Hell’s Womb: p.1
A distant echo of something heavy scraping across the floor roused Gayle Sanders from a bleary-eyed stupor. She blinked several times before lifting her head from its resting spot—the twisted remains of an upturned filing cabinet. “Christopher?” She whispered the word into the gutted chamber of rock that only moments ago had been her sanctum … Read more Hell’s Womb: p.1