An Unknowable Quality: Supernatural Tales Along The Perimeter

I had liked my life, mostly.Maybe it wasn’t the one I would have chosen if things had worked out differently, but it was my life. I had made it from scratch.I’d fought, trained, and worked hard. I’d stayed focused and became the best Marine anyone ever met. Not the best female Marine, the best Marine, full stop. I was exactly where I wanted to be. The go-to woman who maybe wasn’t the best liked Marine, but definitely the one the guys wanted at their back.Until the night I wasn’t.It didn’t matter that no one had ever seen or heard of the unearthly creature that killed the rest of my squad while I was out walking the line. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place, and it didn’t matter that no one believed me.What mattered was, when the dust settled, my guys were still dead, and I wasn’t a Marine anymore.With no shot at redemption, I took option two.But the disenfranchised daughters of southern preachers never do things the easy way.After five years of heavy drinking, one-night stands and taking the kind of high-risk gigs that were the only thing my military training qualified me for, I was well on my way down oblivion’s rabbit hole. My only break was taking occasional advantage of the weird deal the Corp gave me. Voluntary revolving door admittance in the psyche ward of one of Baltimore’s oldest hospitals.But one night, something out of a nightmare happened, and I learned two things. Monsters are real, and that I still had one more good deed left in my soul.Saving a little girl from an unholy occult ritual might have been a good deed, but you know what they say about good deeds. Of course it wasn’t like, even for a moment, I had a choice.The lapse in judgement put me on the radar of a mysterious, eccentric recluse. A self-proclaimed fixer for Baltimore’s occult and supernatural community.It also got me a job offer.Moving forward, making rent won’t be an issue. Dealing with my own personal demons won’t be an issue, nor will all the vampires, werewolves, witches and zombies I guess I’ll be running across.The issue? Staying sane when you come face to face with The Deep World. One where everything you thought you knew about reality gets tossed in the dumpster.Buy the book. Read my story, just don’t stay up too late into the dark, because those things that go bumps in the night, yeah, they are just the tip of the iceberg.

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