THE Blog
In Ingress, a boy named James Clarke wanders somewhere his grandfather forbade him to go, chasing nothing more than a game…
Every house makes noise. The settling of wood, the tick of a cooling wall, the hum of a refrigerator in…
There is no profanity in my books. Readers notice, and now and then someone asks me about it, usually with…
People ask me why I write about darkness. They expect a complicated answer. The truth is simpler than they want…
Have you ever watched a dog stop cold in a doorway — perfectly still, staring at something you cannot see…
I didn’t set out to write a villain people would lose sleep over. I set out to write the truth.…
The first time I drifted through Caddo Lake on a boat, I understood why people go missing there. Not the…
A friend called and asked me to come. She believed something was in her house. Something she couldn’t explain and…
Maybe it’s happened to you. Two in the morning. The house is quiet. You meant to stop reading an hour…








