Author: Greg Burgas

The old man tried to remember how long he had been running through the routine. Every day, up at six, a breakfast of a slice of toast, a glass of …

She held the rock in her hand like a wounded animal. A voice in her head told her to throw it. It sang lively songs to her about victory over …

All Ronald Tremayne wanted that day was a Snapple. A Bali Blast Snapple, a tang of tropical fruit — exotic kiwi, the staple pineapple, the rush of lime. It was …