“He turned left onto the Brooks Road, passed the wrought-iron gates and the low fieldstone wall surrounding Harmony Hill Cemetery and then went down the steep grade and started up the far side — the side known as Marsten’s Hill. At the top, the trees fell away on both sides of the road. On the […]

“It had been almost two years since he had last killed, and the people of Castle Rock (Strimmer’s Brook formed the southern borderline between the towns of Castle Rock and Otisfield) had begun to relax, thinking the nightmare was finally over.” — “The Dead Zone” “Seven days later and thirty miles from Seven Oaks Farm […]

I recently had the honor of being invited to what sounded like a “serious” little party. Actually, it was a “cereus” party, named for a night-blooming cactus. This party was called at the spur of the moment to coincide with the plant’s blooming, which occurs for just a few nights each year. Ugly duckling most […]