Carl stared straight ahead and walked quickly, paying no attention to the fisherman, buildings or tourists, who parted for him like the Red.

The Prophecy of the Dead Wolf was, unsurprisingly, cryptic, like all good prophecies and New Yorker cartoons.

Carl was Ron's half-brother, and they had been best friends growing up. That is until Ron came of age, and his "differences" became

Ever since he was a cub, Ron knew he was different. He always identified more with the children in his suburban neighborhood than his own

The moon slid behind the invisible clouds once again, and Ron now found himself surrounded by sets of glowing yellow eyes.

Ron hurried into the cemetery, hopping as he pulled off his shoes and socks. He unbuttoned his dress shirt (a gift from Mary who'd kill him

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