grinding machine of state, subject 6079 Smith W has little power to change anything other than that which he is specifically directed
It was a tragedy which robbed a community of the lives of seventeen children, no answers and no explanations why the entire third-grade class of teacher Justine Gandy
The prospects are grim in Crow Creek, Alaska, a tired post-industrial town entering another cruel winter with a growing population of homeless on the streets, many of them