“Can you read it?” Sam asked shyly. “Not much,” Glory replied enigmatically. She could, in fact, read a bit more than ‘not much,’ but she didn’t want them to know how much that was. Like any words found on an ancient grave, the runes...

“I don’t care what Scott says,” muttered a male voice as they approached the light. “We don’t need this woman‘s help. Sorceress, witch, whatever she wants to call herself, we don‘t need the competition.” Glory slowed her step as...

They were still a couple blocks from the river when she turned onto Tenth Avenue to begin looking for the construction site. It wasn’t too hard to miss though. As they passed Chelsea park, she could see that scaffolding and tarps had been erected...

Robert was already up and eating cereal when she came downstairs with his shoes. He accepted them eagerly, staring at the lines of runes following and crisscrossing the seams. “Wow! They look so cool!” From a distance no one would be able to see...

On the inside of the door were written spells of physical protection and anti-theft. Glory had painstakingly painted them onto the surface with liquid lead. It had been a major pain to work with until she‘d bought a small Bunsen burner to keep a pot...