Fantasy horror author
A great many people will be breathing a sigh of relief that 2020 is finally over. Of course, a calendar year is nothing more than a way of marking the passage of time, it isn’t sentient and has no agency of its own. Nor does its end mark a barrier beyond which the pandemic and… Continue reading Goodbye 2020!
Bedtime, and it was Christmas tomorrow. Noah was prepared this year; the glass of warm milk he had drunk would help see him off to sleep, and to be doubly sure he had closed his curtains extra tight and twisted his blanket around himself so that the warmth completely enveloped him and he couldn’t see so much as the faintest glimmer of light.
