Under the Mistletoe

A woman walks into a bar, sits down, adjusts her little black dress, and orders a mistletoe margarita.

Underdown and Other Postmodern Fantasies

The Brontë sisters have haunted my dreams for decades. Yet I only recognized them for who and what they are a couple of years ago. Now they share a strange story that comes from beyond the grave. But first, they have just one small request they would like to make, if you would be so very kind.


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