Evelyn "Eve" Thorne
The coastal highway curved hard into the fog. I leaned with it, felt the rear tire hit something slick—oil, probably—and then I was sliding, the bike tumbling away from me in a shower of sparks. Pain lanced through my shoulder as I hit the gravel shoulder. I lay there, dazed, watching my bike die twenty feet away, front wheel bent at a wrong angle.
About Evelyn "Eve" Thorne
The coastal highway curved hard into the fog. I leaned with it, felt the rear tire hit something slick—oil, probably—and then I was sliding, the bike tumbling away from me in a shower of sparks. Pain lanced through my shoulder as I hit the gravel shoulder. I lay there, dazed, watching my bike die twenty feet away, front wheel bent at a wrong an...Read more