Dark Moments
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Harbinger of Death by Jonathan L. Tolstedt
Hollister was returning home when she heard the piercing scream–not the shrieking of the squall she fought, but something more sinister. She ran. The banshee floated outside her home. Hollister...
Harbinger of Death by Jonathan L. Tolstedt
Hollister was returning home when she heard the piercing scream–not the shrieking of the squall she fought, but something more sinister. She ran. The banshee floated outside her home. Hollister...
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alt="Famine Man by Deborah Tapper"
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Famine Man by Deborah Tapper
He almost ran the stranger over. Ragged, fishbone thin, teeth scarily prominent in that hollow, smudgy face. Shambling away from the farmhouse, emaciated hands slamming into the truck as he...
Famine Man by Deborah Tapper
He almost ran the stranger over. Ragged, fishbone thin, teeth scarily prominent in that hollow, smudgy face. Shambling away from the farmhouse, emaciated hands slamming into the truck as he...
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alt="The Price of Belief by Andreas Flögel"
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The Price of Belief by Andreas Flögel
The child was small and sickly. “A changeling!” the Chieftain and Druid agreed. Desperation filled the mother's voice: “What can I do?” The druid looked towards the fireplace. “Put it...
The Price of Belief by Andreas Flögel
The child was small and sickly. “A changeling!” the Chieftain and Druid agreed. Desperation filled the mother's voice: “What can I do?” The druid looked towards the fireplace. “Put it...
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alt="The Abhartach's Thirst by Andrew Kurtz"
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The Abhartach's Thirst by Andrew Kurtz
The Abhartach rose from his grave again. We buried him three times, and each night he returned. He took my brother first. I found him drained in the stable, throat...
The Abhartach's Thirst by Andrew Kurtz
The Abhartach rose from his grave again. We buried him three times, and each night he returned. He took my brother first. I found him drained in the stable, throat...
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alt="Out of His Depth by Bridget Holland"
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Out of His Depth by Bridget Holland
“It’s freezing.” “Just a quick dip.” Dark, liquid eyes teased above her curves. She ran naked across the beach. Wind-tossed hair and sun-kissed curves disappeared into the spray of the...
Out of His Depth by Bridget Holland
“It’s freezing.” “Just a quick dip.” Dark, liquid eyes teased above her curves. She ran naked across the beach. Wind-tossed hair and sun-kissed curves disappeared into the spray of the...
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alt="Caoineadh by Reuben Paul"
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Caoineadh by Reuben Paul
The wail dragged Eamon from sleep, thin as glass yet heavy with grief. He followed it through the mist to the graveyard, heart pounding. An old woman stood there, grey...
Caoineadh by Reuben Paul
The wail dragged Eamon from sleep, thin as glass yet heavy with grief. He followed it through the mist to the graveyard, heart pounding. An old woman stood there, grey...
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alt="The Dullahan by Avery Hunter"
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The Dullahan by Avery Hunter
Fog thickened over the narrow road as Maeve urged her mare home. Hooves echoed behind—slow, deliberate. She turned, breath snagging. A rider approached, head cradled in its arm, eyes glowing...
The Dullahan by Avery Hunter
Fog thickened over the narrow road as Maeve urged her mare home. Hooves echoed behind—slow, deliberate. She turned, breath snagging. A rider approached, head cradled in its arm, eyes glowing...
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alt="Caife na Sídhe by Scott O'Neill"
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Caife na Sídhe by Scott O'Neill
Niall had avoided our writers’ group since scoring his book deal. When I spied him skulking into a grotty cafe, I followed. He hunched at a cable-spool table, typing feverishly....
Caife na Sídhe by Scott O'Neill
Niall had avoided our writers’ group since scoring his book deal. When I spied him skulking into a grotty cafe, I followed. He hunched at a cable-spool table, typing feverishly....
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alt="The Fairy Rath by A.C. Turner"
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The Fairy Rath by A.C. Turner
The old woman begged me not to sell. I laughed in her face. When they bulldozed the rath, the foreman hesitated at the lone hawthorn. I grabbed the axe. “Superstitious...
The Fairy Rath by A.C. Turner
The old woman begged me not to sell. I laughed in her face. When they bulldozed the rath, the foreman hesitated at the lone hawthorn. I grabbed the axe. “Superstitious...
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alt="Sign of the Banshee by Richard Lau"
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Sign of the Banshee by Richard Lau
“I know who you are,” said Paddy O’Neil to the banshee, “and I’m not afraid.” The dark fairy, cloaked as an elderly woman, opened its mouth. “Save it,” advised Paddy....
Sign of the Banshee by Richard Lau
“I know who you are,” said Paddy O’Neil to the banshee, “and I’m not afraid.” The dark fairy, cloaked as an elderly woman, opened its mouth. “Save it,” advised Paddy....
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alt="Do You See the Flames? by Paul Lewthwaite"
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Do You See the Flames? by Paul Lewthwaite
The holes in the ancient, stained boulder—marking the site of an infamous witch burning—were like empty eye sockets, beckoning and beguiling. Against protocol, I let Andy, our junior historian, take...
Do You See the Flames? by Paul Lewthwaite
The holes in the ancient, stained boulder—marking the site of an infamous witch burning—were like empty eye sockets, beckoning and beguiling. Against protocol, I let Andy, our junior historian, take...
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alt="How Dominique Got Their Glass Eye by Nina Miller"
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How Dominique Got Their Glass Eye by Nina Miller
’Twas just a pinhole at first. A blind spot fixed within my vision as headaches pulsed, ravaged. Doctors weren’t concerned, though it grew each day. Stretched open by something within....
How Dominique Got Their Glass Eye by Nina Miller
’Twas just a pinhole at first. A blind spot fixed within my vision as headaches pulsed, ravaged. Doctors weren’t concerned, though it grew each day. Stretched open by something within....