Where the Danger Lies

Marcus Tamotsu, I wrote on the job application, feeling the pen break just as I finished the last scrawl. I was pressing down too hard—gripping the pen with too much …

My name is Elizabeth Jane Grey. I was named after a cranky old grandmother who raised me until I was eight years old. When she died, I bounced around from …

When I slipped through the front door my plan was to tiptoe up the stairs to my bedroom and come down for breakfast a few minutes later, as though Id …

My mother once told me that the most effective weapon of war was a locked and loaded ink pen. My own weapon was a wet paint brush which, she assured …

Guy kindly remained parked on the road beside me while I changed the tire. The whites of his eyes were more evident than usual and while he gave a constant …

I hit the ground in a crouch, but felt a twinge in my right ankle and wrist even as I rolled over to break my fall. For a second I …

Much later, I was to realize my life had been spared by the interference of a kind human nurse who made much of my fame as an artist and called …

When the sun reached the top of the trees, the man returned just as he said he would. With him he carried a simple pack full of food, herbs, and …

The next day I was fully awake. I saw and heard the charade around me in a way I never had before. All the music and movies had the same …

David had shown me a culvert under the wall around the city that would allow me to come and go under the cover of darkness. He lent me the camping …

I waited two days, during which time, I acted like a model citizen. I even scheduled a doctors appointment to get an Ostrich-bite booster shot. I donated to the Wolves …

I had lost track of time and the natural flow of events that helped my mind determine before and after memories. But out of all the muddled mess in my …

Janey Grey was an enigma to me. She sounded unbelievably stupid, but she discovered more about Kara in the space of a few days than I had in a week. …

I was allowed to return to school, but everywhere I went someone was watching and listening. In the afternoons I spent an hour with my therapist, Karen Bristle, a classy …

I was floating on a deep, fluffy cloud that smelled like hot chicken soup, but my head was held down by a bird that perched there, talking and talking about …

Bang! Bang! Bang! Someone pounded heavily on my door and I heard the deep, raspy voice of a Wolf demanding I open it immediately. This is Protector Ralph from the …

It took all of two weeks to paint the entire scene, floor to floor, wall to wall in the banquet hall. No one was allowed to watch except my therapist. …

My timing was bad. Id missed the fact there was a wolf in the house. Id walked around the corner, and there was Kara, standing on the porch looking tired …

The one dependably good trait about my therapist was that her own selfishness would eventually result in her leaving me alone while she went to meet her own desires. After …

My most important questions were answered now. All that was left was the decision to stay or leave. It struck me a little ironic that ultimately, fate was in my …