Thingsolo Stories

Some things were never meant to be whole. Deep within the soot-stained walls of the Addams estate, a silent sentinel has kept watch for generations. He is a servant, a friend, and a mystery stitched in silver. But the past has a long reach, and some debts are collected in bone and shadow. Miles away, a cold clinical eye has turned toward the fog-shrouded valley. They call it a "Specimen." They think they can contain the ancient tide. They are wrong. When a violet light tears the horizon asunder, two worlds-one of corporate greed and one of macabre elegance-will collide. A rhythmic pull is screaming through the marrow of the mansion. The silence is over. The harvest has begun. And in the house of Addams, even the reflections have teeth.