Journey to a Life Worth Saving It wouldve been very easy for me to fall into a total overprotective, controlling, possessive, domineering husband and father role, but then Erin wouldve yelled at me. I dont think I couldve hidden it from her, so I didnt even try. But I wanted to. There would always be that part of me that wanted to bundle up Erin and the baby and hide them away in the middle of nowhere, like up high on a mountain in one of those one room cabins. Wed be all alone, just the three of us. During the day we could play with Gideon and teach him a
CHAPTER 1 I remember the first time I had the hunger. I don't mean the first time I awakened after the rebirth craving blood so bad I thought I'd go insane, though I remember that just as well. No. I mean the first time I craved power. I had the craving long before the Sisters Grim took me into their fold. But I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me step back and tell the story from a few weeks prior to that first taste of tangible soul. It was spring. Grandma and I were sowing seeds in the garden while we
1 the mower fills with grass good rain yesterday 2 August sun a mini-van parks beside a giant maple 3 the air conditioner shuts off kicks back on 4 the fan hums left right 5 waiting, waiting the sky bursts-- a firework 6 seagulls fight in the empty parking lot-- Wendy's bag 7 morning walk the seagulls keep their distance 8 salt flat footprints accompany a s
EDITED VERSION: Honestly? Let the damn rain spatter you like a lover or Farmington's Lagoon rides: Rattle Snake Rapids, the famed Log Flume. Utah is a desert, an arid bowl of ribcage, half a sun-blanched skull, our palms. Fox News predicts another tsunami, or something similar: a burst fish tank of sky or a wrung, ebon beach towel. My co-workers gather, fearing the flu, pneumonia, death-of-cold. I tell them to relish this breath like ceasefire. Waterloo is our state's new name--the bellicose flame of Summer soused, outflanked. The lucky f