A.G. Carpenter
Even Monsters Die
Early Spring, 1635 Natalie pulled on her boots and grabbed her backpack off the bed. The weather had been mostly wet and grey as spring slowly replaced winter, so she hoped the puddle-filled streets would be enough of an excuse to be wearing boots instead of...
The Lost Monster
The glass of the diner’s window shattered, crashing in shards to the floor. The tempting smell of cooking hamburgers on the grill was replaced by the overwhelming stench of raw sewage. Outside, in the street, their yellow eyes burning in the night, the monsters...
The Monster Society: Snowbound
The snow twisted and writhed in the wind. Flakes continued to fall in a white, frozen swirl that made it difficult to see. John tugged his coat tighter about him. Even Red was shivering beneath her heavy cloak. Only Ray seemed comfortable with the weather. Between the...
An Army of Scarecrows
Near Grantville, 1635 The scarecrows flowed along the road towards Grantville like a river of death. The Monster Society stood their ground watching them come. As always, John took the lead, barking orders at Ray and the others. Scully and Red opened fire on the...
