Peter’s Shell
A three hundred foot-tall lighthouse with a red barbershop stripe made no sense in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, but Wendy wanted it, so it was there. Lighthouses were [...]
Crossing the Blood-Brain Barrier
It was the first time I’d seen Buzz since they’d put the worms into Michaela’s ear. He looked even more like a junkyard, with rusty wires stitched into his face [...]