Give Us This Day

Through the twining forests where brittle frost crunches like shattered glass and the wind holds still and silent; to the holiday kitchens where strange smells burn, and virulent colors swell from rotting food; into the twilight cities, cold and harsh and wantonly eager for violence-as the days grow shorter, the nights blasphemously deep, and inhibitions weaker, something ancient and starving stirs.

This Thanksgiving, make sure to say Grace. Seventeen new, emerging, and established writers c...