Are you afraid of the dark? [smirk]
“Listening to her is dreaming. He imagines her an angel singing sweet nothings — a capella, no less; the sound of it landing like a secret — a merciful white lie— in his ear, each note a wisp of sweet nothingness blown from a dandelion, floating in his direction, wish intact. He’s tempted to make one — a wish – but he’s too smart for that, making wishes and whatnot. Wishes are collectibles gathering dust, unanswered prayers, fool’s gold at the end of rainbows.”
“To this moment, Leonid wishes he had learned to look the other way, but twenty-two years ago – on a Monday, working a crime scene, he’d walked around the wrong corner at the wrong time and locked eyes with one of the biggest baddest wolves on the force. In an instant, Grimm’s fairy tale ended. With a reputation for being a straight arrow, he was never asked for his loyalty or his silence. It was just made clear that his silence was the only option.”
Learn more about The Undertaker and other residents of Beacon City, including Detective Frank Folds, “The Paper Hero.”
“The moon, time card punched, stares down the sun, threatening harm if it doesn’t come up on time. It’s not as if anyone in the City of Beacon will notice, the clouds all coffee klatched in a huddle along the horizon, blocking any chance of light and threatening to drop hot gossip in cool drops at any second. It’s been a long time since the sun rose anyone to attention in Beacon. It was a stroke of luck however, that both the dawn and rain broke at the same time.”