Dad is trying to teach me again. “It's really cool, you know,” he says through the dumb beard he's growing now. “You just need to focus, Alice.” God. I am already, Dad! I am! I reach out into the fabric of reality itself or whatever...
Leaning against the bar, Leo spoke into his cell phone. “Yes, sir. Everything’s in place. The tenants will be out by the end of the month.” He waved to the bartender to bring another scotch. “Yes, sir. I’ve bought out those I could and hired some gentlemen to ‘persuade’ the ones who couldn’t decide quickly... Continue Reading →
There’s a traffic jam at the Rialto bridge. Speedboats, gondolas, flat-bottomed working boats – all are stationary right back to Rialto Mercato. The boats are so packed it might be possible, if one were fit enough, to walk across the Grand Canal stepping from one vehicle to another. On the balcony of the Ca d’Angeli... Continue Reading →
He is old, older than anyone I have ever known.
Ultimately, it was the Kingsmen who ferried their marriage to its grave.
The shaman’s magic was used to strike down enemies and win tribal wars, but the butterfly keeper had something nobler in mind.
There’s somebody else in here, in this house. Someone who shouldn’t be. Someone who can’t be.
Lhai sniffed the water in his trough. Was the poison in there? He couldn’t tell. He cursed, not for the first time, that the Maker had given dragons such a poor sense of smell.
It was 7 a.m. when the dead began to wake, and John had only just finished breakfast.