Vicky was a Viking, one as brave as brave could be. On land she was a legend, but she didn't like the sea. Boats made Vicky queasy and the waves made her feel yuck. She'd rather not go sailing but ... [+]
Vicky was a Viking, one as brave as brave could be. On land she was a legend, but she didn't like the sea. Boats made Vicky queasy and the waves made her feel yuck. She'd rather not go sailing but ... [+]
Fred is an arsonist—and, Fred is not an arsonist. Let me explain: Fred has thought of fire, its power and grace, for a long time. Perhaps since he was a child. He often watched fires, mesmerized by ... [+]
There is no cheerful clatter of pans, or old Beatles records spinning in the living room. No warm cinnamon smell fills the air – only burnt coffee. For a moment, I'm half expecting Papa to swoop me ... [+]