TERRA RELICTA
We don’t touch any more.
At the beginning–well, you can’t remember how it was. But I will never forget. Those first days, it was hard to say where I ended and you began. You were the most mine thing I
A Lost Prayer
Late July The music was still playing when Dalton Changoor vanished into thin air. Marlee, Dalton’s young wife, had only realised he was gone when the winds swept up the yellow tarp that usually covered his red Chevrolet pickup. The tarp now thrashed
