The metal walls of the truck bed vibrated against Anelisa Krueger’s spine, a relentless, shivering hum that seemed to mimic the panic trapped in her chest. For days—or was it...
The Freight of Fear The dust of East Texas did not smell like the ash of Hamburg, but to Ana Lisa Krueger, it tasted like the end of the world....
The Grey Harbor The salt in the air did not smell of freedom; it smelled of brine and rusted iron, the same sharp, cold stench that had trailed the HMS...
The dawn of June 7, 1945, did not arrive with a clean burst of morning light. Instead, it bled slowly into a ruined Bavarian village near Leipzig, dragging with it...
The Ruins of Wallenfels The fog did not rise from the Bavarian valleys that morning; it seemed to bleed directly out of the shattered earth. It clung to the jagged...
The Boy by the Creek The water of Bull Lake Creek ran cold and clear, tumbling over smooth quartzite stones with a sound like broken glass shifting in a bucket....
The 49th Chromosome The snow in the Cascade Mountains does not merely fall; it hunts. By midnight on February 14, 2004, the blizzard had effectively cut off St. Jude’s Community...
The Shadows of the Absaroka The pine needles beneath Frank Deloqua’s heavy boots didn’t crunch; they compressed, sodden with the early October frost that had settled over the Absaroka Mountains....
The pine needles beneath Margaret Callaway’s boots did not rustle; they were damp with the first, heavy condensation of a Wyoming October. For forty-three years, the date had remained an...
The Granite Shelf The bootprints stopped precisely where the modern world ended and the ancient world began. In August 1978, the old-growth canopy of the North Cascades was so dense...