Kyle: 1116 books

"Did you see it? Did you see it?" He catches her wrists in his hands and holds them—an overly intimate gesture she could be offended by, but isn't. "I saw a jet," he says, staring into her eyes, continuing to hold her hands. "A jet—they're everywhere out...

They were the kind of musical notes men and woman once swayed to—even worshiped to—or so Jasper had told him, ground from an instrument called an “organ”—which had once been common, or so he’d said, but had vanished from the face of the world. So, too, were there cymbals, which echoed...

She focused on her breathing, trying indeed not to hyperventilate, but feeling as though her heart might punch through her chest at any moment. The spot where he had touched her seemed to burn and freeze at the same time. "You don't remember … do you?" His brown eyes suddenly twinkled...

She supposed it was what they—or at least Sting of The Police—would have called synchronicity: that twangy guitar and soft-pedaled keyboard emanating so clearly from the RV’s speakers as she ascended the vehicle’s aluminum ladder. All she knew was that the song matched her mood perfectly,...

On a clear day you could see all of the Anchor Rock valley from here; not so tonight. Tonight it was but a vast pool of nearly impenetrable fog, beneath which Sheila could just make out the glowing, yellow lights of Anchor Rock proper. And she supposed she was grateful—so very, very grateful—for...

"This is who we are," said the man in the bandana, who stood next to him on the grassy hill. "And this, fellow paladin, is what we do. Beautiful, isn't it?" Williams watched as the steeples of a church burned and collapsed, then focused on a woman carrying a child from the...

They streamed out from the tree line in a veritable blitzkrieg, the guns of the tanks rotating and firing, the foot soldiers alternately taking cover behind vehicles and squeezing off bursts, the raptors and triceratops and stegosaurs charging—as Red and Charlotte and Roger and Savanna continued...

A young man's "blooding" can haunt him for the rest of his life. Especially when he's not even sure what he killed.

I watched as Aaron approached one of the workbenches and fetched an intricately-crafted gold box. "Ah, yes. The shem, you see, is what gives the golem its power—thank you, son, a sheynem dank. It is what gives it the ability to move and become animated." I glanced at Aaron,...

I let off the gas immediately and slowed down before veering into the lane behind them, even as the operator asked calmly, "Are you able to see the license number? If so, read it to me—as carefully as you can. Are they Kentucky plates?" I was distracted by the men in the payload,...

The hologram faded away and a silence fell over the glade as Dravidian reseated himself upon the rock. Sthulhu remained respectfully silent. In his mind's eye Dravidian saw Pepperlung on the deck of their great dragger, The Vorpal Gladio, saw him glance over his shoulder at the prefect as his tone...

They were coming now, all of them, for Red could hear their excited breathing and rapid footfalls and the gnashing of their teeth—even as the power failed at last and everyone sighted their weapons. Again he looked at the new arrivals, finding it difficult to see them through the halos of their...

Bloodthirsty reindeer, velociraptors on a red-eye flight to Houston, a demonic house-cat, bat creatures from the clouds of Jupiter, a town besieged by carnosaurs, an inhuman defender, a ring of unimaginable power, a mother and her son on the run from prehistoric terror, a murdered thing whose memory...

One wind is for a Jewish father, who calls up an unspeakable evil to avenge his son. Another is for an intersex hero caught up in a battle between men and women. Still another is for an astronaut thrown into black hole, where he sees the Face of God. Yet one more is for the hooded men who prowl the...