A Lesson on Pliny

I’ve never been to Northern Africa, but I can promise that the sun was hot. Hot, tripling in size, and the texture of new rust. I stood at the edge of an untill...

Snake Island

The baying of the hounds echoed through the bayou. Chained at the ankles, Robin and Ian stumbled through the murky swamp water. Swarms of gnats and mosquitoes b...