Love Among Dead and Crawling Things Fiction BY Brian Trent It’s been three months since I even bothered to look at a highway billboard: too often they feature bloated bottles crawling on a Caribbean beach or twitching in a dusky-hued tavern.
“We have forever,” she agrees. Scenes Between Immortals in a Remote Diner Fiction BY Brian Trent “Thousands of years, we’ve seen it all. Done it all. Except you’ve never wiped out an entire species that you created.”