Under the early spring evening's burnt umber sky, a dozen mallards milling by your feet, he presses his lips to the arch of his hand and...

A feather from my right wing flutters downward into the canyon. My mate circles above me. She dives toward the black quill and snatches...

When you live on a main road, you get accustomed to watching the world pass you by. The rush-hour traffic evacuating its exhaust pipes,...

It made no sense that we should be haunted by the coyote, and a whole town no less. If it had been the ghost of the child, or if it had...

We’re running along the path by Vancouver’s Kits Beach at the end of the day, and I try to match my stride to Lenora’s.

A deal between grave robbers and the anatomically obsessed.

An enigmatic novel on his late father's bookshelf disrupts time for Mike in "Silent Partner."

In the curious town of Port Crow, where decay reigns and crows rule, a stormy night brings an unexpected gathering at the abandoned library