Rime of the Mourning Dead by J.W. Arthur I received this dreadful call... late last night, from a voice... of bone-chilling fright, It...

Fear Not, Dreadnaut by J.W. Arthur For my writing coach, renowned author, Jerry B. Jenkins. A devout man of faith. 'Neath a dreadful...

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Dy'rs Prey'r by J.W. Arthur   Whilst I shut mine eyes, I sense its icy stare, this unseen thing which awaits a last drawn...