A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “Craving Death” by Franklin C. Murdock

Harlan still loved the man kneeling before him despite the four dead bodies at his side. Sobbing and heartbroken, he’d forced the muzzle of his gun against the worry lines scoring the man’s forehead. The still lake beyond them reflected the moonlight, the whine of cicadas crisp but far away. “I killed them, Harry.” The…