the Fallen 5
Edna didn’t know if it was night or day. It really didn’t matter, since it was dark most of the time anyway.
She rolled slightly on the inflatable mattress to look at the windup travel clock that sat on the basement’s cold concrete floor.
Edna still didn’t know if it was morning or night.
The world outside the house was growing more dangerous. There were . . . creatures in the nearly perpetual darkness. Creatures that...