My short story “Prayer at Dark River” is up in this month’s Innsmouth Free Press. Think of it as a Lovecraft/Icelandic mashup.
Dear Lord in Heaven, O Merciful Father.
Always I have turned to You in prayer when frightened and my first instinct tonight was to kneel upon these old flagstones and beseech you for guidance. My other choice would be to commune with Professor Webb as we wait to see if his sorcery has had effect. Should I pray the American sorcerer has succeeded, so that Guðrun is safe, or should I pray that he fails?
Read all of Prayer at Dark River.
