The scissors are blacksmith worked, crude and blackened. They’ve always hung there at the door of Treagrove. For three-hundred years they have played a part in murders and mysteries surrounding the women of the old house. Who says the tool of justice can’t be domestic? Three Novellas Spanning Three ...
This was an enjoyable anthology; one I was thrilled to find at all. I've been on a bit of a zombie kick lately and this was right up my alley. All of the stories were well written, but the one that has stuck with me the most is probably 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell, Don't Die'. I found it incredibly poign...
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