Atlantic Monthly Press

the shadow of a crow At the first gesture of morning, flies began stirring. Inman's eyes and the long wound at his neck drew them, and the sound of their wings and the touch of their feet were soon more potent than a yardful of roosters in rousing a man to wake. So he came to yet one more day in...

Boston, Massachusetts, 200X The large Victorian is dark and cool, silent in the autumn night. Professor Susan Lowell lets herself in and carefully closes the front door behind her. Upstairs to check on the children she catches her reflection in the mirror in the hall and almost nods to herself in...