Prologue to Blacktop & Bone

On a dark highway, the dead watch her hunt what feeds on souls. by K.K. Schmidt The rain tasted like rust and gasoline, drumming against Nova's leather jacket in a rhythm she had long since stopped counting. She sat on the cracked concrete lip of the abandoned station at Mile Marker 17, her motorcycle parked in the shadow of the collapsed awning. The station squatted at the edge of the empty highway like something that had given up mid-sentence. Above her, a broken sign read