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Shelter from the Storm

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Susan Langley is not entirely sane. Nor is she quite crazy enough to be stripped of her grandmother's fortune.

Differently-sane, perhaps.

Nine tales of quiet terror where the scourge sneaks up on you, subtle and snug. Let it fill you with cozy dread as you see the different type of monster who might wait in the basement, or your backyard.

Excerpt:

Gramma understood. When the nights were dark beyond bearing, I'd climb the stairs to her room, forcing myself to forget each stair as I passed. She snored a bit as I sat on her thick featherbed. Then she woke and took my hand.

"The darkness will fade, Susie. Really it will. You'll see."

And it did. But the light, when it came, was not much better. It made the walls weep and the doors scream until all I wanted to do was join them.

But I knew better. I was silent when the judge gave my brother a long, hard look. The light came through the high windows of the courtroom and shattered across the room like glass, raining down on all our bare heads.

"You ought to be ashamed, Mr. Langley. Motion denied." He turned his judge’s attention on me. "Ms. Langley, my most sincere condolences on the loss of your grandmother."

I nodded and looked down at my feet, seeing their shoes, proper shoes, remembering the battle I had this morning getting my toes into them.

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"Thank you, your honor," I said softly.

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