Status Updates From The Last Call of Mourning

“whispering…voices without words like dead leaves without wind…
…the sound of a cat drifting across frost-stiff grass, a breeze across water, the moon behind clouds…whispering…”

Broooooo this dude and his words 😩

“A favorite place, a secret place, a world not bonded to grownups and growing…”
I’ve been really enjoying stepping away from my horror-heavy reading diet this year, but I finally hit my annual reading slump about the time school let out. I should’ve known, my boy Charlie Grant was there for me to lull me back. Man, it’s like slipping into a warm bath every time.
It’s like going home