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The girl flickered. She seemed to appear and disappear simultaneously, to solid and light at the same time. Where she stood, the ground smoldered. It was simplicity to see from where she had come for she left footprints scorched … Continue reading
De la Furie surveyed the smoldering ruin. His violet eyes were cold. The fire that had consumed his laboratory had burned so hot that the iron supports had melted into a pool of slag. Gray ash, lifted by the … Continue reading
De la Furie spread his arms expansively. He grinned even more so. “It is a new century. We are casting off the past and marching – boldly – into a grand future. It will be a future created … Continue reading
The faceless man said, “The century turns. It is an arbitrary thing. A belief that counting the days and the years matters. That we have control in the universe. This illusion does us no good. It stifles us and … Continue reading
Abraham squinted up at maelstrom playing about Sentinel Hill. In the flashes of lightning we beheld a cyclopean mass swaying to a music heard only by itself. Abraham said, “Pluto is opening the gate. His throats form the words … Continue reading
“You are Briar Rose Taylor?” asked the giant. I set down my traveling bag. Despite his size, the man looked nervous. We were the only sojourners at the train station yet his eyes darted about as if he were … Continue reading
Walks Behind Bears coughed and spat. Bloody phlegm hit the campfire and sizzled. If he were not already dead I would have been concerned.
I knew that if I allowed myself to fall asleep the ghost would appear. It is the nature of guests, both wanted and not, to arrive when one is unprepared.
The rifle that Mrs. Lancaster leveled at me was old but looked to have been well maintained. “You’ll not disturb her,” she said. “She’s done harm to none that have not deserved worse.” I looked to the distant figure … Continue reading
Doctor Hendricks pointed at my empty glass. When I shook my head he poured the rest of the gin into his own tumbler. He stared at the clear liquid. He said, “Tell Podovkin that I no longer play at … Continue reading