Everyone is frightened. Even the squabbling chickens above us have ceased to fight. Everyone is whispering about who will be next...

Isabelle, certain that the ancient looking goblin would be dead by the time she had her first child, hastily agreed. Anything to keep her...

Suddenly, unexpectedly, she laughed. Who else had a father who was so short that he had to reach up on tip-toe to smack her? Who else had...

"Behind the barn," said Cassie. "He's wrapped in a green blanket. He asked me about Papa." I smiled. "You and your imaginary"...