Resurrection of Our Lord Parish sat in the middle of a mostly Irish neighborhood in Northeast Philadelphia. The Church, rectory, and...

With his feet on the dash and a belly full of ice cream, Timmault leaned back in the passenger seat. A sign passed behind them that read...

The fear was primal. The kind of fear he had when he was a kid and not since. The kind that felt undeserving and inevitable all the same.

The old Chevy slammed into the brick retaining wall of a neighboring home. One of the vampires twitched, pinned between the wall and the...