Prologue As the ancient cogwheel train clawed its way up the dizzying incline, Edmond Kirsch surveyed the jagged mountaintop above him. In the distance, built into the face of a sheer cliff, the massive stone monastery seemed to hang in…Read more

A salty wind swept over the white beaches and rocky cliffs of Ballinakelly Bay, carrying on its breath the mournful cry of gulls and the crashing of waves. Gray clouds hung low and a gentle drizzle misted the air. Swathes…Read more

A blue JanSport knapsack filled with $40,000 rests between her ankles. She’s taking a train to a midwestern city. She’ll buy the ticket under an assumed name. She said goodbye to her two daughters an hour ago and lied about…Read more

Her life had started to unspool back in August of last year. Charlie had spent almost every waking hour since then raveling out mistake after mistake. Apparently, the new month of May was not going to see any improvement. The…Read more

My sour stomach was surging from the stop-and-go motion of the Newschannel 13 crew car as we inched along in lunchtime traffic. I wanted to take a nap but Doug, my fotog, had the AC cranked, and even with his…Read more

Michael McCray squinted into the low-hanging sun as he swung the liberty blue Mercury four-door into the Century Grocery parking lot off Gas Point Road. At 7:45 p.m., the last of the August daylight still lingered, not yet willing to…Read more

CJ and Janey became truly close during what Janey now referred to as her Beau-free period of six years of university and graduate school. They’d bonded over being away from home, having anxiety attacks when they tried to smoke pot,…Read more

The bookshop was on Little Clarendon Street. Away from the hurly-burly of Oxford town center and just off St. Giles, it was bedded in among a sprinkling of fashionable dress shops and cafés. As well as the latest fiction and…Read more

We believe what we want to believe. We believe what we need to believe. Maybe there’s no difference between wanting and needing. I don’t know. What I do know is that the truth can evade us, hiding behind our blind…Read more