justdustwords

 Excerpt from my novel FATE.   Who's that Comes to Play...                                            The farmhouse stood eerily still on the paddie hillside, shrouded in a thick, swirling mist that hung to the ground like some living entity, its bamboo door half open. The widow could sense Yurei dancing with defiance within the sulfurous-smelling mist, flickering in and out of existence as if the very core of their domain was trying to break through to the Now.        As she stepped forward, she called out the family name, but only the whispering wind answered. The ground beneath her feet felt saturated and slimy, as if she were walking between two realms. She knew that texture, the liminal zone between life and death where she had often gone before to seek guidance from the spirits.        The fenced-in compound was...