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the clockwork ghost review

The Clockwork Ghost | York #2

[She] was awakened in the middle of the night by the strangest sounds. Clicking sounds. Scuttling sounds. “Hello,” said a tiny voice. … With trembling fingers, Miss Millie reached for the solar lamp on her table, flicked it on. Hundreds of tiny silver spiders scuttled across her ceiling, over the furniture, on the floor. On the thinnest gossamer chain, a single spider inched down to dangle in front of Miss Millie’s shocked, white face. It had three emerald eyes, slightly off-kilter. “Hello?” it said. Miss Millie screamed.

By Timothy Benefield, ago

Theodore Boone: The Abduction

On the other side of the river, close to the bridge, an ambulance was just arriving on the scene. Policemen where in boats; several were in full scuba gear. The situation looked tense, almost frantic, as sirens wailed, policemen darted about, and the helicopters hovered low, watching everything. Something had been found.

By Timothy Benefield, ago

This Present Darkness

Atop the little white church, Signa and his two companions continued to stand guard as the darkness descended over Ashton, deeper and colder with each passing moment. All over the nearby neighborhood dogs began to bark and howl. Here and there a quarrel broke out among humans. “He’s here,” Signa said.

By Timothy Benefield, ago

Chapter Thirteen // Cryptic Walls

Blinking several times, Austin stares at me, then at the floor, then out the window. “If you really want to give it all up just like that, fine. I always say God helps those who help themselves, but it looks like you disagree. I hope you find whatever good feeling you’re looking for.” He pushes the door open, stands, and walks away without a backward glance.

By Timothy Benefield, ago