To my left and deeper into the cemetery, thick shadows shifted. I couldn't make out anything except more gloom, but I pivoted my feet in that direction. A steady trickle sounded the closer I drew, something wet and heavy, like falling raindrops. But it wasn't raining.

Thunder shook the ground as if in disagreement, but it was like no thunder I had ever heard before. It didn't start in the sky. It came from below. Kansas did get its fair share of small earthquakes, but this ...