John Teller — Characters

An ornate hand mirror leans against a burgundy velvet cushion beside a pale quill feather. — Original artwork

First time I read Emma Goldman wasn’t in a book. I was sixteen, hiking near the Nevada border. The quote was painted on a wall in red. When I saw those words it was like someone ripped them from the inside of my head.

John Teller

A brass bullet casing stands upright on scorched wood against a deep red glow. — Original artwork

I never made a conscious decision to have the club become one thing or another. It just happened before my eyes. Each savage event was a catalyst for the next. And by the time the violence reached epic proportion, I couldn’t see it. Blood was every color.

John Teller