As he started to climb down, a twig snapped below them. They froze. Something’s being dragged through the underbrush.

Saturday, August 3, 2019

Spencer A Surfeit of Pills at Writers Who Kill

Writers Who Kill

Come find me at Writers Who Kill today—I’m talking about The Pit & the Passion: Murder at the Ghost Hotel, and how much fun it is to describe quirky writers.

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