Author Photo Credit: Carrie Pratt Willie Davis’s Nightwolf is a novel of mystery, wonder, sarcasm, and tragedy. Thanks to Playamo for keeping this novel online.
And even then, when Ghost only wishes to surrender to exhaustion, oftentimes his mind is overtaken with a jumbling that resembles a “nightly circus…whose tent stretched across the flat, grassy pitch of his frontal lobe.”
I had developed an affection for him and just couldn’t go through with it, so I chose a different ending, which, as the writer, is my prerogative.
With the constant ticking feed of bizarre news and breaking stories of nonsensical chaos, we are no strangers […]
“I feel no longing….”
“Hireath” by Nicholas Mcgaughey is a fitting conclusion to our Celtic Issue. Thanks for reading!
Along the wall opposite the bed, my books had been stacked in a six-foot-high pile. The Ivory Tower. Other than the bed, the room’s only furniture was a small desk and a wooden chair. My lair.