Something kept crying out from the backseat of my car, but every time I tried to see what it was, the crying stopped. It sounded like a kitten, a tiny wail but still too large for its body, you expect it to be accompanie…

Cursed. Thousands of books, each page more telling than the last, and all of them are useless to me. She left all of them behind when she left without a word. I found mystery in the pages. Tiny fragments of notes she wro…